Book 3: Chapter 10: Fafnir: Pitiful, Weak, and Helpless

Book 3: Chapter 10: Fafnir: Pitiful, Weak, and Helpless

“Hmm! He Who Knows Fate, you are a nice guy.” Chen Heng specially checked Jeanne d’Arc Alter’s loyalty value. It had already risen to eighty in mere minutes. This...

Chen Heng had not expected the first person to give him a nice guy card to be Jeanne d’Arc Alter.

“Don’t address me as He Who Knows Fate. Call me Chen Heng. That is my real name.”

“Chen Heng? Got it? Ah Heng, is that fine?” Chen Heng sensed Jeanne d’Arc Alter became happier when she learned his real name.

“That’s fine. Go with that, then.” Chen Heng felt the address of Ah Heng was pretty good. It was not overly intimate or distant.

Jeanne d’Arc Alter saw the made bed and immediately removed the slippers she wore and lay on it. “The bed is very comfortable.”

She felt very satisfied with this bed; it was more comfortable than the one in the Poké Ball.

When Chen Heng saw Jeanne d’Arc Alter lying on the bed and her bouncing bosom, his face turned pink.

He had not seen such a stimulating scene before.

Mo Qingtong? That was a brother. Would there be a romance between brothers? That did not happen.

“Huh? Why are you blushing?” Although Chen Heng did not blush that hard, Jeanne d’Arc Alter was a Servant, so she immediately noticed.

“Ah! No reason. I was just rushing back earlier.” Chen Heng found a plausible excuse.

“Ah! That’s right, Fafnir is with me too.” Chen Heng tried to change the topic and deal with Fafnir at the same time, so he took out the Poké Ball containing Fafnir.

“Why do I feel this ball looks better than mine? Is that a misperception?” Jeanne d’Arc Alter sat up on her bed and stood in front of Chen Heng, bending over to inspect the Heavy Ball.

“It’s your misperception.” Although Jeanne d’Arc Alter was being reasonable now, he did not forget her hot temper. Furthermore...

Jeanne d’Arc Alter’s shirt was quite loose, and she was bending in front of Chen Heng, so he saw... Ahem! Ahem!

“Alright. Stop looking at it. I’m going to call Fafnir out.” Chen Heng changed the topic to prevent Jeanne d’Arc Alter from discovering the truth.

[TL Note: Phantasmal Species is the collective term for all nonhuman creatures found in legends and fantasy. Dragons, as a species, are part of the Phantasmal Species classification, standing at the pinnacle of Phantasmal Species. Here is more information about Phantasmal Species: /wiki/Phantasmal_Species.]

“But you got beaten up by Chen Heng.”

“Can you stop mentioning that?” The more Jeanne d’Arc Alter spoke, the angrier Fafnir got. Eventually, the dragon could no longer take it and bit the closest thing nearby.

Since Fafnir had leaped to Jeanne d’Arc Alter’s chest earlier...

“Ouch! You dummy! Let go!” Pardon Chen Heng for failing to imagine how painful it was for Jeanne d’Arc Alter.

Jeanne d’Arc Alter ruthlessly hammered Fafnir’s head. After that, the dragon became more obedient and released her.

“I did not use any strength. Really!”

“You dare complain? Let me see if you left a scar.” Jeanne d’Arc Alter pulled down the collar of her shirt and lowered her head to look.

“Fortunately, it’s fine. Otherwise, I’d cook you in a hotpot!”

“Cough! Cough! I’m still here. Can you treat me as a man?” Chen Heng could not bear to keep watching.

“Return Fafnir to the ball. Let her stay in there alone!” Jeanne d’Arc Alter tossed Fafnir to Chen Heng.

“Don’t! That ball is so small, and it is super boring there. I don’t want to go back!” Fafnir refused, unwilling to return to the Heavy Ball.

“You can stay in the house, but you absolutely cannot appear before others. Otherwise, I will stew you in a hotpot and eat you.” Empathizing with Fafnir’s reluctance to return to the Poké Ball, Chen Heng permitted her to remain on the condition she did not show herself to others.

“Leave her to me. I’ll take care of her.” Jeanne d’Arc Alter showed some compassion. No matter what, Fafnir had helped her a lot. However, this would make her busy.

“Don’t worry. I absolutely will not appear to scare people.”

“No. I’m not afraid you will scare others. I’m worried that some monster hunter will capture you and lock you up, thinking you are a monster. Or perhaps they might cut you up for ingredients to forge items. There are many powerful people in my world. Even in a weakened state, I could beat you up like a dog...I mean, I could defeat you. There are many people who are more powerful than me in this world.”

Chen Heng immediately corrected Fafnir’s mentality, fearing an inflated ego would get her killed as a source of rare materials. Dragons were rare in the first place. More importantly, she was so weak. If she were discovered, she would probably be captured immediately. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

“Your...your world is that scary?” Fafnir was a little skeptical.