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

"..."

"Why aren't you answering me?" Joan of Arc moved a little closer to Ian.

"Oh...does that mean you dislike me?"

No, that's not true.

Ian stared directly at his sister who was approaching him.

"Even if Jeanne really becomes a country girl... I definitely won't hate her."

"That's fine then~"

Joan of Arc pressed the grilled fish into Ian's hand.

"Since my brother doesn't mind me turning into a country girl... then it doesn't matter if I don't read books, right?"

"Anyway, if all else fails—"

"I'll have my brother take care of me!"

"What kind of idea is that...?"

Just as you were about to criticize Joan of Arc's views, you heard the sound of horses' hooves.

You look in the direction from which the sound is coming.

You saw a group of people on horseback approaching from a distance.

Their faces are completely unfamiliar to you—they are not from the village.

You realize they are Burgundians from the nearby area.

Realizing what was happening, you wanted to take Joan of Arc and leave immediately.

But it was too late.

"stop!"

The Burgundian on horseback saw the two fleeing men and immediately shouted.

Was discovered.

Ian had no choice but to stop for the time being.

He turned around, shielding Joan of Arc behind him, and looked expressionlessly at the Burgundians before him.

"You two."

The Burgundian looked at the two children before him and shouted in a rather contemptuous tone:

"Where did you come from?"

Joan of Arc had never encountered anything like this before, and she was terrified.

The hand gripping Ian's clothes was trembling—at this moment, she finally understood why her brother had always been unwilling to take her out to catch fish.

Burgundians are terrifying!

You are only fifteen minutes older than Joan of Arc.

The things she's afraid of, you're naturally afraid of too.

However, you know you absolutely cannot show your inner fear.

Because behind you is your younger sister, Joan of Arc, whom you must protect.

With a significant numerical disadvantage, it's crucial not to provoke the other side.

Ian was so calm, unlike an eight-year-old.

"We are from the village of Dongremi."

"My sister wanted to eat fish... so I brought her out to catch some."

"It seems we've disturbed your enjoyment. We'll disappear now."

Naturally, Ian wanted to take Joan away again.

Huh.

An arrow flew over.

It swept past Ian and Joan and landed on the ground in front of them.

A blue ripple spread across the ground.

Those are the traces of the magic taking effect.

"You two, stop right there!"

The leading Burgundian man drew his bow and said this.

"If you run again, I'm going to shoot you."

"..."

no way

Ian had no choice but to turn back once more, protecting Joan of Arc as they faced the Burgundians.

This submissive attitude seemed to suit these people's tastes.

They put away their bows and arrows, then continued to ask with disdain:

"Kid, you just said you and your sister came from that village called Dongremi, right?"

"Yes."

“That—” The burly man in the lead revealed a greedy expression.

"So where is it located approximately?"

"..."

You realize that the Burgundians before you are unaware of the existence of the village of Domrémy.

You know perfectly well that you absolutely cannot bring these wolves back—it would be a disaster.

You've decided to lie.

But you forgot that Joan of Arc stood behind you.

"there."

Ian pointed in a direction.

That was the road that led directly into the village.

If you really take that road, you probably won't ever reach Dom Remy village in your entire life.

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc looked surprised—she knew that wasn't the way back to the village at all.

But she quickly realized that her brother was doing it on purpose, so she immediately covered her mouth.

But it was too late.

These Burgundians were clearly in a hurry to find a village, so they wouldn't miss any useful information.

Joan of Arc's reaction was observed by them.

The burly men jumped off their horses and walked toward the two children.

"Where exactly is it?!"

They yelled at the two children.

"Tell me right now!"

Joan of Arc was terrified.

She shrank back behind Ian, unable to utter a single word.

The boy, however, maintained his previous statement.

"there."

"Just go that way."

The Burgundians no longer believe you.

After all, compared to Joan of Arc, you, who are about the same age but far too calm, are simply as untrustworthy as Pinocchio.

They shoved you away from Joan of Arc and then questioned the little girl.

"Where exactly is it?!"

The Burgundian leader roared, seemingly no longer intending to conceal his true nature.

Even though the girl in front of him was only eight years old.

Joan of Arc, who was usually pampered by her brother, had never encountered anything like this before.

She was so frightened that she fell to the ground, frantically grabbing at everything around her and shaking her head repeatedly.

"I have no idea!"

"I really do not know!"

But the Burgundians wouldn't let go of targets they had already identified as problematic.

"You little brat, you won't talk, huh!"

"Looks like you won't know what honesty is until I give you a few punches."

The burly man leading the group raised his fist.

But just as he was about to beat Joan of Arc up, he suddenly heard a dull thud on the back of his head.

He instinctively reached out and touched it, only to see a large patch of bright red.

It's blood—

Just as the big man realized he had been hit by a rock, he heard a roar.

Get out of my sister's sight!