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

"Who taught you to do this?! Get that person out here! I'm going to beat him to death!"

“No one taught me to do this.” Joan of Arc lowered her head.

“I...have no friends at all in the village.”

"Brother, I came up with this myself."

"..."

You know that what Joan of Arc said was indeed true.

Because not only is her situation like this, but you don't actually have many friends in the village either.

Your situation has been so awkward since your father passed away.

[After the "angel incident," things got even worse.]

Ian's anger vanished in an instant.

His tone softened considerably.

"That--"

Why would you think of something like that?

"because!"

Joan of Arc cautiously moved closer to Ian.

"My brother seems to be under a lot of pressure lately."

"I... am my brother's girlfriend!"

"Since she's your girlfriend—"

"Shouldn't we be trying to make our brother happy when he comes home?"

"But I have nothing else to make my brother happy... so I'll just let him see my body."

Joan of Arc lowered her head.

"But... if I take all my clothes off, I'll feel very shy."

"So I found an apron to cover myself up... I didn't expect my brother to be so angry, I'm really sorry."

"..."

Joan of Arc possessed excellent observational skills.

She knows you're under a lot of pressure, so she's trying everything to make you happy.

Of course, she knew that this behavior was not in line with the proper reserve a girl should have, and could even be described as shameless.

But for you, she's willing to set aside her pride and wear an apron while naked.

Ian hugged his sister.

He rarely felt the helplessness of being the older brother.

"I'm sorry, I'm so useless."

"But I don't think my brother is useless."

"In my heart—"

Joan of Arc leaned against her brother's chest and listened to his heartbeat.

"My brother is the best!"

"He's also...the best boyfriend!"

"..."

Ian looked at his sister.

"Well... you're right."

That's right.

I must become that kind of older brother.

We must not allow Joan of Arc to continue to be doubted.

You've made up your mind.

You want to solidify Joan of Arc's identity—to let everyone witness her doing things beyond the ordinary.

[But right now, you simply can't find any possibility of realizing this idea.]

You remembered the dragon-shaped pendant that said it could help you.

late at night.

Joan of Arc slept peacefully in bed.

Ian leaned against the bed, inhaling the cold air one breath after another.

Can't sleep.

Can't sleep at all.

Once he thought about the dragon pendant, he couldn't fall asleep.

Give it a try.

Ian took off the pendant from his neck.

It was a piece of jade meticulously carved into the shape of a dragon's head; the craftsmanship was impeccable from any angle.

Does it really have a way to accomplish what it wants to do?

You gripped the dragon-shaped pendant tightly.

You hope to glean some solutions to your problems from it.

[The Dragon's Protection has been activated: that mysterious voice is once again responding to you.]

"You're back." The voice seemed completely unsurprised.

“Hmm.” Ian made no attempt to hide his helplessness.

"There is something I really want to do right now."

Tell me—

"what should I do?"

Ian had already prepared for the worst—after all, being a strong-willed person, he knew the consequences of asking for favors.

However, if I could really get my sister to do that kind of thing...

He would willingly accept any price.

I'm not afraid even if I fall into hell.

however--

The response from the voice was beyond Ian's expectations.

"You don't have to do anything."

"Because I will help you do what you want to do."

"what do you mean?"

"Literal meaning." The pendant began to emit a black light.

“I… will use your body to transform into a dragon, and then let you be ‘defeated’ by Joan of Arc once.”

"Will that allow you to achieve what you want to do?"

"..."

Despite having prepared himself mentally, Ian still couldn't help feeling a bit scared when he heard those words.

"so--"

"Is the price you're going to take my body?"

However, the voice once again refuted Ian's claim.

"Please don't describe it as a so-called takeaway—that concept doesn't exist between us."

"because--"

"You are me as a human, and I am you as a dragon, that's all."

"This kind of exchange...shouldn't we have tried it several times before?"

"..."

You suddenly realize the truth behind how you killed the Burgundians with fire.

You thought your memories had been scattered by anger, but in reality, you've become yourself as a dragon.

You suddenly understood what had happened that rainy night.

Ian looked at the pendant in his hand and asked in a slightly trembling voice:

"So, you were the one who defeated that guy named Rafe?"

"You could say that, or you could say that it isn't," the voice inside the pendant responded.

"Without your body, I cannot exist."

"And without my presence, you wouldn't be able to defeat Rafe."

Everything started to make sense.

Ian finally understood how he and his sister had escaped that ordeal.

But then he suddenly realized something quite important.

"and many more--"

"If that's the case... could the angelic figure Jeanne saw be you?"

"An angelic figure?" This time, it was the voice inside the pendant that was puzzled.