Not Jeanne, I am Joan of Arc! Gil x M! Reader

Slave Traders and the Conflict at Ishtar's Gate

Notice: This chapter consists of the descriptions of slaves and slave traders. (And brief descriptions of slaves beaten up. No detail description) For people who don't want to read this chapter, there will be a brief summary of this chapter in the next chapter I am working on. 

Unfortunately for Joan, the travelers weren't particularly friendly. No, they were completely hostile. Scars ran from every inch of their faces and cunning smiles made its ways on their features. Standing in front of the male were five bulky men, more coming from behind the sand dunes. Following them were women, men, and children with their hands cuffed up. The iron handcuffs all led to a single silver chain, secured on a fancy chariot. "Well well... What do we have here?" A man residing on the chariot walked down. He stood out amongst the other men for his elegant and royal dressing. "Boss, there's a kid. You want us to capture him?" A guard said to the man. "No, let me see if I shall perhaps do the work." The leader walked closer and closer to Joan in small steps. 

Alarmed, the saint jumped back immediately, "What do you want!?" He was sharp because people with children, men, and women as held as captives (that was what he thought) should not be trusted. "Calm down..." The man responded in an unusually soft tone after glancing at Joan's equipment. "You must be tired, child. We are heading to Uruk right now. Might you join us?" Staring directly into the other's eye, the smaller male felt the disgustingly sweet tone slowly drifting into his mind. It made him tired and drunk. The eyes of the other man were gleaming pink. Joan's pupil dimmed while his head lowered. "See for yourself! I got the job done with no harm done to our new slave. This one might serve the king quite well actually." Slightly flipping his hair, the slave trader walked away gloriously and followed him were all the other slave traders."Indeed boss Atuv! Boss Atuv's great magic has done us all good!" Cheers erupted all throughout the group of guards and other slave traders. "What are you waiting for!!! Get in with the rest!!" One of the guards pushed Joan forcefully to go with the other slaves, which all held pity on their faces. They continued on their journey to Uruk. 

For another 4 hours, the slaves were baked under the ferocious sun. They panted for water, only to receive beatings and batterings from three guards. The slaves carried on and stepped through the desert. For each resting area, they received a mouthful of unclean water. It wasn't until about 2 more hours until Ishtar's gate was finally within sight. A blue magnificent gate, connected to the outer walls of Uruk. Truly amazing, those walls have survived through all kinds of devastating disasters, but still withstood to protect Uruk. 

With only a few more miles left until they could finally enter Uruk, a female slave looked like she was about to faint. Joan was not surprised, even as a servant, traveling in the desert made him feel very dejected. Many of the slaves had begged for the poor woman to be treated but were cruelly rejected. Another hour painfully walked across and they reached the gate to Uruk.  Soldiers stood in single file lines in front of Ishtar's Gate. Water flowed beneath the pathway to the gate and the dock resided on both sides of the pathway. Merchants were bargaining while others were welcoming travelers from far. 

"Mommy, we're here, just hold on for a few more minutes." The son of the female spoke to his mother in worry. Seeing his dear mother wasn't responding, the son turned away and continued to move his feet in silence but the footsteps that accompanied him had stopped. A distressed grunt could be heard. The female with tattered clothes had fallen down onto the pavement harshly, now unconscious. "Mommy? Mommy!? Wake up, mommy!" "What do you think you're doing woman!? Get up, get up right now!!!" The slave trader had started kicking the poor woman until her head started bleeding. People were gathering to watch. "Stop it! Stop!! Don't kick my mommy, she's bleeding! STOP IT!!" The child started wailing and using his small fists to hit Atuv, the slave trader. He only gained a forceful kick on the face in return. Blood leaked from his nose. 

"King Gilgamesh will punish you for mistreating your slaves in such a way." An adult slave shouted, attempting to revolt.  "King Gilgamesh? Oh please, how would someone as great as him care about you petty little insects? You guys are not even citizens of Uruk. You are slaves! The lowest rank of humans! You don't have to exist, no one ever gave you a purpose or permission to live. " This had shut the adult slave for his wife started weeping.  Joan, feeling his mana connection with the holy grail had returned, leaped over and punched the man square in the face. "It is because of people like you exist, the world is so corrupted." He said in a furious tone. The saint was mad, so mad he almost couldn't control himself to give Atuv another punch, this time with his servant strength. He picked up the injured boy and went on with treating the woman as well.  Raising his flag compassionately above, the saint gave his prayers. 

"This is the work of our great Lord." 

"Hear my plead, my flag." 

"Defend my brethren, heal my comrades."

[我が神はここにありて] 

[Luminosité Eternelle: God is Here With Me]

The blood and bruise of the woman and the child disappeared under the holy light engulfing them. They opened their eyes to see Joan. "T-thank you!" The mother and her son gave their gratitude. 

  "H-How did you get out? MM-M-My mystic eyes should have locked y-your ability t-to think!"  Atuv had a huge bruise around his eye and his teeth were disorganized.  "Oh, I just happened to have rank EX magic resistance. But you seriously thought I was actually hypnotized? I thought that was some joke you planned out." He glared at Atuv intensely. 

"Guards!" Under the single command of the leading slave trader, his personal guards along with soldiers started acting up. Joan hushed the child and guided them away from the mess and towards the gates. 

"Dear slave trader, you must be so undeveloped, you think soldiers can defeat me?  " Joan gave a warm smile, contrasting to what his actions expressed. He raised the sharp spear ending of his battle flag. One by one, the guards attacked. Joan lifted himself between two of the men and swung his flag pole, successfully knocking out both. He jumped to another guard, bringing his flag down, directly into the face. Seeing more soldiers were crowding up, the boy raised his flag and brought it down to the ground. Rotational force started gathering into a circle of wind and spread at an unbelievable speed; soon surpassing the soldier's strength and blew them off their balance. 

However, something made Joan stop. He heard a soft voice from behind

"If soldiers can't defeat you, what about me?" 

Author's Note:

Okay....... That was... Short 

Welp, can't be helped since the Author is a lazy person after all. Don't forget to leave a vote and comment on what you thought of the chapter people... Or suggestions, or requests. 

Does anyone know who's this sassy person from behind Joan? I'm sure y'all can pretty much all guess it.