Became the Weapon Monopolist of the Gods

“Whatever is going on here?”

Joan, a girl with snow-white skin and golden hair, looked around.

The doll-like beautiful girl with amethyst eyes.

It was Jeanne d’Arc.

Jeanne herself.

The girl showed surprise at the changed scenery.

To her, it seemed like she had been transported from the stake to a department store.

But it was too early to be amazed by just this.

“Master Sejun, please take a look outside.”

Joan’s purple eyes widened like a rabbit’s at the sight reflected in the window.

“My goodness, the ‘irons’ are moving!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her cute reaction.

Beyond the window Jeanne was looking through, a gray urban landscape filled with cars driving around stretched out.

What she called ‘irons’ were automobiles.

“This is my world. It seems like you’ve also come here with me.”

“Here…”

Jeanne gazed at the window with curiosity.

“It’s completely different from France.”

“To put it simply, the future.”

I explained the modern era to Jeanne in a way she could understand.

That this place was six centuries—600 years—after 15th century France.

Though it wasn’t exactly the same world, I skipped that part.

Just accepting the concept of the future would already be overwhelming for Jeanne.

Explaining parallel universes here would be greedy.

“So Master Sejun is a man from the future?”

“That’s how you can see it.”

“I’ve come to the future with Master Sejun then.”

Jeanne appeared both surprised and understanding.

After all, I always gave her advance warnings whenever she faced mortal danger.

Meanwhile, I was equally astonished.

‘Never thought she’d come along too.’

Although I saved Jeanne, I never imagined she’d follow me here.

While I’ve encountered relics crossing over from other worlds before, I’ve never seen a person do so.

‘Maybe it’s because history got twisted.’

The Status Window referred to Jeanne as a “distorted being.”

Since Jeanne, who was supposed to die at the stake, somehow survived her predetermined death, an error occurred in history.

And expelling this error—that is, Jeanne—must have been the reason.

In exchange, I didn’t obtain the reward, “Banner of the Maidens,” but it didn’t matter.

If Jeanne could be safe, then losing some trinket like that didn’t bother me since I already had two legendary artifacts anyway.

As I smiled faintly watching Jeanne marveling, a notification popped up.

[A new entry has been added.]

‘Huh?’

The status window displayed a new catalog I hadn’t seen before.

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◆Transcendent Catalog

─Jeanne d’Arc

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‘Transcendent?’

Out of curiosity, I opened the Joan d’Arc entry, where her profile was listed.

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◆[Saved Maiden – Jeanne d’Arc]

[Rank: Legendary]

[Attribute: Holy]

[Current Time Limit: 6 hours]

[Resummon Wait Time: 2 hours]

─Joan of Arc, the Maid of Orleans, was a Catholic saint who saved France during the Hundred Years’ War.

Her fate, which should have ended at the stake, transcended her destined death and was saved.

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Seeing her rank as “Legendary,” my eyes widened in shock.

‘Jeanne… is legendary?’

The Jeanne d’Arc I knew was a simple country girl who didn’t even know how to handle magic.

An ordinary girl forced into sacrifice due to the holy banner and fake stigmata.

Yet this ordinary girl, Joan of Arc, had become a “legend.”

It was astonishing, but understandable.

This world was one where even relics of famous historical figures possessed power.

Let alone Joan of Arc, who wasn’t just a relic but a person whose fame could arguably be considered the highest in the world.

Joan of Arc was a saint known by everyone in the world.

The only saint who could rival her in recognition might be the Virgin Mary.

As long as countless people remembered Joan of Arc as a saint and revered her as a hero, her strength wouldn’t fade.

By giving up the Banner of the Maidens, I gained the Maid herself. By the way…

‘Holy Attribute?’

Looking at Joan’s attribute, I tilted my head.

‘There was such an attribute?’

I’d heard of Light Attributes, but this was the first time I encountered a Holy Attribute.

Though curious, I set aside my questions for now.

First, I needed to check on Jeanne’s condition.

She had just been freed from the stake after being locked up in prison for so long.

But my worries were unfounded.

“I feel strangely full of energy.”

Jeanne moved her body around, clearly intrigued.

There was no sign of fatigue from her imprisonment.

‘Must be because she’s become legendary.’

Even though I understood, there were still things to do.

“Let’s change your bandages first.”

Taking out fresh bandages from my subspace backpack, I carefully removed the blood-soaked ones wrapped around Jeanne’s back.

And I was surprised.

‘It’s clean.’

Jeanne’s back was surprisingly spotless.

Though the stigmata hadn’t disappeared, its depth had lightened, and her rough skin had become smooth and fair.

The scars had turned into tattoos.

Like the real stigmata possessed by St. Francis of Assisi.

“Is something wrong?”

Jeanne asked curiously when I kept staring at her back.

“Does the stigmata hurt?”

“No, now that you mention it, it doesn’t hurt at all. What happened?”

Jeanne herself seemed surprised upon realizing she was fine.

‘Guess I don’t need the bandages anymore.’

Still, just in case, I wiped her back and wrapped it with fresh bandages.

If someone saw these tattoos, they might associate them with the stigmata.

‘Safety first.’

After changing Jeanne’s bandages, a new concern arose.

“Hmm.”

“Is there a problem?”

“Not really, but you should change your clothes.”

Jeanne, tilting her head cutely, looked like an angel, but her outfit was the issue.

She couldn’t walk around in her medieval execution attire in modern times.

Not knowing much about women’s clothing, I called in backup.

─Why? I’m busy right now.

“I’ll give you allowance if you come to my shop.”

─Now?

“Yeah, now.”

─Alright, I’ll be there soon!

The backup I called was none other than my younger sister, Choe Seoyeon.

*

“Big brother, are you kidnapping people now?”

“No allowance if you talk nonsense.”

“Who’s this?”

Choe Seoyeon whispered to me while looking at Jeanne, who sat demurely in the shop.

“She’s Jeanne, a foreign hunter. The Guild assigned her to me, so I’m taking care of her.”

“Wow, she’s really pretty.”

Choe Seoyeon, uninterested in my excuses, marveled at Jeanne’s appearance.

“I’ll give you a card. Help Jeanne pick out some clothes.”

“Got it. Leave it to me.”

Choe Seoyeon’s eyes sparkled dangerously like someone expecting to play with dolls.

“Don’t try anything funny or no allowance.”

“Don’t worry. This is my specialty.”

Her confident words oddly made me uneasy, but it should be fine. She inherited my good sense.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Choe Seoyeon, the younger sister of Hunter Choi Seo-Joon.”

“Oh, you’re his sister.”

Jeanne’s response made Choe Seoyeon tilt her head.

“If you’re not his sister, who did you think I was?”

“I thought you might be his lover given how well you get along.”

“Cough!”

At Jeanne’s innocent answer, I let out a dry cough.

“Absolutely not, so don’t worry. That will never happen, even if I die and come back to life.”

Choe Seoyeon firmly denied it, and Jeanne’s expression brightened mysteriously.

‘Anyway, communication isn’t a problem.’

Jeanne, a 15th-century European who didn’t speak Korean, somehow managed to communicate with Choe Seoyeon without issue.

This meant she shared the linguistic privileges I received when traveling to other worlds.

Still, just in case, I followed them to the mall.

“I’ll wait here. Go pick something out and come back.”

“Got it.”

While Choe Seoyeon helped Jeanne choose clothes, I waited at the store entrance.

About ten minutes later, Jeanne emerged from the fitting room in new attire.

“How’s it look?”

“……”

Jeanne wore a pure white dress that made her look like an angel descended from heaven.

“What do you think?”

“You did great.”

I immediately transferred 300,000 won to Choe Seoyeon.

“Woo-hoo! Big brother, I gotta go now, I’ve got stuff to do!”

Looks like she really was busy.

Once Choe Seoyeon left in a hurry, I turned to Jeanne.

Jeanne fidgeted with her new outfit, seemingly unfamiliar with it.

“Doesn’t it fit?”

“It fits perfectly.”

The white dress suited Jeanne’s aura perfectly. Good call bringing Choe Seoyeon along.

She really knows how to pick outfits.

By the way…

“Jeanne, are you hungry?”

“A piece of bread will suffice.”

During the war, Jeanne often ate burnt black bread with thin soup.

It became a habit for her to say that.

She never got to taste good food.

All the good stuff was eaten by that damn Bishop Cambrai.

‘Damn bastard.’

I regret not beating him up more when I had the chance.

Back then, at the cathedral…

“Let’s go eat something delicious.”

“D-Delicious food?”

“Yeah, food culture in this world has advanced a lot.”

I decided to take Jeanne somewhere to eat first.

Considering she probably fasted for a whole week enduring interrogations by those lousy bishops.

“What does ‘food culture’ mean?”

“It means the food is tasty.”

Jeanne’s amethyst eyes sparkled like jewels.

Even without words, her anticipation was clear as she swallowed saliva.

Smiling softly, I took Jeanne’s hand.

“Let’s go.”

Pork belly, kimchi, bulgogi, chicken…

I wanted to introduce Jeanne to Korean cuisine.

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