Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 408 - 93: Jeanne’s Death

"What happened to you?"

Losa looked across at Jeanne, whose figure had become semi-transparent, her burning golden Holy Flame reduced to a faint glow, and there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

"It’s nothing, I’ve had experience with burning before."

Jeanne managed to lift the corners of her mouth, but her furrowed brows betrayed the difficulty of her current situation.

"I shouldn’t have appeared in front of you at this time."

"I originally wanted to die heroically like a Warrior at the last moment or secretly choose a corner that wouldn’t bother anyone, waiting to be burnt to ashes."

"But I’m feeling so cold."

"Cold as if I’ve been thrown naked into a snowfield."

She raised her hands in a gesture of embrace, and Losa quickly pulled her into his arms—she had become very light, almost weightless, and her body was as soft as a bunch of cotton, with the remnants of the golden Holy Flame still burning on her, releasing barely any heat.

"Am I like a burnt-out candle now?"

She curled up weakly.

"No, you’re much more beautiful than a candle."

Losa gently patted her back, a bit at a loss. Even though death wasn’t real in the world of the battle records, for Losa, who almost died in the Song-Jin War, he knew this process felt incredibly real.

"Losa."

"Hmm?"

"There’s something I want to know before I die."

"Go ahead."

"Who’s first between Prajna and me?"

"Huh?"

Seeing the amusing expression on Losa’s face, Jeanne’s weak face couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"Sure enough, just one trick reveals her, the woman always pretending to be an ice queen with no interest in men. Well, I didn’t expect her to be like this."

Jeanne curiously asked, "What’s her expression in bed? How is she? Does she call out? She always has a cold and seductive demeanor; she can’t be like that in bed too, can she?"

Losa was speechless.

"That’s enough."

Prajna’s cold voice rang out.

There was a noticeable piercing wound visible on her abdomen, and even for a Heavy Iron Guard, her recovery speed was very slow now.

The enemy that caused this wound was definitely a fierce opponent.

"I’m almost dying, and she’s still fierce to me."

Jeanne pouted, on the verge of tears.

Losa knew she was probably acting, but still felt concerned and said, "Alright, let her say whatever she wants to say."

Prajna responded with an "hmm," her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Jeanne curled up in Losa’s embrace.

Jeanne felt uncomfortable under her gaze and pushed Losa away with difficulty.

She crawled onto the wall, spread her arms wide: "Kids, I’ve enjoyed these days with you, promise me, win this war, and keep winning till the end."

The Wolf Race warriors looked at her in shock.

"Ms. Jeanne, what’s happening to you?"

"Is she going to disappear?"

"Impossible, she is the Knight of Radiance, she can’t possibly die?"

Jeanne raised the corners of her mouth; under the sunlight, her body had almost become completely transparent.

"Silly words, everyone dies."

"Even the Knight of Radiance is no exception."

With her hands on her hips, she shouted enthusiastically:

"Henry, you must confess to the girl you love; Locke, there’s no overnight feud between father and son, remember to apologize to him; Felipe, I know you have a crush on me, but my heart will always belong to Losa—this man beside me."

"And Phil, Alessandro, Malgannis, Tafilel, find a good girl."

Her body turned to ashes, disappearing with the wind.

Losa quietly bowed his head, his eyes inexplicably wet.

This silly woman, he wondered how many hearts of the Wolf Race warriors she had captured during this time.

Furin appeared on the city wall, sitting on the ground, legs crossed and kicking the air.

"This shameless woman is really brazen."

"But... are there really that many people who like her?"

She glanced in shock at Kurs: "Then why doesn’t anyone like me? I’m much prettier than her."

Kurs was silent for a moment, then courteously bowed in salute: "With such noble status as yours, these beastly folks can only look up to your brilliance; how dare they have any disrespectful thoughts?"

"Right."

Hans, being carried on a stretcher by two Wolf Race warriors to the rear, looked with some surprise at those faces full of grief, hardly believing that Jeanne, whom he saw as having such a bad character, had won so many people’s affection.

"Lord Hans, is Ms. Jeanne really dead?"

The speaking Wolf Race warrior, with only one arm remaining, tightly grasped the stretcher with tears in his voice.

"No, of course not."

Hans looked around, solemnly saying to those eyes filled with anticipation after hearing him: "Ms. Jeanne is the Knight of Radiance; how could she easily die in such a battle? She’s only been temporarily away."

"Will we have a chance to see her again?"

Hans thought for a while, then nodded: "Of course, once you unite the Wolf Race and create a new order representing justice and harmony with humans, there will be an opportunity to meet again."

His lie was clumsy, but many believed it deeply.

...

Dragging his weary body, Losa walked on the wall of Wolf Castle, looking at the devastation and sighed softly: "I was thinking of hunting a powerful Dragon Species in this world after the war ended, but now..."

Juliano came with heavy steps, evidence of fresh bandages on him: "Thanks to your assistance, we managed to win this civil war with difficulty."

Juliano’s face clearly didn’t show much delight; although they achieved ultimate victory in this war, the damage suffered was enormous.

"Clan Leader Juliano, the term ’civil war’ doesn’t feel right."

"Do you have a better suggestion, my Lord?"

"I think it’s better to call it... revolution."

Losa smiled, his tone serious: "In the Eastern Dynasty, the emperor rules the Nine Provinces under the mandate of heaven, so every change of dynasty can be called a ’revolution.’ The Wolf Race revolution begins today."

"It’s time to raise a new banner, Lord Juliano."

"Honestly, I never thought I’d have to confront the old Wolf Race flag so quickly."

"You have no choice."

"Yes."

Juliano sighed deeply; he understood better than anyone the impact of this victory on the entire Wolf Race, meaning that the old order represented by the Wolf Lord had been shaken, and to restore stability, they must be eradicated.

And if they don’t want to be eradicated, there’s only one path.

To unite all the forces they can!

"We will be leaving tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"Yes, there’s always a limit to interference with time."

"Lord Losa, can I make a request?"

"If you want Chelina to stay, I’m afraid it’s impossible; firstly, she may not be willing, and secondly, this world doesn’t belong to her—perhaps after we leave, you can find the Chelina of your world."

Seeing the confusion on Juliano’s face, Losa couldn’t help but smile: "If there’s another Chelina belonging to your world."

"Is there?"

"There’s only a possibility."

Losa’s understanding of the world in the battle records was also very limited.