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

The one who said this was none other than Ian, who had just been pushed away.

He had already gotten up from the ground.

Needless to say, this is the attack he launched.

The big man was furious.

He's just a kid, how dare he challenge me?

"You bastard, are you looking for death?!"

He swung his fist, intending to beat this arrogant brat to death.

But the next moment, the big man realized that he would never be able to do such a thing again.

because--

His hand was burned off by the flames.

[Your inexhaustible rage has been unleashed: You have unleashed an extremely terrifying torrent of flames.]

You burned the big man's raised hand completely.

He let out a scream.

You turned the tide in an instant.

The burly men who had been bullying you and Joan of Arc began to scatter in all directions.

Some people have shot arrows imbued with magic at you.

But all of this was to no avail—your flames seemed far more powerful than theirs.

[Burn, completely consumed.]

Your flames will burn every Burgundian present to ashes.

You dealt with them in an extremely simple and brutal way.

call--

call--

Ian gasped for breath.

To be honest, he had no idea why he was spewing out such terrifying flames.

Just moments ago, all I was thinking was "I absolutely cannot let anyone else hurt Joan of Arc," but by the time I came to my senses, this was the scene before me.

Although, in terms of the outcome, it was indeed a rather perfect solution.

but--

Wouldn't that scare Joan of Arc?

Ian looked at his sister with some concern and found that she was looking at him too.

"..."

"..."

Wow!

Joan of Arc burst into tears.

Hearing that voice, Ian's heart broke.

He hugged her, gently stroking her back to comfort his younger sister.

"never mind."

"My brother has taken care of everything."

"No one can hurt my Jeanne."

They are both eight-year-old children, but their behavior at this moment is completely different.

You comforted Joan of Arc for a long time.

She finally regained her composure.

Joan of Arc picked up the hem of Ian's garment and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Her body was still trembling, and she looked like she was still in shock.

"Brother... are those Burgundians?"

“Yes,” Ian nodded. “Now you know why I didn’t let you out, right?”

"sorry!"

Joan of Arc apologized very sincerely.

"I should have realized this sooner!"

Ian sighed.

"Forget it, it's too late to say anything more now."

"..."

Joan of Arc raised her head and looked cautiously at her brother.

"That--"

"Can I ask my brother a question?"

Although he had a pretty good idea of ​​what Joan of Arc was going to ask, Ian nodded nonetheless.

"what is the problem?"

Why can my brother breathe fire?

"..."

Ian remained silent for a while before answering:

"Do you find it scary?"

"If that's the case... I'll try to stay away from you in the future, so you won't be scared."

"Never!"

Jeanne grabbed Ian's hand.

"I know my brother used those flames to protect me."

"I...don't find it scary at all!"

“Really?” Ian patted Joan’s head. “That’s wonderful.”

"I thought Jeanne would be scared."

"but--"

"If you ask how I did it... I don't actually know."

"Oh, that's how it is!"

Joan of Arc smiled brightly, having no doubt about Ian's words.

"Then let's ask Father when we get back! He'll definitely know what happened!"

"...Aren't you afraid our father will scold us?"

"It's okay! My brother will take full responsibility, right?"

"...You guy."

Ian looked at his sister, feeling somewhat helpless.

191. Joan of Arc's Dependence on Her Brother / Dragon Pendant / Family Tragedy (4k)

You and Joan of Arc returned to the manor.

Father is very angry that you sneaked out.

He didn't give you any chance to explain.

He picked up a leather whip, ready to teach you a lesson for being a brother who had indulged his adopted sister.

Snapped--!

Snapped--!

Snapped--!

The whip lashed Ian repeatedly, making a crisp, loud sound.

Knowing he was in the wrong, the boy didn't say a word, but gritted his teeth and silently endured the beatings from his father.

Even though just moments before, he had used his fire to burn a group of Burgundians to ashes.

but--

While Ian could tolerate it, Joan of Arc could not.

She knew she was the real culprit.

She thought her father would only give her a few simple words of advice, but she never expected him to actually hit her.

Joan of Arc knelt before her father and pleaded.

"Don't fight again!"

"If this continues, my brother will be beaten to death!"

"..."

As her most beloved daughter, Joan of Arc's words were very effective with her father.

The middle-aged man who was furiously whipping you a moment ago gradually calmed down because of his daughter's words.

He sat down in the chair, panting heavily.

Joan of Arc then took this opportunity to lead you away from the room.