"Lady Jeanne, you truly are candid."

"Sir, there's nothing shameful about it, is there?"

It could be seen that although they both belonged to the Holy Church, Jeanne and Urding's ways of doing things were completely at opposite extremes.

No wonder in the description, the Guard Knight inheriting the name "Rahel" would give such an evaluation of her—completely different from the historical "Saintess".

"Indeed."

"Alright, I've finished reading. To be honest, the skill level of these knights all pass muster. They're far superior to those rural knights that Crown Prince Charles once employed; if equipped with carbines, the winged cavalry could perform even better in secular battles."

"How do they compare with your Holy Church Knight Order?"

Jeanne rolled her eyes: "It's not comparable. The enemies we deal with aren't humans, and our Holy Church Knight Order only has about three hundred formal knights. Looking from the perspective of rarity, we're obviously more formidable!"

"I see..."

Just then.

A winged cavalryman happened to pass by an opponent.

The lance directly toppled the opponent off the horse, and the onlookers erupted into cheers.

Jeanne was a bit eager: "Sir, my hands are itching. Would you like to spar with me?"

Losa considered it for a moment and found it feasible.

After all, Jeanne was only at level one and had an attribute difference not too far from his own. With Bloodfall's amplification, it was barely a fair match.

"Want to weigh my talents?"

"You're overthinking it; my hands are just itching."

Prajna suddenly spoke up: "If it's just a matter of itching, you could try sparring with me."

"No, I can't win against you. Besides, fighting with a Heavy Iron Guard isn't enjoyable at all."

Jeanne replied with a smile: "Though I'm adept at dealing with dark creatures, Prajna is clearly an exception. Just by looking, I can tell you're formidable."

Prajna was speechless at her candidness: "Oh well."

Jeanne wrapped her arm around Prajna's shoulder, causing Prajna to jump, but she did not evade.

Because stepping back would distance her from Losa, which is negligent behavior for a Heavy Iron Guard.

"Relax, Lady Prajna, I am your master's servant like you, I am aware of my boundaries."

Losa nodded and said, "Alright then, let's give it a try. I'd like to see just how powerful the legendary Knight of Radiance is."

He said this while placing his hand upon the hilt of the sword.

Though indeed a soft target, being pressed upon still left him rather unyielding.

"Wait, as knights, a mounted battle is more appropriate."

Jeanne complained regretfully: "If you had given me a heads-up before summoning me, I would have surely mounted my beloved Grape first, and adorned her with horse armor."

She added, "Grape is a robust stallion with unicorn lineage. She has accompanied me through many years."

"I apologize for that."

Losa contemplated for a moment and said, "Come with me, luckily I have a fine steed to present to you."

Jeanne exclaimed joyfully, "Really? Thank you, Sir."

The sound of rising favorability echoed.

How pragmatic indeed.

Losa's corner of the mouth twitched as he said expressionlessly, "You're welcome. I believe it will find more value in your hands than with me."

In this era, monarchs were often expected to lead on the battlefield.

But if possible, Losa preferred to sit comfortably in the palace, sipping wine, with news of victory arriving.

The rare mount lottery ticket rewards an Akhal-Teke horse.

Losa had already utilized it when he returned to camp and stored the warhorse in the stables.

If the name Akhal-Teke horse might seem unfamiliar, then its other name, 'Blood-sweating Horse,' is undoubtedly famous.

Approaching the stable.

Seeing Losa bringing a stranger.

The Akhal-Teke horse raised its head, letting out a troubled neigh.

Losa placed his hand on its neck and gently patted it.

It lowered its head and affectionately nuzzled against his palm.

It appeared at least a head taller than an Arabian horse, shoulder height over one and a half meters, with a slender head and neck, long limbs, and extremely well-proportioned muscles.

"Akhal-Teke horses are water-thrifty and heat-resistant. There's no better mount for fighting in Jerusalem's weather."

Losa introduced to Jeanne.

"She's truly beautiful!"

Jeanne reached out and patted its neck: "She's one of the prettiest mares I've seen, second only to Grape."

"Sir, does she have a name?"

Losa shook his head: "Not yet named."

"Then let's call her Grape!"

Jeanne joyfully added, "After all, I may never see the old Grape again, won't she mind if I give her name to another?"

Losa was momentarily speechless.

A rare quality mount corresponds to just Two-Star, Blue Quality, but clearly, this horse far surpasses the Arabian horses Losa usually rides.

The Nisian warhorse brought from Gaul, due to heather incompatibility, had fallen mildly ill before the expedition, and Losa left it in Jerusalem.

Such situations were common.

A quarter of the mounts brought by Crusader knights from Europe would usually die on board, and another quarter usually died upon arriving in the Holy Land.

Those who survived were just half, and they were not suited to the climate, thus their battle performance was rather disappointing.

At the time of Losa's arrival, the mount system was merely a money-making idea and still in design.

Even Jeanne, whom Losa knew little about, being a Six-star Attendant, indicated that the system continues to evolve and update.

As of now, most of these changes appear to be beneficial.

"Let's go, mount your new Grape, and let's have a knightly battle."

Additionally, Losa promptly used an Epic Quality lottery ticket item.

Light flashed.

In Losa's hand appeared a cross pendant, with a sharp end, embedded with a dark red gem.

Its surface was suffused with a light purple halo; its name simple, "Shining Cross Sword."

Losa grasped the end of the cross and softly flicked it, transforming it into an Armed Sword.

This was a magic artifact, convenient to carry, possessing the "Indestructible" characteristic akin to the armored cavalry's lance.

Furthermore, it had some "Spirituality." Even a seasoned old farmer holding it would obtain an extraordinary level of swordsmanship.

"A remarkable artifact, seems like the work of Lady Angelina from the Witch Forest."

Jeanne commented: "With this sword, Sir, your odds of winning will be higher, and our battle will hold more suspense."

"Let's proceed to the Knight's Jousting Arena."

The news of Grand Master Losa intending to duel an unknown Female Knight soon spread throughout the jousting arena.

Knights, cavalry, attendants, and enthusiasts gathered densely around.

Jeanne leaned over to Losa, whispering, "Sir, with so many people, should I go easy? If I knock you off with a single lance, you'd lose face."

Losa took a deep breath; although he realized the kindness of her gesture, he felt somewhat indignant.

"Hey, Priest Urding!"

Jeanne suddenly spotted someone amidst the crowd, waving joyfully.

Urding quickly approached, shocked: "Lady, you've also descended into this world!"

"Quit the nonsense, hold onto this Holy Spear for me; the attendants under the Master's command are all dark creatures, and they can't touch this thing."

She tosses the Holy Spear to Urding and draws an applewood lance from the weapon rack.

Seeing Losa's surprise, she lowered her voice: "Fighting with a Holy Spear can be lethal, even I can't control its 'always hit' property."

Amidst people's cheers.

Losa mounted his warhorse, fetched a lance, and drew down the visor.

The opponent, too, skillfully steadied the reins, urged the confident and rather unruly new "Grape," facing Losa from afar.

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