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

"what are you saying?"

The questioning voice made Ian realize something.

That is, the human side and the dragon side do not have the same memories.

It's time to share.

[You described verbatim the "angel" Joan of Arc saw on that rainy night to the voice inside the pendant.]

You sense that things are heading in a very bad direction.

"That definitely sounds like me," the voice inside the pendant confirmed.

"Ha, so she's being mistaken for an angel?"

"..."

This confirmation sent a chill down Ian's spine.

Because it means that Joan of Arc actually did not really come into contact with the "angel".

What she encountered was merely herself as a dragon.

This is a lie beyond imagination.

but--

It was a lie that even Joan of Arc herself didn't know about.

And the source of everything is oneself, who transformed into a dragon.

This truth must be very painful for you.

But you quickly thought of something more important.

That is, we cannot let this lie about angels end.

If people find out that what your sister saw wasn't an angel at all, everything will be for naught.

She will forever be seen as a liar.

You absolutely cannot accept this.

Since there are no angels, then I will become her angel.

Ian's mind was clearer than ever before.

Are you sure you can help me?

He asked the question about the dragon-shaped pendant in his hand.

"Yes," the voice replied affirmatively.

"However... I must tell you something first."

"what's up?"

Ian had a bad feeling.

And it quickly became a reality.

The voice said:

"The more power I unleash... the thinner your existence will become, or rather, my existence as a human being."

"I don't want to replace you—because I can feel that you're doing a very good job as an older brother."

"There is absolutely no way I could do better than you."

"so--"

Even so, are you still willing?

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Then came a chorus of laughter from both inside and outside the pendant.

There's no need to answer this question—Ian would never let go of any opportunity to help his sister.

The human face and the dragon face reached a consensus at this moment.

"correct."

"What's your name?" Ian asked. "Are you Pierre like me?"

“No… Pierre is a human name. When he was a dragon, he should have been called Fafnir.”

"Then why are you in this pendant?" Ian asked, somewhat puzzled.

“It was Mother who did this… She used her own life to divide us into two sides.”

"You are inside the pendant, and I am outside the pendant."

"However, it seems that it wasn't completely cleaned up. There are still some remnants of me inside you, which is why we were able to communicate."

Ian could understand this kind of thing.

No mother would want to see her daughter come into contact with a dragon.

The reason for handing over the pendant might be that they felt safe and wanted to leave something valuable to their children.

Ian took a deep breath.

"Then I'll leave it to you... no, I'll leave it to 'me' who is a dragon."

"Don't worry, I am a human being."

"Like you, I always keep my word."

The plan has begun.

Joan of Arc's mistaking a dragon for an angel was an extremely accidental event.

Therefore, if you want to achieve your goal, you certainly can't rely on your dragon mask to pretend to be an angel.

However, things become easier when viewed from a different perspective.

That would be to have Joan of Arc "defeat" you, the dragon, with fire.

This approach is equally persuasive.

The woods outside the village of Dongremi.

Ian lay on the ground, listening to the voice coming from the pendant.

He knew he had done it—Joan of Arc had indeed banished her Fafnir-like self from the village of Domrémy in front of everyone by waving a torch.

This led everyone to accept her meeting with the "angel."

After all, only those who have seen the messenger of the gods have the ability to chase dragons.

At that moment, Ian thought of a possibility.

“Fafner, I have an idea.”

"what idea?"

The boy looked at the azure sky and uttered his fantastical tale.

"you say--"

Is it possible to make Jeanne a saint in the eyes of more people?

197. Joan of Arc wanted to rest/watch the stars with her brother/pretend to ask (4k)

"what do you mean?"

Fafnir's deep voice echoed softly from inside the pendant.

"What do you mean by making her a saint?"

Although it is a dual entity.

However, Fafnir, as the dragon, and Ian, as the human, seem to still have many differences in their ways of understanding.

"Fafnir."

Ian stretched his hand out towards the sky.

He seemed to see Joan of Arc smiling happily right in front of him—that was how she looked when everyone accepted her.

"If Joan of Arc really became a saint, wouldn't she be welcomed wherever she goes?"

"Thus--"

“Even if I’m not by her side, no one will bully her anymore.”

"You want to solve your sister's problem once and for all?" Fafnir pointed out Ian's thoughts directly.

"Yes." The boy did not hide his purpose.

"Since the lies have already begun in this way..."

"That--"

"We can't just leave it standing still, can we?"

"I have to keep lying."

"..."

Fafnir remained silent for a while before answering Ian.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if she found out one day that all of this was fake?"

Ian shook his head.

"I never thought about it."

"Because I don't intend for her to know."

"..."

"..."

"Hahahaha~" Ian burst into laughter. "Fafner, do you think my idea is a bit outrageous?"