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

That's where the fire started; it's all related to the people who threw the stones back then.

[Adding to the black feathers found at the fire scene, some quickly exclaimed that this was "the wrath of angels."]

[Although some have suspected that it might have been retaliation by you, the older brother, or Joan of Arc, disguised as the so-called "wrath of the angels."]

However, your pre-prepared alibi disproves this claim.

The wrath of the angels seems to have descended upon the village of Domremi.

Some people who were afraid of getting into trouble gradually changed their minds.

They rushed to apologize to Joan of Arc.

"It's okay, I'm not angry with you."

"And I think... that 'angel' wouldn't blame you."

"Thank you, thank you so much, Miss Jeanne."

Joan of Arc looked very confused as she watched the man walk away.

This is the fifteenth person to come and apologize this week.

They wept bitterly, expressing their remorse for their past disrespect, some even kneeling down on the spot.

This was absolutely impossible in the past.

“Brother,” Joan of Arc looked at Ian, “what’s wrong?”

"Why is everyone suddenly apologizing to me?"

"I don't know either." Ian shrugged, pretending to know nothing.

"perhaps--"

"Are they starting to believe you?"

"Is that so?!" Joan of Arc's eyes lit up, and she smiled happily.

"That's great~"

“In that case… the 'angel' will surely respond to everyone.”

Your fabricated "miracle" has been quite successful.

The village saw far fewer criticisms—after all, Joan of Arc did indeed forgive many people.

However, not everyone changed their minds.

There are still some people who insist that you and Joan of Arc are complete liars, and that these fires were merely coincidences.

Even if you acknowledge it as a "miracle," it still won't completely change their minds.

You must let them witness Joan of Arc doing certain things in this capacity.

But it's not as simple as it seems.

A truly momentous event worthy of being called "angelic" is not something you alone can easily accomplish.

In your time of distress, you heard a certain voice.

It appears to be from the pendant around your neck.

196. Joan of Arc's Little Thoughts / The Dragon's Face of a Young Man / Proof of Chasing the Dragon (4k)

The sound came from the pendant around her neck.

Ian looked down and saw that it was emitting faint rings of black light.

After a moment's hesitation, he grasped the pendant.

A chaotic sound echoed in the boy's mind.

"Do you need my help...?"

"Right now, you really want to protect your younger sister, don't you..."

Ian never imagined that such a voice would come from the pendant his father had given him.

"Who are you?!"

"I am you," the voice replied.

"I will help you solve the problem you are having."

"what are you talking about?"

Of course you didn't believe such a thing.

After all, you have no idea why the pendant is making that sound.

You threw it away.

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This is something that your mother left behind, and which was then passed on to you by your father.

It would be unfair to them to just throw them away like that.

But the sound disappeared at that moment.

It felt as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

Ian looked at the exquisitely crafted pendant in his hand, his expression somewhat complicated.

To be honest—

When the voice inside the pendant mentioned being able to help resolve his sister's issues, he was actually somewhat tempted.

After all, he really had no other choice.

The boy didn't notice.

Just as this thought crossed my mind, the pendant on my hand flickered again.

You returned to the front of the cabin.

But you never expected what you would see after opening the door.

Joan of Arc was standing at the cooking area, preparing food for two people.

of course.

If that's all there is to it, it's not surprising.

But the problem is-

She was only wearing an apron!

Although Ian already knew his sister was a beauty, he was still stunned by her unparalleled beauty when he saw this scene.

Joan of Arc's back was as white as snow, with only a small apron tied around her waist from top to bottom.

If you look down carefully, you might even notice the faint outline between her legs.

"Joan of Arc, you..."

Upon hearing her beloved's voice, Joan of Arc turned around, her face slightly flushed.

Her shy expression makes her even more visually striking from the front.

The apron that was usually worn by boys was now clinging tightly to her body, but it did nothing to conceal her impressive breasts.

Even if it's just gazing at each other.

Even teenagers can see the complete outline of (.).

As Joan of Arc's body swayed gently, Ian could even imagine what the remaining unseen parts looked like.

"Brother, you're back~"

Jeanne's tone was shy, but she seemed very happy.

Clearly, she seemed to enjoy her appearance.

however--

"Jeanne, get dressed right now!" Ian snapped.

"Eh?! But..."

"Don't say anything now! Get dressed."

"otherwise--"

Ian turned around.

"I will never speak another word to you again."

"do not want!"

This is your nature as an older brother—you would never allow your sister to dress like this.

Feeling that she had angered you, Joan of Arc immediately began changing her clothes.

She's genuinely worried that you're ignoring her.

"It's all changed!"

Joan of Arc, who had hurriedly straightened her sleeves, called out anxiously.

"Is it really changed?" Ian asked again to confirm.

"Really! If you're lying to my brother, I'll turn into a puppy right now!"

Ian only turned around after hearing his sister make a "poisonous oath".

What he saw was indeed Joan of Arc, who had changed back into her usual clothes.

The apron lay quietly on the bed beside it.

"call--"

Ian breathed a sigh of relief, then rebuked him in an extremely stern tone:

"Jeanne, why are you dressed like that?"