After the English army emerged victorious in the Battle of Agincourt,
they then advanced on Paris, the capital of the kingdom, and captured it.
The French royal court escaped Paris and relocated their royal palace to Chinon.
The Duchy of Burgundy severed ties with the royal family,
and allied with the English army.
The region was in a state of chaos.
Uncertain of their fate, the suffering and cries of the masses
could be heard throughout the nation of France.
Jeanne? Jeanne?
What's the matter?
Oh, it's nothing!
#02 The Girl Called Jeanne
I pray that the English army will return to their own country.
Return home!
I pray that the war will end.
End!
I pray that my breasts will grow bigger!
Grow bigger?
This is a ritual passed down for generations in our Fai Tribe.
Have faith, and you shall be saved!
But the war hasn't ended, at all!
And my breasts...
Oh, you already have visitors.
Don't panic.
I won't do anything to hurt you.
Are you...
A black mage?
No, that's not it.
I'm a traveling alchemist.
Montmorency.
We'll be using that ruin.
She's got wings!
I've heard that the winged are the queens of fairy tribes!
But the winged shouldn't be able to be tamed by humans!
I tamed that man to be my slave.
Wow! Such a big hat!
Hey, what are you doing?
Is that a magical potion?
If I borrow the powers of this ruin's presence,
I may be able to transmute the elixir.
Astaroth was right.
This might work out!
Boobies!
Will my breasts grow if I drink that potion?
They won't!
Isn't it a magical potion?
It's not magic.
It's alchemy.
Alchemy is a very sensitive process.
I'll help!
Don't get in my way!
Let me help!
Do you know what'll happen if the mixture is even slightly off?
It'll be a disaster!
You idiot!
Let us swear an oath!
We will...
...remain best friends forever...
...even after we graduate from school!
You didn't die from elixir intoxication.
Luck is on your side.
I failed again?
Yes.
Damn it!
You're pathetic.
I thought you could transmute the elixir within three years with my guidance.
It's been seven years!
Seven years, more than twice that!
The process involves stepping into the other world,
so, naturally, the flow of time would be different.
You didn't even know that?
What a loser.
Give me back my precious years of puberty!
Listen well, Montmorency.
You're a man chosen to become the next Ulysses.
You will put an end to all wars in the world, including the Anglo-French War,
and turn this world into a utopia for all eternity.
Montmorency, that is why I bestowed my knowledge upon you.
So get your act together already! Got it?
Listen... I'm not hoping to end all wars or become a king,
or anything of that magnitude.
You're telling me you have low aspirations?
What a disappointment!
You know, you can hoard all the beauties in the world if you become a king!
Not interested.
You said it like the bratty virgin that you are.
Aren't you at least partially responsible for me being a virgin?
I'm sorry. This is all because I got in your way, right?
It's not your fault.
It's my fault for lacking talent.
So don't worry about it.
Montmorency-niichan!
Don't cry.
I'm La Hire.
I came here to inform you that the Burgundian army will strike this region.
W-Were you hired by Princess Charlotte?
Will you protect us?
Yeah.
However, I'll need you to hand over all your food in exchange for protection.
Wait!
A child?!
Don't hurt anyone!
Please, pretty soldier!
She's so reckless!
What were you going to do if she shot without warning?
Why is there a black mage in such a remote village?
It's a misunderstanding!
He's an alchemist.
Wh-What's with this girl?!
There are winged fairies?
How can such a cute creature be allowed to exist in this world?!
This is not good.
We can't hand over everything!
How can we survive the winter?
You're getting paid, right?
Maybe get your employer to pay extra?
Even salaries are not being paid on time.
It seems the exiled royal family is out of funds.
Sorry, but we can't survive without on-site payment.
Pretty soldier, you can survive about half a year without food
by absorbing the fat on your breast!
I'm not a milk cow!
Damn! She's so cute!
Are you really La Hire, notorious for being the biggest troublemaker
in the mercenary business?
I've always assumed that you were a grumpy, old man...
Wh-What's this?
Gross!
Did this guy do something strange to you?
What do you mean by that?
Cut that out!
Could that be... an elixir?
Wh-What?!
I get it now...
You must have absorbed an unfathomable amount of elixir,
and you have become a vessel that can transmute elixir!
Is that even possible?
It shouldn't be, but there's no other explanation.
Hey, what are you talking about?
Stay out of it!
Simply put, my body can now withstand the swallowing of the Philosopher's Stone?
I can become the next Ulysses?
Yes.
All right!
Hold it!
You can probably only stay as Ulysses for three minutes, at most.
Your body will keep transmuting elixir, which will react with the Philosopher's Stone,
causing it to spiral out of control.
S-Spiral out of control?
What'll happen then?
I don't know.
This is an unprecedented situation, even for me.
You may die of madness after the stone takes over your mind,
or you may simply explode.
In any case, there can only be horrible consequences.
Damn it!
Explain it in a way that we can understand!
Xaintrailles! What's wrong?
Enemy attack!
No way! How could they be here this quick?!
How should I know?
Take this!
So heavy!
Your tiny sword won't be of any use!
Let's head out!
Don't let them enter the town!
These guys will burn down the village without a second thought!
If you can't wield a sword, then maybe you can use black magic...
I told you already! I'm an alchemist!
Astaroth...
What is it?
How about I pass the elixir to La Hire, mouth-to-mouth?
Then I'll let her swallow the Philosopher's Stone.
I'm sure she'll be able to win—
No!
She's practically a bandit.
If she obtains powers beyond her abilities, things would only get worse!
You can't even see that?
But...
Absolutely not! I forbid it. End of discussion!
Lord, please protect everyone.
We must find a new safe haven!
What are you doing?
You'll be killed if you don't run!
But Jeanne is...
We must not abandon Jeanne!
Yeah!
Stop it!
Let's work together to protect Jeanne's village!
Yeah!
This fairy tribe consists of half-assed spiritual beings
that couldn't make it to heaven or hell.
Exterminate on sight.
Charge!
Yeah!
Little fairies?
You still don't get it?
Did you drool out your wisdom along with elixir?
What are you trying to say?
See? There it is again!
What about you? You have a small body, so you have a small brain.
That's why you can't come up with a solution!
That's an insult!
But it's true?
H-Human...
Don't burn down Jeanne's village...
Don't dress like a human, you vermin!
Little fairy?!
Why would you kill innocent fairies?
Why?
I mean, you're such a...
Hey, where's Jeanne?
Let's make this quick. We've wasted enough time.
Here we go.
Damn it! Are you okay?
Hang in there!
The ribbon...
Don't move!
But the ribbon...
Hold on.
It's my sister's ribbon.
Last year, the English troops pillaged us, looking for food.
My little sister was killed during the attack...
I'll become your little sister!
So cheer up!
I wanted to become a princess knight.
But they say only nobles can become knights.
So... I was trying to end the war with rituals...
If only... I had the power to...
If one becomes something more than human,
one will be banished from the Church as a heretic.
Immortality means running away for eternity
and living alone for eternity.
If you wish to live,
I will grant you power.
Huh?
Don't tell me...
Yeah, if we let her swallow the Philosopher's Stone,
she should be able to assimilate the stone's powers and regenerate her flesh.
It's too late!
If we insert the Philosopher's Stone directly into her wound...
Is that the power?
Yeah.
But, Jeanne, if you obtain this power, you will no longer be human.
You won't be able to stay in this village.
Then where should I go?
Am I going to be all alone?
No, I'll protect you.
From now, until the time you die,
I'll never let you be alone.
You're a fool beyond belief.
Will this work?
Could a child assimilate half of the Philosopher's Stone?
I don't know!
No one has ever tried this before!
It tastes sweet, Montmorency.
It's sweet and hot.
Yeah, it feels like my body is about to burn up.
It hurts!
Endure it, Jeanne!
I can't stand it! It hurts!
It hurts!
I can't...
Almost there!
Hang on!
It hurts!
Mom... Mom!
Live through this, Jeanne!
Hey, give me a baiser before we die.
Sorry, but that's a no.
Are you ready to die?
You're the ones who need to be ready.
Who's there?!
Jeanne?
You're the girl from earlier.
You don't even have a weapon.
How can you fight mercenary soldiers?
Huh? That's mine!
This is the power of Philosopher's Stone?
It feels like power is welling up from inside of my body!
You'd better fear me.
Beg and cry for mercy!
Jeanne... What happened to her?
This is not even a sword fight.
Yeah, the vermin pillaging the village...
...are to be exterminated on sight!
She's a monster!
Retreat!
Wait!
Enough! You've done enough, Jeanne!
Hey, what happened to Jeanne?
That's what I want to know!
She turned into an evil soldier!
That's not the Jeanne I know!
It's the effect of the Philosopher's Stone.
While the stone grants power, it also intensifies emotions.
Don't worry. Human beings cannot stay as Ulysses for long.
Jeanne is a child,
and she assimilated only half of the Philosopher's Stone, so before long...
You, milk cow!
Milk cow?
Fight me!
Killing small fry can't satisfy me, no matter how many I defeat.
I have to fight someone at least as strong as you...
Jeanne!
Enough of this already—
Wait!
You'll get yourself killed.
There's one more reason to fight.
Those huge breasts of yours are an eyesore!
Stay back.
You were safe?
Jeanne?
Th-That's...
The devil!
Head.
Aim for the head.
If my brain is destroyed, even Ulysses won't be able to survive.
I have to kill her, or I'll be killed!
I knew from the start that you would aim for the head.
Then it's easy to block it!
At least it's a cute girl who kills me.
That's the only consolation for me.
It ran out of time, huh?
Jeanne can only function as a Ulysses for three minutes.
The power granted is "acceleration."
Emotion intensified is... "arrogance."
Mayor, when my parents return,
please explain it to them.
How should I explain it to them?!
Your daughter became a heretical demon?!
Looks like the utopia for eternity just got one step further.
Montmorency...
What do you intend to do now?
She can never return here.
Not only that, she'll be hunted down by the inquisition.
It's the opposite.
Jeanne will become a saint, starting today.
A saint?
What do you mean by that?
Jeanne.
Let's go.
Yeah!
To Be Continued
#3 To the Scheming Palace
Just as there are many types of faces and hairstyles,
boobs have just as much individuality.
Jeanne is a dish-type.
Richemont is now a cone-type.
Princess Charlotte's has grown into a bell-type!
Episode 3: "To the Scheming Palace."
What type are you?
Surprisingly useful French lesson
Use it when praying that your breasts will grow bigger!
I pray that my breasts will grow bigger!