chapter 51

It was a quiet and peaceful morning. The sun was timidly rising through the tent, illuminating Jeanne's serene face as she slept deeply next to Rémy. He, in turn, was crouched by the bed, watching her with a mischievous smile on his face.

Unable to resist the temptation, Rémy extended the tip of his finger and began tickling Jeanne's nose. She, feeling the uncomfortable sensation, wriggled and moved her nose, trying to escape the tickles.

Laughing, Rémy continued to tease her, tickling her face, neck, and ribs. Jeanne, now fully awake and laughing, tried to push him away, but he was stronger and continued tickling her.

Finally, after a few minutes of pleasant torture, Rémy stopped and sat down next to Jeanne, still laughing. She, panting, looked at him and shook her head, but couldn't help but smile.

"You're terrible," she said, still trying to catch her breath.

"I know," Rémy replied, still laughing. "But you love it."

Jeanne laughed again and sat up on the cloth that served as a bed, stretching her arms for a yawn. "Well, now that you woke me up, I guess it's time to get up and start the day."

"Yes," Rémy replied. He picked up his armor and put it on, feeling it tight on his body. "I think I need to change this armor," he commented, looking at Jeanne, who noticed that the armor was a bit small for him.

"You've grown again," Jeanne said, surprised to see that the armor seemed small.

"Seems like it," Rémy replied, patting the armor.

Jeanne got up and picked up her own armor, which was on the floor. She put it on quickly, looking much more comfortable than Rémy did in his.

"I don't think it's a good idea to fight in armor that doesn't fit you properly," Jeanne said, looking at Rémy with concern. "We can go to the nearest town and see if we can find armor that fits better."

"Yes, but I still have the blacksmith, but he is far away," Rémy replied with a worried tone, indicating that the issue of the blacksmith would be resolved later. Then he added: "We'll deal with that later."

Still, Rémy seemed determined not to let the blacksmith issue interfere with his immediate plans. "We have your training to do," he said to Jeanne, indicating that they should focus on training before dealing with other issues.

With that, Rémy left the tent and began walking towards the place where they had trained the day before. Jeanne followed him, ready to continue her training and learn as much as she could from her beloved.

Arriving at the same place where they had trained the day before, Jeanne commented with a slightly tired voice, "My legs still hurt." The expression on her face made it clear that she was feeling some discomfort and muscle fatigue. In fact, her legs were sore from the previous training, which included carrying trees tied to her legs.

Rémy, in turn, tried to reassure her, saying, "It's okay, it won't be anything too much." He had brought with him Jeanne's flag, which she had used for battle on the battlefield. Jeanne, although she did not understand why Rémy had brought the flag, decided not to question him and wait to see how he would use the object in question.

Rémy pulled out the spear that was attached to his back and handed Jeanne's flag into her hands. With a challenging look, he proposed, "So let's have a fight."

"Jeanne felt a pang of anxiety, but was determined to show her skills. "Alright," she replied, firmly gripping the flag she now carried.

Rémy stepped back, making room for Jeanne to start. "The flag is literally a spear, so let's train you to fight with it," he explained.

Jeanne, with her flag held firmly, quickly advanced towards Rémy. With a precise movement, she struck with the flag, trying to catch him off guard. However, Rémy was prepared and easily defended himself with his spear.

Despite Rémy's successful defense, Jeanne did not let herself be discouraged. With determination, she attacked her opponent again, this time with even more speed. Rémy, as skilled as he was, was able to easily keep up with her movements.

Jeanne knew that Rémy was a formidable opponent, with years of combat experience. So she wasn't surprised to see that he was able to easily keep up with her. Even so, she didn't give up and continued to invest all her energy, determined to achieve victory.

Although she had also fought during these years, it is true that she was not as often on the front line as Rémy, preferring to command the troops from a more strategic position. In addition, she did not have the same amount of training as Rémy, who spent several years honing his spear skills.

That morning, the two trained together for several hours, practicing their techniques and improving their skills. However, eventually, they decided to stop training and rest before continuing with their activities.

"Well, I think I'll be going now," said Jeanne, who was sitting on the green grass. Rémy replied, "Okay, have a good day," and gave her a small kiss on her lips. Jeanne was surprised, but didn't say anything, and a smile appeared on her face. She started walking towards the camp.

Rémy put two fingers in his mouth and whistled. Soon, a red horse appeared running towards him. It didn't take long for him to reach where his team was. Some were sitting and others were standing. "So, shall we go?" asked Rémy, looking at his soldiers.

"Let's go! I was already dying of waiting," exclaimed Griffin, impatiently, as he got up from the ground where he was sitting. He ignored the burning sensation in his legs, caused by the intense heat of the ground under the scorching sun.

"Griffin!" reprimanded François, next to him, with his bow in hand. He poked Griffin's ribs with the object, causing him to wince in pain.

"Sorry, Sir Rémy," said Griffin, running his left hand through his white hair with an awkward smile.

Pierre, on the other hand, didn't accept Griffin's apologies so easily. He clenched his fist, causing several veins to bulge under the skin, pulsing with force. "You deserved to be punched to learn," he threatened, with restrained anger. It seemed that at any moment he could strike Griffin in the face.

"Sir Rémy, how are you?" asked Guillaume, as he approached Rémy's horse, trying to change the tense atmosphere. His face showed excitement and readiness.

"I'm fine, Guillaume. And you?" replied Rémy, with a friendly smile. He found Guillaume's enthusiasm inquiring about his well-being amusing.

"I'm great! What's your order, Sir Rémy?" asked Guillaume, eagerly. His eyes shone with expectation as he waited to know what the next task would be.

"I see that you're excited. Today we're going to split up. Each of us will go to a different place. Check carefully to make sure there are no English soldiers or anything suspicious. If you spot something, no matter how small, come and tell me immediately. I'll be here," said Rémy with a serious expression on his face as he confidently dismounted his horse.

"Yes, Sir Rémy!" the soldiers responded in unison, demonstrating their loyalty and readiness. Griffin, however, felt a bit hesitant, but before he could express his concern, he received a good-natured poke from François, who encouraged him to move forward.

With their weapons in hand, the soldiers headed off to their respective missions. Rémy leaned against the belly of his horse, watching carefully as his men divided and moved away.

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