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

Joan of Arc did not doubt you—after all, you were a very reliable brother in her eyes.

The blonde girl muttered to herself.

"Could it be that my brother burned him to death by breathing fire?"

"Who is that guy anyway... staying up all night and having such a bad temper?"

Hearing this, Ian sighed.

"Joan of Arc, you have no right to judge others."

"But that guy did seem rather unfriendly."

"We still need to be more careful in the future."

"Mmm." Joan of Arc nodded, then seemed to remember something.

“That’s right—!”

"Then where did the 'Holy Grail' go?"

"..."

Although the reasons are different.

But like Joan of Arc, you were very concerned about that suddenly appearing golden cup.

[But everything that happened to you that day seemed to turn into a dream in an instant.]

You once returned to that hillside in search of the 'Holy Grail'—but even after digging three feet into the ground, you found nothing.

It's as if it disappeared from this world.

You can't help but wonder if it ever really appeared in front of you.

You confessed everything to Joan of Arc.

"Eh?"

Joan of Arc showed a regretful expression.

"Can't find it?"

"it's a pity."

"..."

Seeing his sister's disappointed look, Ian felt a pang of guilt.

"If you care so much, then I'll go back and look for it again?"

"No!" Joan of Arc shook her head. "No need!"

"If we can't find it... it means we've already missed the chance to meet."

"Let's wait until later! I think we'll definitely have another chance to meet it again."

"……Too."

Ian rubbed Joan's head.

"After all, if that so-called master really wants to respond, he certainly won't only have one chance, right?"

Joan of Arc, her head being rubbed, nodded gently, looking quite pleased with herself.

But suddenly, she looked up at Ian and blushed.

The feeling was like realizing that there was an opportunity to confess one's feelings.

"Brother, come a little closer."

"..."

Although it felt strange, Ian did as his sister asked and moved closer to her.

Mua~

As Ian felt a soft, wet sensation on his cheek, he realized that his sister had kissed him.

"Jean, you..."

“It’s just a matter of reciprocity!” Joan of Arc smiled slightly.

"If my brother hadn't come with me that night... I might have died there!"

"In other words, it's like my brother saved my life!"

"Isn't this...worthy of being repaid with a kiss?"

"..."

Ian remained silent for a moment before speaking again.

“Jeanne, I’m your brother. It’s only natural for me to protect you. Don’t think of it as some kind of life-saving favor.”

"You...you didn't need to kiss me like that just now."

"..."

Joan of Arc's voice softened slightly.

"Does my brother dislike girls?"

"of course not."

"Then why do you always seem to want to keep your distance from me?" Joan of Arc asked directly.

“Because we’re siblings…” Ian said earnestly, “Being too close is really not right.”

"Is it too late to sever ties now..." Joan of Arc muttered to herself.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing!" Joan of Arc waved her hand.

"So, does that mean my brother wants to keep his distance from me and won't go out with me anymore?"

"Going out with you is no problem."

"and many more."

Ian realized something.

"Jeanne, are you planning to go out today?"

Joan of Arc's leg was severely injured by Rafe, and she has been staying in the cabin under Ian's care ever since she was rescued.

"Yes!"

Joan of Arc nodded very seriously.

"because--"

"I want to tell everyone about the angel I saw!"

194. First Kiss / The Unacknowledged Angel / The Determination to Change (4k)

"..."

Ian never expected that his sister would go out for this reason.

Based on his previous understanding of her, after all.

In situations like this, her reasons would usually lean more towards some strange or unusual things.

"Brother, what kind of reaction is that...?"

Joan of Arc felt a little guilty when she noticed that Ian was staring at her silently.

"I only kissed you, does that mean you don't want to talk to me anymore?"

"Humph, you stingy guy!"

“Of course that’s not what I meant,” Ian immediately denied his sister’s statement.

"I just want to know, why did you have to tell everyone about this?"

Can you tell me why?

"reason?"

Joan of Arc tilted her head slightly, then smiled and replied:

"Perhaps he wanted to tell everyone in the village... that God is listening to our wishes!"

"As long as we persevere, we will definitely receive more responses!"

"..."

You realize that you seem to have underestimated Joan of Arc.

She can be quite mischievous in some ways, but she also possesses a genuine and heartfelt kindness.

After witnessing the "angel" herself, she wanted to share this hope with the rest of the village.

This is something you didn't expect at all.

You feel somewhat ashamed about this.

Ian felt a pang of guilt at his sister's simple and honest thoughts.

"So this is ah."

"Then Jeanne, let's go out."

"Hmm~!"

Joan of Arc smiled sweetly.

It's clear that she genuinely wants to spread this hope from God.

You have left the cabin.

You have arrived at the main road of Domremi village.

Although her leg injury had not healed at all, Joan of Arc walked happily, leaning on a small wooden stick.