In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

Besides... this is no longer a matter of a secret affair, is it?

"I hope you'll keep your word, Mash."

"correct--"

The mischievous child's gaze fell on Mash's shield.

"By the way, your shield looks familiar. I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

"Really... I don't actually know its name yet."

"Huh?! You didn't know?"

The storm passed just like that because of Mashu's honesty.

Mordred tacitly approved of her relationship with her father—although she occasionally wondered if it meant she had found herself a stepmother.

never mind!

I don't want to think about it anymore!

Time flies, and soon it was time to set off.

According to the plan, Chaldea will send a four-person team to one of the seven singularities discovered after the Earth was re-scanned.

They are:

Fujimaru Ritsuka and her Servant Mash Kyrielight;

Ian Pendragon and his follower Mordred.

There was no lively farewell, only silent gazes.

This is a journey where life and death are uncertain; no one can say for sure whether they will return.

In the silence, the four entered the repaired spirit transfer basket.

This is a tragic undertaking to retrieve the Holy Grail, correct the singularities, and thus repair pan-human history.

but--

The instant he fully entered the basket, Ian heard a familiar but long-lost voice in his ear.

[Simulation in progress - Cooling complete.]

[Environmental composition verification in progress - Verification complete.]

[This simulation is a normal historical simulation; please take note.]

Destination confirmed.

[Donrémy, Lorraine, France]

The Unyielding Saintess Forged by Falsehoods

190. My adopted sister is Joan of Arc.

Furthermore, based on the current situation, we will provide the capabilities required for actual scenarios as much as possible after this simulation concludes.

[Real-world memories have been stored.]

Try your best to guide history in the direction you deem reasonable!

[Initial talent selection in progress.]

[Endless Fury: You possess a hidden ability to wield fire, capable of incinerating your target in an instant, but you do not know how to utilize it.]

You were born in Domrémy, a village in Lorraine, France, during the Hundred Years' War between England and France.

This era seems to have been subtly influenced by something, without your noticing.

Your father was a local village official; though disheartened, he did not remarry.

You have a sister named Joan of Arc—though she was only born fifteen minutes after you.

When you were eight years old, a tragedy occurred.

Duke Philip III of Burgundy chose to ally with England, leading to the fall of vast swathes of northern France.

The village of Domrémy, where you live, is surrounded by Burgundian territory, making it a target of constant and arbitrary bullying.

Your situation is extremely dangerous; you could be robbed at any moment.

Inside a mansion somewhere in the village.

A little boy stood with his hands on his hips, speaking to the blonde, blue-eyed little girl in front of him in a commanding tone:

"Jeanne, you absolutely have to read today!"

"If this continues... you'll turn into a country bumpkin who can't read a single word!"

"But……"

Joan of Arc, who had been scolded, lowered her head, put her hands behind her back, and gently drew circles on the ground with her toes.

"Brother Pierre, I can't concentrate on my book right now."

"Those books are so boring... I feel sleepy after glancing at them for a while!"

"That's because all you can think about is going out and having fun!"

Ian immediately saw through Joan's little scheme.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're still holding a slingshot, aren't you?"

"They've been discovered!"

Joan of Arc looked up, her face showing surprise.

"How did you know?"

“Because I’m your brother.” Ian glared at Joan, annoyed. “Do you think I wouldn’t know what you’re thinking?”

"Hurry up and read your book, or your father will criticize you again when he finds out."

"I don't want to watch anymore!"

Joan of Arc turned her face away and pouted.

"My brother used to take me fishing around this time of year, right?"

"But now we're forced to stay here and read... I protest!"

Upon hearing Joan of Arc's blunt words, Ian's expression turned somewhat somber.

Although he was born only fifteen minutes earlier, he was already a head taller than Joan of Arc. He reached out and gently stroked his sister's soft blonde hair.

"No, Jeanne."

“There are Burgundians everywhere around the village now. If you go out casually, you might run into them... That would cause a lot of trouble for Father.”

"But I just want to go fishing with my brother!"

"..."

As the eldest son in the family, you love your younger sister very much.

You always find a way to meet her requests.

You're starting to waver.

Joan of Arc was aware of this.

She decided to press her advantage.

"Brother Pierre~"

Jeanne grabbed Ian's hands and started to act coquettishly.

"Just take me out once!"

"I promise I'll study hard when I get back!"

"..."

[Although you know that Joan of Arc would never actually sit still and read books after she returns.]

But she had indeed been locked in that room for far too long.

You feel a little guilty.

You ultimately agreed to her request.

You sneaked out of the mansion.

You have come to a river outside the village.

This is a place you used to frequent before things changed.

There was a pop.

Ian plunged headfirst into the river.

As Joan of Arc expected, he caught enough fish for two people and then returned to shore.

With a splash, a bonfire was lit by the river.

Joan of Arc hummed a country tune as she happily grilled the fish.

Soon, a fragrant aroma wafted along the riverbank.

"Brother, here you go~"

Looking at the delicious-looking grilled fish handed to him by his sister, Ian's feelings were somewhat complicated.

"I'm telling you, Joan of Arc... if you studied this diligently, you'd definitely achieve something, wouldn't you?"

“If things continue like this, I’m really worried that you’ll end up as a country girl who can’t get married.”

Upon hearing this question, Joan of Arc suddenly countered with a question of her own.

"If I really become a country girl, will you hate me, brother?"