My Heroic Life

After several video chats, Roland decided to let Joan of Arc directly hand over the blue water droplets that appeared to be the blood of the sea god to the court. Although Roland wanted to detain it for a few days to study, there were too many things involved. It became a hot potato.

First of all, this is the first time in ten years that the Tribunal has found clues to the blood of God, and even obtained the real object. This is a great feat in itself, but it will be a big mistake if the detained information is not concealed, and it is likely to be Hold accountable.

On the other hand, as evidence, the people in the Demon Territory were too clean. Only Drake and Joan of Arc came out of such a large area. As for the enemy, Hestia was beaten to gray by Roland, and the black island was Submerged, only some undead on the shore is still considered evidence, but there are skeletons in this sea area, which is not strictly speaking evidence.

In order to prevent things from becoming troublesome, Roland finally asked Joan to hand over the things in order to get out as soon as possible and let Drake take care of the funeral of the crew.

Roland thought about these sudden pains in his head, he frowned slightly, and was immediately noticed by Malda who was combing his hair behind him.

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry."

The girl apologized and hugged Roland lightly from behind, and then again, with a happy smile, began to help Roland comb her hair. The young man looked at Malda like this, and suddenly he dared not look at her. This affectionate move was for the time being. Not to mention, the obvious love and petting smile on the girl's face is a fool who can see what it means.

The two have been alone for nearly a week, and the relationship can be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds since the side effect incident. The incident was like a fuse, which is rapidly igniting the relationship between the two.

While humming a song, Malda combed the black hair in her hand. She only felt that her heart was filled with unprecedented happiness. She used to find it troublesome to comb her hair, but she loved Roland's smooth and long hair, and now she thinks about it. Incredible.

In fact, Malda hasn't slept well in the last few nights. She has been thinking about a question, and that is why she likes Roland.

It is meaningless to deny your feelings. It is better to think about the reasons. This is the unique way of thinking of the enthusiastic and lively Malda. Therefore, for several long nights, Malda was thinking about what Roland was doing. Attracted, in the end even went to the point where he was rushing home after get off work every day, just to see him a few seconds earlier.

Wealth?Status?

It certainly won’t be these utilitarian things. Let’s not talk about whether Roland, who has retired at home, has such things. As a saint, Marda does not lack these things. Her status in the Holy See is even higher than that of Joan of Arc and second only to the Pope. As for wealth, any of her best suitors is a wealthy aristocrat, but no one made her look at it more.

So is wisdom?courage?powerful?

Malda thought about it for a long time, but didn’t think it was. After all, when the two met, Malda already knew Roland’s strength. Later, when they talked together, his profound knowledge girl had a deep understanding of him. He was able to deal with all kinds of factions. She explained spells and magic, and she was able to understand the culture and customs of various places, and even the cooking was better than Malda, which made her feel a little frustrated.

During that time, Malda still treated him as a family-like existence. He was gentle and considerate. Although he had a temper, he never let the two girls. Although Malda was fine, he always saw him being preached by Joan. Laughing, but in fact, Roland is close to perfection in her heart.

Yes, it's so perfect that you can't like it.

Just like the story that Malda read for her sister when she was a child, Saint Laurent will always be the protagonist, a hero and a saint. A girl may respect and worship such a person, but she cannot fall in love with him.

After thinking about it for several nights, Malda finally found the opportunity for her to like Roland. It was the moment when the side-effects of the man who saved her on her behalf suffered from side effects, whether it was his love to prevent Malda from getting involved. It was the pain and fragility that followed that deeply moved Malda. During the period of embracing, she understood that this man was no longer the outer shell, but the real inside.

Then her feelings began to unite. Whether it was the previous admiration or the self-blame and sadness, they finally turned into an oath and love to absolutely protect him, and quickly developed firmness.

This is a kind of guardian love, mostly appearing on the male side, but under certain circumstances it takes root in Malda’s heart. The girl knows that this kind of love is a disadvantage for the woman, and how many men are spoiled by this kind of love. It was no longer what it used to be, but she believed that Roland would not, and more importantly, she couldn't help it.

Love is always like this, the more deliberately restrained, the more intense it is. Now the girl’s body and mind are already in the emotions. It’s like staying up the next morning, the moment he sees his face is full of strength. The hug before going to work every day can make me laugh unconsciously.

In recent days, the girl even has the illusion that the two are ordinary couples. She is not a high-status saint, and Roland is not the presiding judge in the story. The two are couples who have been married for several years. They have breakfast and chat together every morning. Go home at night and watch TV and play games together. On weekends, occasionally go shopping. Then Roland will rub the shoulders of the hard-working girl, and Malda will force Roland to comb her hair and play. The girls may get sleepy when watching movies together, but it doesn’t matter. , She can sleep slowly with a pillow on the man's shoulder.

This is happiness for Malda. There is nothing thrilling, and there is no heavy responsibility. She does not want Roland to experience anything that may be painful. Unless it is his own will, Malda is willing to block all troubles for him. .

She could feel that she had taken a place in Roland's heart, and her status was getting heavier and heavier. She believed that one day her feelings could be responded to.

Thinking about this, Malda finished combing her hair. She touched Roland's cheek affectionately, and then bid farewell to work, leaving the young man smiling and waving goodbye behind her.

It's a sweet day.

Chapter 77 Three Green Two Belt One

Roland, who waved goodbye in the hallway, watched Malda's smile diminish when he left. He sighed, feeling that he was a little sorry for Malda's love.

The man dreamed again last night, and the content in the dream was still his former lover, but this time it stimulated him to the point that he dreamed of Anna not the last time Joan, but Marda.

If Roland is an arena in his heart, then the former saint Anna is the uncrowned king here, and Joan of Arc and Marda are challengers who take turns to fight in the ring. During the months and nights, the two girls worked in their own ways. He sneaked into his heart, causing him to fluctuate in his ashen mood.

But he couldn't give any response. The pain from the past always made him afraid to take even one step. He rationally knew that this was a pathological thinking, but he persisted emotionally. The end result was that he could only procrastinate again and again.

But the problem is that Joan of Arc is coming back. It is impossible for her to notice Malda's abnormality by then, and Roland always feels that the situation will become more complicated.

The young man secretly sighed that things were going bad, but didn't know that the scene now was drizzle compared to the future.

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Three days later, it was noon.

After all, Joan came back.

When the sound of Joan of Arc entering the house sounded, Malda, who leaned on Roland’s shoulder to watch TV, jumped up and hurried to greet her, but what she didn’t know was that there was something else that jumped up with her body. Man's heart.

Roland's heart beat several times when he heard the sound of Joan of Arc entering the door, and a feeling of being caught and raped inexplicably surged. He took a few breaths and kept doing psychological construction in his heart.

They are all children, just love acting like a baby. It may be a good impression, but it is not love. If it is love, why don't they have a confession?The French don't have that kind of reservedness, they will definitely say if they like it, so they are all illusions, illusions.

Roland was deceiving himself, suddenly remembering Joan of Arc's kiss and Marda's hug that never let go, his face was distorted, and he muttered to himself a little frustrated.

"I, I won't be a scumbag, I shouldn't, why is this happening?"

The laughter of the two girls heard in his ears. Roland stood up and walked towards the hallway amidst the laughter and laughter. He saw Joan of Arc and Marda hugging each other crying and laughing.

Joan saw Roland walking out and waved, and then continued to comfort Malda with wet eyes. Roland smiled and nodded to the returning saint, and a heart gradually entered into his stomach.

Sure enough, the emotional saint in the Demon Realm returned to normal. After all, the situation was critical at that time, which would cause a kind of suspension bridge effect. Roland was always by her side when the heartbeat increased. She mistakenly thought it was a heartbeat for Roland. And feelings are inevitable, but this kind of feeling can't stand scrutiny, and it subsides quickly afterwards, just like now.

Roland looked at the two people's unprecedented peace of mind, he felt that he was too worried and his life would still be as peaceful as before.

"Be thirsty, I'll make a cup of tea, Joan, come in."

Marda, who had held the blonde girl for a long time, recovered. She let go of her hand and went back to the reception room to make tea, leaving Roland to help with the luggage. The young man smiled bitterly and walked to Joan of Arc and reached out to take the box. But instead of handing out the box, the girl let go and let it slide from her palm.

"Jan of Arc? Box..."

Roland hadn't said what he said. The blonde girl had already hugged the young man's body tightly. Jeanne, who was not tall enough, could not reach Roland's face, so she could only rub his chest hard.

"Lan, long time no see."

"It's only ten days."

Roland, whose brain was blank, replied tremblingly. When Joan heard the words, she raised her reddish face and said softly:

"Ten days, it's been a long time for me."

Roland looked at Joan of Arc's longing eyes and his heart trembled. He suddenly felt that this might not be a suspension bridge effect, but before he had time to speak, Malda's voice came from his ear.

"Ah, yes, do you like black tea or green tea today?"

With the sound of footsteps, Malda went and returned. She just showed her head from the corner, and the two people hugging at the hallway had separated like lightning.

"Red, black tea is good, it's hard work."

Jeanne replied with flushing face, Malda nodded and left again, the hallway was calm again, and only Roland's gasping voice was left holding his heart.

"This, I haven't told Sister Marda about this matter yet. I think it's still a little early. This family is very important in my heart, so... I don't think that our relationship can't meet people. Lan, don't get me wrong."