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

"I'm not a liar... I'm not a liar... I'm not a liar!"

Inside the room, there lay a stone and many shards of glass.

You'll soon understand what happened.

[While you were out working, someone came and smashed the window of the cabin, and also gave Joan of Arc a good scolding.]

She spent the entire day in this state of panic.

You're furious—even though Joan of Arc was kept indoors, these bastards still won't let it go!

Just when you were about to completely lose your mind, Joan of Arc's voice brought you back to reality.

"Brother...you're back!"

Joan of Arc's voice was full of despair, yet it also carried a faint hope, as if she had grasped at the only straw.

Ian's eyes gradually returned to their normal color.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself down.

The first thing to do is to calm Joan of Arc down.

He walked to the bedside and took his sister's hand.

"Yes, I'm back."

You've temporarily sealed the hole in the window.

You lit the oil lamp, filling the room with light.

You have healed the wounds on Joan of Arc's face.

You heated up some food for her.

This gradually calmed her down.

"That's great~"

After finishing her bread, Joan of Arc gave Ian a sweet smile.

"Finally, I've filled my stomach."

"..."

Ian looked quite guilty.

"I'm sorry, Jeanne."

"I should have... come back sooner."

“No, that’s not true.” Joan shook her head. “My brother’s job has been transferred to another place, hasn’t it?”

"It's normal to come back a little late."

"...Did you know that before?"

"Ah."

Joan of Arc lowered her head.

"Is all of this because of me?"

“If I hadn’t said I saw an angel, my brother wouldn’t have had to go through all this trouble… I’m sorry.”

"..."

Ian sat down next to Joan of Arc.

"That--"

"Jeanne, tell me the truth."

"Did you... really see an 'angel'?"

"Yes." Joan of Arc nodded.

"I saw."

"It had wings and could use fire... It flew towards me from the light like that."

"Then there's nothing to apologize for."

Ian looked intently at his sister.

"Since you did see it... there's no need to apologize for it."

"I trust you."

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc could no longer control her emotions.

She buried her head in Ian's arms and burst into tears.

"But...but they don't believe me!"

“I clearly saw it… but they insist that I have hysteria… and that I’m a liar and a shameless person.”

"I didn't lie...not a single word!"

"I know."

Ian held Joan tightly—his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"I know everything."

“This is not your problem, Joan of Arc.”

"You...did nothing wrong."

Kind people are always particularly vulnerable to being hurt.

This statement is perfectly embodied in Joan of Arc.

She had no intention of lying.

She simply wanted to share this encouragement from God.

But apart from you, no one else is willing to believe her.

Do you know how painful this feeling is?

"Don't think about things like that."

Ian gently stroked Joan's back again and again.

"Think about something that makes you happy—don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes."

"What can make me happy?"

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc's voice softened slightly.

"I haven't tried anything that can make me happy yet."

"Huh?" Ian was somewhat surprised.

"What does it mean."

"because……"

Joan of Arc raised her head and looked at Ian cautiously.

"Things that I think would make me happy..."

"It's about kissing my brother—I haven't tried that yet."

"..."

Ian paused for a moment.

He knew this was crossing a line.

but--

He looked at his sister's pitiful appearance and recalled her trembling body just now.

Kissing definitely crossed the line.

But there seems to be no better way to soothe her at this moment.

I'm such a terrible older brother...

I just said not long ago that I shouldn't do anything out of line.

"Jeanne, do you really want to do this?"

“Hmm…” Joan of Arc nodded. “I really want to… try kissing my brother.”

"..."

"Okay, let's give it a try."

The boy lowered his head and kissed the girl's lips.

The texture is somewhat like freshly baked bread, but even sweeter and softer, making you want to take a bite.

The tongue curled up inside was warm, just like freshly warmed milk in the morning, releasing a fragrant aroma upon contact.

Just this meal is better than any breakfast.

But the sweeter his sister's tasted, the more uncomfortable Ian felt.

She is such a beautiful and precious treasure.

But now they are shrouded in the veil of being called liars.

This is not fair.

You cannot accept this.

You decided to change all of this.

You must make everyone acknowledge that your sister once saw an "angel."

You will stop at nothing to achieve this.

195. The purest relationship / A disguised miracle / "The Wrath of Angels" (4k)