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

The purpose of each flame was to kill the man.

however--

Although the dragon's attacks looked fierce, it actually failed to hit its opponent even once.

Conversely, every magical wave the man fired struck the dragon's body with perfect accuracy.

This was a complete one-sided crushing defeat.

"Tsk."

Rafe let out a disdainful sound.

"It seems we've never fought in this state before."

"With skills like that, you're not qualified to protect your own sister."

"..."

Unbeknownst to Rafe, his words had once again touched a raw nerve with you.

[Having transformed into a dragon, your blood boils once more.]

You begin to seek the power to further strengthen your flames.

You have discovered this power—the Holy Grail, still shining brightly on the ground.

[The talent "Endless Fury" has been enhanced to "Endless Fury+": You draw power from the Holy Grail to strengthen your flames.]

[You unleashed flames far more terrifying than before.]

Rafe was unaware of this.

After all, he already knew from the battle just now that this was a dragon that had never revealed its true form.

The moment he came into contact with the flames, the man who had been so disdainful just moments before immediately realized that something was wrong.

"You guy!"

But it was too late for him to dodge.

The flames, infused with the power of the Holy Grail, completely engulfed him.

However, the man seemed even happier.

He burst into wild laughter amidst the flames.

"Hahahaha...This is hilarious!!!"

"A dragon that can absorb the Holy Grail's magic... then let me see what you'll do after you've been twisted in this era!"

next second.

Rafe's figure disappeared into the flames, as if he had been burned to ashes.

The dragon raised its head and let out a long roar, then flew directly towards the spot where Joan of Arc had fallen.

The commotion was so great that even the unconscious Joan of Arc slightly opened her eyes.

In the pitch-black, rainy night filled with thunder and lightning, the disoriented girl saw a winged figure approaching her.

She didn't know it was a dragon.

"Angel...you've come."

The girl's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Indeed, the Lord was hearing my prayers..."

Exhausted, Joan of Arc soon fainted again.

After flying to the girl's side and protecting her with its wings, the dragon gradually returned to its original form.

That was Ian, who was completely exhausted.

He remained in his dragon form, embracing his sister, before falling into a deep sleep.

It is still raining heavily.

The cold wind blew against the bodies of the boy and girl, but it couldn't lower the temperature in their hearts.

You did not die that night.

After the rain stopped, you were discovered by the early-rising villagers.

Although they don't usually treat you well, they wouldn't abandon you in your time of need.

You received the most basic medical care.

The villagers characterized this incident as "the shameless behavior of the Burgundians"—after all, they do frequently engage in unannounced looting.

The Dragon Pendant has been replaced with Dragon's Protection: The pendant, now reborn with renewed radiance, offers you protection.

Compared to your sister Joan of Arc, your recovery speed is nothing short of astonishing.

[You were almost back to normal the day you were rescued.]

The duty to care for Joan of Arc naturally falls back on your shoulders.

"Ah~~ Ooh—"

Joan of Arc, leaning against the headboard, took a bite of toast and then smiled at Ian.

"My brother's cooking is so delicious!"

"...You're just going to keep flattering me."

Ian gently flicked Joan's forehead.

"Are you full?"

"If you're still hungry, I'll get you some more."

“That’s enough!” Joan of Arc nodded obediently.

"I've already eaten quite a few."

At this point, Joan of Arc suddenly realized something.

She glanced at Ian, then at the bread in her hand.

Then Joan of Arc spoke:

"Brother, have one too!"

"..."

Ian glanced at the bread in Joan's hand and swallowed hard.

"I'm not hungry."

"You big liar!" Joan of Arc pouted. "You haven't eaten anything at all!"

"But I'm really not hungry."

"No! No way!" Joan of Arc emphasized again, "If my brother doesn't eat, I'm not going to talk to him anymore."

"..."

Since things had been said to this extent, Ian had no choice but to comply.

It must be said that he was indeed hungry, so he quickly finished the bread.

"How does it taste?" Joan of Arc blinked.

"...Don't act like you baked this bread." Ian was somewhat speechless.

"But the taste is indeed better than I expected."

"Hehe, that's why I said my brother's food is delicious~"

Joan of Arc rests her hands on her hips.

"I'm not trying to flatter you."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Ian didn't intend to argue with his sister any further.

After all, he knew she cared about him.

"anyway--"

Joan of Arc looked at Ian with curiosity in her eyes.

"Brother, how did you defeat that bastard named Rafe?"

"This one……"

To be honest, you don't remember how you dealt with that man who called himself Rafe.

All you remember is being extremely angry at that time.

All other memories have vanished, as if you had never experienced them at all.

But you know the truth is definitely not like that—after all, before you lost those memories, you clearly felt some kind of change in your body.

You don't intend to hide these things from Joan of Arc.

You truthfully confessed this experience to her.

"This……"

Joan of Arc immediately tensed up.

She grabbed her brother's hand, looking anxious.

"Are you alright now?!"

Hearing his sister's concern, Ian smiled slightly.

"If something's wrong, I won't be able to make you bread right now, will I?"

"Don't worry, your brother here is as energetic as ever."

Your situation is certainly not as easy as you make it out to be.

Even now, you can still feel several places on your body that are throbbing with pain.

But you understand there's absolutely no need to tell Joan of Arc this—it will only make her more worried.