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

You must make everyone admit that Joan of Arc saw an "angel."

You start to seriously consider how you should accomplish this.

You realize you can no longer ignore the village's beliefs as you have before.

You need to understand it.

Holding onto this belief, you began frequenting churches, places you would rarely visit otherwise.

There are two kinds of people in the church.

One possibility is that they have already avoided Ian and Joan of Arc.

The other group is trying to avoid them.

Inside the vast church, all the worshippers who came here were staring at the infamous brother and sister.

Their eyes practically screamed, "How dare they show their faces here again?"

Faced with this scene, Joan of Arc, feeling an invisible pressure, lowered her head.

But at that moment, Ian patted her on the shoulder and said:

Jeanne.

"Head up, chest out."

“You did nothing wrong, so there is absolutely no need to feel ashamed.”

"..."

Although I still have all sorts of doubts in my heart.

but--

Since her brother had said so, Joan of Arc raised her head and prayed to the Lord as she always did.

At that moment, Ian turned around, gave everyone a feigned fierce look, and then spoke:

"You've come to this church, don't you intend to pray?"

Immediately, the church gradually returned to its original state.

Only devout prayers echoed in the air.

Sometimes, showing ferocity is far more effective than simply backing down.

Under your intimidation, indeed no one dared to point fingers at Joan of Arc anymore.

Over time, everyone gradually got used to your presence.

However, they will still intentionally avoid you, for fear of getting into trouble.

[And you've probably figured out how to get these believers to accept that their sister really did see "angels."]

You need to let them witness the so-called "miracle" firsthand.

Only then would they truly believe that Joan of Arc had met the "angel."

This isn't something that can be done just by talking about it.

This often leads you to anxious thinking.

By the window of the cabin.

"Brother~"

Joan of Arc's voice rang in Ian's ears.

The boy turned around and saw his younger sister looking worried.

He shook his head and came to his senses.

"What's wrong, Jeanne?"

"nothing."

Joan of Arc took Ian's hand, her tone cautious.

"I was just a little worried seeing my brother like this."

"Lately... you've been spacing out like this for no reason."

You realize that Joan of Arc has been watching your every move.

You know you absolutely cannot tell her what you're thinking right now.

Otherwise, being kind-hearted, she would definitely feel like she's holding you back.

"Oh, I was just thinking about something from before."

Ian raised an eyebrow at the spot where the window had just been repaired.

"I'm afraid some bastard will come looking for trouble with you again later."

"Eh?"

Upon hearing Ian's words, Joan of Arc paused for a moment, then forced a bitter smile.

"Probably not... They already smashed it once last time."

"It can't be that bad, can it?"

Even in difficult times, Joan of Arc did not consider the people she encountered to be entirely bad.

This kind of personality is obviously not right; in fact, it could be said to be too naive.

But at this moment, Ian could not utter any words of condemnation except for feeling sorry for her.

Because he knew that this was her nature.

"I hope so."

Ian ruffled Joan's hair.

"Anything else?"

"Have!"

Joan of Arc blushed slightly and spoke in a shy yet expectant tone.

"Today... I want to go on a date with my brother!"

"..."

Ian looked at Joan of Arc with a complicated expression.

But he nodded.

"it is good."

"But I'll have to leave a little later."

[At midnight, you and Joan of Arc left the cabin.]

You are walking on the roads of Domremi village.

At this moment, the villagers are all asleep.

This is your special time with Joan of Arc.

It was nominally a date.

But in reality, all Joan of Arc did was hold her brother's hand.

"Brother~"

"I am really happy."

"..."

The more Joan of Arc said she was happy, the sadder Ian became.

The brother and sister didn't have to live like this, with their tails between their legs.

"is it?"

Ian tightened his grip on his sister's hand.

"Looks like this date was pretty worthwhile."

"So that's what my brother thinks?!"

Joan of Arc's face was slightly flushed, and she looked like a ripe apple.

However, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and her tone became somewhat cautious and respectful.

"Brother, can I ask you for a favor?"

"what's up?"

"That's right……"

Joan of Arc looked up at her brother, her beautiful blue eyes filled with a pleading expectation.

"Brother, you don't have to be so harsh on those people at the church all the time."

"this……?"

Ian looked at Joan with a puzzled expression.

Why can't we be harsh with them?

"It's one thing for you to be rude to me, but if you're rude to me too, I can't stand it."

"You just wanted to share your hope of seeing an 'angel' with them, didn't you?"

“That’s the truth.”

"But--"

Joan of Arc's tone was very sincere.

"After thinking about it carefully, I realized that I was the only one who actually saw the 'angel'."

"It's normal that they don't believe it."

"Getting angry won't solve anything."