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

"Brother, are you still awake?!"

"What's wrong, Jeanne?"

Ian turned over and looked at the bed where Joan of Arc was.

There's something over there.

"Is there something?"

"Correct."

The blonde girl sat on her bed, looking out the window.

A bright light was reflected in her blue eyes.

"It looks...like an angel?"

192. An Angel Descends? / My Stepsister's Wish / The Man in the Rainy Night (4k)

"Angel……?"

Ian looked at his sister Joan with a hint of doubt.

As someone who doesn't believe in any religion, he understands what angels are, but he also knows perfectly well that such things don't actually exist.

After all, if angels really do exist—

With so many people praying to Him, He should have descended into this world long ago and driven all those despicable Burgundians and Englishmen out of this land.

Now Joan of Arc says she saw angels?

This is impossible no matter how you think about it.

"Jeanne, don't joke like that."

“I’m not joking.” Joan of Arc waved to Ian with a serious expression.

"Brother, you'll see once you come over!"

Although Joan of Arc is usually a bit mischievous, she is very well-behaved when she's with you.

You can tell she's not lying.

You went to the window beside the bed, as she had asked.

[This is something you specially arranged for Joan of Arc—so that on a clear day she can see the stars at a glance.]

You looked in the direction she was pointing and then witnessed an extremely shocking scene.

It's a beam of light.

A beam of light originating from the ground and rising upwards.

On this stormy night, it was so dazzling, so eye-catching.

However, Ian still doesn't quite understand one thing—how did Joan of Arc associate it with angels?

He asked directly:

"Joan of Arc... While this is certainly not a normal phenomenon, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with angels, does it?"

"Yes!"

Joan of Arc reached out anxiously and gently pushed Ian's head at a certain angle.

"Brother, look at it carefully one more time!"

There's a figure over there!

"what?"

Following Joan of Arc's words, Ian looked once again at the location of the pillar of light.

His pupils widened slightly.

Because he did indeed see the "angel" his sister had described.

It was a figure in the light.

and--

Or is it floating in the air?!

【How can this be? 】

You can't believe your eyes.

Even in an era where magic exists, this situation is still far too outrageous.

You realize that Joan of Arc mistook this figure for an angel.

"Brother, I want to see it!"

Joan of Arc, overwhelmed with excitement, immediately cried out.

"This is the Lord's response to me!"

"What kind of response is this?!" Ian exclaimed in frustration. "Besides, we can't even be sure what kind of angel it is!"

"And it's raining so hard outside—Joan of Arc, I won't let you go!"

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc immediately shook her head.

"no!"

“If I don’t go to see that angel now, the Lord will think I’m not sincere enough.”

"In that case—"

"I previously promised to have a child with my brother..."

Joan of Arc realized halfway through her sentence that she shouldn't have said it, and immediately changed her words.

"Brother, you said I can't be sure it's an angel."

"But you can't prove that it wasn't an angel, can you?"

"I must go see Him!"

"..."

You've always doted on your younger sister, Joan of Arc.

[And to be honest, you're also a little curious about what exactly is floating in the air.]

You haven't wavered.

“…Sigh.” Ian sighed.

"I understand."

"Since you insist on going, Jeanne—"

"Then I'll go with you."

"But let's make this clear first, if it's not some 'angel' you're talking about, we'll come back immediately."

"Hmm~!"

Joan of Arc smiled happily.

"let's go!"

To be fair, you do sometimes feel that you've been too indulgent towards Joan of Arc.

But you can't deny that seeing her smile is very important to you.

Although you might sometimes make some irrational choices because of this, you still feel it was all worth it.

Boom——!

Boom——!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, the crimson and white light seeming to shatter the endless darkness.

The cold wind and chilly rain mingled together, surging along every road in the village of Dom Remy.

The drizzling water soaked the land, forming patches of muddy, rotten soil.

In this weather, when one shouldn't be out at all, Ian was walking against the wind, carrying his younger sister on his back, step by step.

He didn't want her feet to get dirty because of the weather—she could suffer that herself.

"Brother, you're so kind~"

Joan of Arc, perched on Ian's back, held an umbrella in one hand and clung tightly to her brother's neck with the other.

Her breasts rubbed against his back little by little because of this movement, creating a rather unpleasant, tingling sensation.

Ian took a deep breath and then said as calmly as possible:

"Jeanne, don't make such big movements."

"You... are not young anymore."

"Ok?"

Joan of Arc might have seemed somewhat slow-witted in other matters.

But she has an exceptional talent for analyzing her brother's behavior.

The blonde girl quickly realized that it was the rubbing of her chest that had prompted her brother to issue such a "warning".

Her lips curled up slightly, and her actions not only didn't stop, but became even more excessive than before.

After her chest was slightly compressed and deformed by her brother's back, she asked:

"Brother...do you dislike girls' breasts?"

"Of course not, I'm a man after all."

"That--"

Joan of Arc leaned close to Ian's ear and gently blew a breath.

"My brother shouldn't dislike my breasts, right?"