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

The father's brow slowly relaxed, as if he had received the answer he wanted.

"That's great."

"So it seems you'll support Jeanne doing this in the future."

"correct."

The father rummaged through the cabinet next to him and took out an exquisite box.

He opened the box and took out a pendant.

It was a very exquisitely crafted pendant, carved into the shape of a dragon's head.

"Pierre, this is for you."

"This……"

Ian stared at the pendant, momentarily at a loss for words.

His intuition told him that this thing was very valuable.

"Father, why are you giving me something like this? Wouldn't it be safer with you?"

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"This was originally yours; I'm just returning it to you."

"My stuff?"

"Yes." The father nodded. "It was left to you by your mother."

"So Pierre, you should take it."

"besides--"

"I'm sorry for what happened before. I shouldn't have whipped you."

"Cough...cough, you can hate me all you want, but please don't take it out on Jeanne. You must take good care of her."

Getting a man to admit his mistake is no easy task.

In particular, he apologized to his own son.

"..."

Ian took the pendant, put it around his neck, and then said very seriously.

“I have never resented my father—I know you are just as worried about Jeanne as I am.”

"Your illness will definitely get better."

As for Jeanne—

“Even if you don’t say it, I will definitely take good care of her as an older brother.”

[The Dragon Pendant has been obtained: You received a dragon head pendant from your father, which seems to contain some kind of power.]

You did not tell your father what happened by the river that day.

Because you believe that this kind of thing could very well worsen his condition.

However, your filial piety has not been effective.

Shortly after giving you the pendant, his condition rapidly deteriorated.

He passed away less than a year later.

It was raining the day my father was buried.

Joan of Arc watched the black coffin pass by her and then witnessed it being placed into the pit that had been prepared in advance.

Her eyes were vacant, and she looked like a soulless doll.

Sections of loess were filled into the pit, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

"elder brother……"

Joan of Arc looked at the now smooth ground and felt utterly dejected.

"Will I never see my father again?"

"..."

Ian did not respond to Joan, but simply bent down and silently embraced her.

In an instant.

Tears mingled with rain, silently announcing the departure of loved ones.

Ian made a vow in his heart.

You must protect your adopted sister Joan of Arc with all your might.

The passing of your father has had a significant impact on your lives.

The most obvious change is the visible decline in compensation.

After all, you were the children of village officials before, but you don't have that status anymore.

The villagers will no longer try to please you.

Those who had fallen out with the father also began to use underhanded tactics.

You often encounter all sorts of difficulties and obstacles.

You realize that this can't go on—Joan of Arc will inevitably meet with disaster sooner or later.

You decide to disguise yourself as a fierce and menacing person.

Pierre has changed.

This is something that everyone in the entire village of Dongremi is talking about.

A child under ten years old would always carry a machete with several blunt edges strapped to his waist.

In addition, he had several scars on his arms, making him look like a thug.

No one could possibly connect him with Joan of Arc, who prayed devoutly in the church every day, as sworn siblings.

but--

This is just an outsider's opinion.

Joan of Arc, who was walking home hand in hand with her brother, knew the truth perfectly well.

He blunted the blade himself, so that it would look like it had been used many times.

The scars on his arms were also self-inflicted; he was in so much pain at the time that he was grimacing.

Joan of Arc witnessed all of this.

She knew that her brother's actions were all to protect her.

"elder brother."

"Ok?"

"Thank you for doing all this to protect me, I love you the most!"

"..."

"What are you saying... This is what I should do."

[Showing a sharp sword is often the most effective way to deter others.]

After you portray yourself as a fierce and menacing person, fewer people will come looking for trouble.

After all, everyone knows that young people are the most reckless when they act—nobody wants to get into that kind of trouble.

But your lives did not return to their previous level as a result.

You and Joan of Arc have moved out of the original residence.

You and she moved into an inconspicuous little wooden house in the village.

However, neither you nor Joan of Arc had any complaints about this.

After all, surviving under these circumstances is already quite an achievement.

[You have lived in this environment, maintained by your ruthlessness, for several years.]

Joan of Arc has blossomed into a beautiful young woman, while you continue to play the role of a rogue.

Meanwhile, the situation outside is still deteriorating.

Northern France has fallen further.

The village of Domrémy, where you and Joan of Arc were located, has been completely captured by the Burgundians and has become enemy territory.

Your lives have become even more difficult.

But you can't change anything—after all, you're just an ordinary pair of adopted siblings.

【until--】

[That day will come.]

Boom!

A ray of light pierced through the dark clouds.

It's thundering.

A light drizzle fell on the roads of Don Remy village.

A chill swept over him, causing Ian to instinctively hug his blanket tighter.

"It's so cold on this ground."

The cabin only has one bed.

As his sworn brother, he naturally had to give up his bed to his sworn sister, Joan of Arc.

Not cold!

I'm not cold at all!

Just as Ian was hypnotizing himself, he heard the voice of his stepsister.