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

You realize that the man before you is closely connected to the Holy Grail.

[The figure that Joan of Arc mistook for someone else was probably also a representation of him in some way.]

"who are you?"

Ian looked at the man in front of him, his eyes filled with fear.

He could clearly sense that, in this state, he was no match for the man.

"Hahahahaha!"

The man wearing the tall hat burst into laughter.

"According to the plan, I shouldn't have told your name to a piece of trash like you."

"but--"

"It's admirable that you still dared to ask me questions under these circumstances."

"I'll give you a small reward!"

The man raised his hands high, his eyes wide, looking rather crazed.

"Rafe Lenore Floros!"

"This is the last name you will ever hear in this world!"

After saying this, the man who called himself Rafe stared at the immobilized Joan of Arc.

He clenched his fist slightly, and she slowly lifted off the ground and into the air.

The blonde girl clutched her neck and swung her legs back and forth, looking quite uncomfortable.

"Brother...save me..."

Joan of Arc instinctively turned to her brother for help.

"Let go of my sister!"

Ian roared—but his voice was immediately drowned out by the rain.

"Don't worry."

Rafe's expression was somewhat contemptuous.

"I'm not an unreasonable person."

"I will reunite you."

"but--"

"It happened after he died."

You realize that going out with Joan of Arc was a huge mistake.

You witnessed something this man didn't want anyone else to know.

He intends to kill Joan of Arc first, and then you.

No!

Absolutely not!

I promised my father that I would protect my younger sister!

We can't let her die!

Ian's mind went blank.

The only thing he remembers is protecting his younger sister.

The next moment, flames erupted from his throat.

[Your inexhaustible rage has been unleashed: once again, you have unleashed a powerful torrent of flames.]

This time, however, the man was not burned like the Burgundians before him.

His strength should not be underestimated.

Rafe dodged to the side, avoiding the surging flames.

Joan of Arc fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

However, the man seemed to have lost interest in her.

He turned around and looked with interest at Ian, who was panting heavily.

"Ha, that's really unexpected."

"In this era... do dragons still exist?"

193. The Boy Turns into a Dragon / Joan of Arc's Thank-You Kiss / An Angel in Her Eyes (4k)

You've lost all your reason.

You have absolutely no intention of understanding what this man named Rafe is talking about.

At this moment, you have only one thought in your mind.

That is to burn the person who harmed Joan of Arc to ashes.

[Your boundless rage has been unleashed; once again, you have unleashed a torrent of fierce flames.]

The flames spun like a spiral, spewing forward and evaporating everything they touched.

It was a cold night with rain, but the ground felt as if it were being baked by the sun.

"So irritable... Are all dragons like this?"

Rafe spoke with a hint of mockery—he seemed completely unafraid of the flames hurtling towards him.

"pity--"

"This level of flame is still far too weak!"

With a slight wave of his hand, the man in the top hat snapped the incoming flames in two.

Throughout the entire process, he appeared completely at ease, as if he were dealing with nothing more than a few small sparks.

"This can't be called a dragon."

Rafe looked at the boy in front of him with a horrified smile.

"Let me see your even more ferocious side—!"

As he said this, the man raised his foot again and stomped hard on Joan of Arc's leg.

The blonde girl immediately screamed in pain.

The mournful cry stimulated Ian's nerves, causing the blood in his body to boil violently.

puff-

puff-

The boy felt his heart pounding wildly.

power.

I want power.

I want the power to burn this guy in front of me to ashes!

With this in mind, the dragon-shaped pendant around the boy's neck began to emit a black light, which then enveloped his entire body.

It seemed to be responding to Ian's angry prayers in this way.

[The Dragon Pendant has activated: The light emanating from the pendant surrounds you, but you are unaware of it.]

[Your consciousness is now dominated by only anger.]

Every cell in your body is telling you—you must kill this man before you to protect your sister, Joan of Arc.

This anger seems to grant you immense power.

But you didn't realize that along with it came drastic changes to your body.

On a rainy night.

A colossal dragon stood amidst the lightning and thunder.

It was entirely black, with strong limbs and a sturdy tail pressing down on the ground beneath it.

Its broad, thick wings flapped a fierce wind, as if to blow everything in their path away.

Rafe held his hat down, looking very happy.

"now it's right."

"This is who you really are."

"Now--"

"Let me see just how strong you are when you reveal your true form."

After saying that, Rafe stomped hard on the blonde girl's leg again.

Painful screams echoed in the rainy night air, making everything feel suffocating and cold.

"Roar--!!"

The dragon roared and then swooped down, trying to seize the person who had bullied Joan of Arc.

But Rafe wasn't afraid of such attacks at all.

With a light leap, he arrived in mid-air.

“What an unexpected bonus.”

"Even in this kind of time, there are still dragons like this."

Should we treat you as a miracle, or as a deformity?

Although the first attack failed to capture the man, the dragon did not give up. It flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

The fiery flames of fury spewed forth again and again from the dragon's mouth, which was full of sharp teeth.