Existence in Paradoxical Changes

Chapter Five: Seeing the Radiant Jeanne D'Arc in a New Light

As the days trudged on, the persistent voice in Jared's mind was relentless, gnawing at his thoughts with every opportunity it found. "Engaging with a woman is strictly prohibited," it droned on, a nagging echo that reminded him of the man who had once inhabited this body—a father burdened with the responsibilities of twelve children. Each taunt felt like a stab, each reminder a tightening grip around his hopes and aspirations. "You'll only defile Jeanne with your impure desires." The words twisted within him, wrapping around his heart like an iron chain, threatening to drag him down into despair.

But everything changed the day they encountered a bandit group. It was a night that began like any other but soon unfolded into chaos. Jared and Anne had prepared for battle, but instead of relying on weapons, they offered understanding. The defeated bandit, a man once proud and strong, now hobbled toward him, torn and ragged but filled with a flicker of desperation.

"Please, good sir!" he called out, his voice cracking under the weight of despair. "It's not riches we seek, but food. We're starving—my family is starving."

Jared's heart tugged painfully at the sight of this man in need. Emotions surged within him, a mixture of empathy and resolve igniting a spark. Despite the shadows of his past haunting his mind, he saw an opportunity to make a difference. "Food isn't just thrown at your feet; it's crafted and nurtured," he began, his voice steadying as he reached into his inventory and pulled out a small, weathered manual. The pages were crammed with the knowledge of agricultural practices—methods he'd learned in another life—the three-field system, crop rotation, and techniques for selective breeding.

"Here," he said, extending the manual to the bandit, "this can help you cultivate your land and yield better crops." His sincerity filled the air, and he believed, with unshakable conviction, that this man could build a sustainable future for his family and those around him.

The bandit's eyes widened as he accepted the book, disbelief mingling with gratitude. "You would share this?" His voice trembled. "You don't even know me..."

"Maybe not," Jared replied, "but I know what it's like to stare into the abyss of hunger. Trust in this knowledge, and help will follow." As the bandit turned to gather his comrades, relief bloomed on their weary faces, and gratitude washed over Jared in waves. He felt a surge of purpose; knowledge could indeed breed hope, paving a new path forward.

Returning his attention to Anne, a sudden thought flitted into his mind. From his inventory, he drew a strawberry cake—an almost whimsical treat meant to lighten the burden of their journey. With a flourish, he held it toward her, unable to suppress his grin. "Behold, a strawberry cake!" he declared, the playful tone brightening his heart as joy briefly countered his earlier doubts.

But the voice in his mind piped up again, dripping with disdain. "Look at you, Mr. Simp! Giving food to girls like you're some kind of chivalrous knight. What's next? Flowers?"

Jared grimaced but fought to maintain his smile as he presented the cake. "Nonsense! Everyone deserves a reward, especially after a day of helping others. Here, Anne. Enjoy!"

Anne's eyes sparkled as she accepted the cake, a laugh bubbling on her lips. "Thank you, Jared! This looks delightful!"

They shared the cake, laughter echoing around them, momentarily lifting the heaviness of their surroundings. The sweetness of strawberries and cream became a balm, but it was the companionship that truly nourished them. A flicker of warmth ignited in Jared's chest—a reminder of the simple joys that endured amidst their chaotic journey.

As the sky began to darken, they pressed onward toward the outskirts of Compiègne, the castle looming ahead—a majestic structure of stone and strength that inspired awe and anxiety alike. The vibrant banners fluttering in the wind felt alive, a vivid reminder of the history they were about to step into. Each step grew heavier with anticipation; this was more than just a destination—it was a convergence of fates.