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

"Indeed, there is a bit," Dragon's Face said bluntly.

"but--"

"It's normal for you to be like that."

"Fafner, will you support me?"

"There's no question of supporting or not supporting it."

The pendant in the boy's hand emitted a faint black light.

"You are me, and I am you."

"Our thoughts should be united."

Fafnir agrees with your idea.

However, achieving this seems to involve a very complex process.

You've decided to return to Donremi Village first.

[Do you want to witness firsthand what kind of treatment Joan of Arc would receive after chasing away the dragon?]

You returned to the village.

As the "evil dragon" in the eyes of the villagers, Fafnir certainly couldn't have left no trace of destruction in the village.

but--

These locations of destruction were all carefully selected by Ian.

They were all residences of those who had expressed hostility towards Joan of Arc in the church.

After all, only by harming their vital interests can we achieve this.

They will only feel truly grateful when Joan of Arc drives away the dragon and "saves" the village of Domrémy.

The scene in the village at this moment was almost exactly as Ian had predicted.

Joan of Arc, who drove away the dragon with fire, unsurprisingly became a hero in the village.

Almost everyone expressed their gratitude to her, and some even knelt down on the spot, admiring the girl as if they were worshipping her.

obviously.

After this day, no one will believe that Joan of Arc never saw an "angel".

but--

This scenario would be a little terrifying for Joan of Arc.

After all, she was never treated this way by so many people normally—the girl began to feel a little uncomfortable.

and so.

The moment Ian appeared, Joan of Arc grasped at a straw as if it were her lifeline.

"Excuse me, everyone, please make way!"

"My brother picked me up to go home for dinner!"

Saying something that was obviously an excuse, Joan of Arc pushed her way through the crowded throng and ran straight toward Ian.

"Brother~"

"Let's go home!"

"it is good."

Thus, the girl, holding the boy's hand, quickly escaped the scene where she was being worshipped.

This scene of being the center of attention seems to be a form of torture for her.

You have left the area where the villagers were gathered.

You've returned to the cabin.

Joan of Arc seems to have so much to say to you.

"Brother~"

Joan of Arc raised her head, put her hands behind her back, blinked her beautiful eyes, and looked at Ian in front of her.

Where did you go today?

"Uh...cough cough." Ian coughed lightly twice. "I had to go out for a bit because of something."

"Oh, I see." Joan of Arc nodded thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Ian asked knowingly. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Yes!"

Joan of Arc swayed gently—a cute gesture she only showed in front of her brother.

"Today, I chased away a super huge black dragon!"

"Wow--!"

Ian feigned surprise.

"Really? You're not kidding me, are you?"

“No!” Joan of Arc said very seriously, “Everyone saw it.”

"I--!"

"They chased away the great black dragon with a huge torch!"

Although Ian wasn't quite sure what he would look like as a dragon, judging from his sister's reaction, he would most likely be a ferocious beast.

and--

Ian briefly imagined Joan of Arc holding a torch to drive away the dragon.

>-<|| You dragon, stay away! If you come any closer, I'll kill you!

Uh……

Something seems slightly off?

But that doesn't matter.

The result was that the villagers all witnessed the crucial moment—and that was enough.

"is it?"

Ian remained astonished.

"No wonder everyone was surrounding you just now... So that's what happened."

"That way, no one will doubt that you've seen an 'angel,' right?"

"My sister is so brave and amazing."

The girl who had seen the angel used the flames of the angel's knowledge to drive away the evil dragon.

Nothing could be more convincing than this.

"Mmmmm~"

Joan of Arc looked at her brother, and her eyes saw only him.

"Everyone believes I have seen an 'angel'."

"..."

"..."

Ian placed his hand on his sister's head.

"What kind of reward do you want?"

"Huh?!" Joan of Arc looked at her brother with surprise. "How did you know?"

"Because I'm your brother."

Ian ruffled Joan's hair.

"Go ahead."

"What reward do you want?"

"Let's get this straight—anything too difficult can't be done."

have to say.

Although it was all an act, facing the Black Dragon head-on still requires a bit of courage.

Ian thought this was indeed commendable—it showed that his sister hadn't been completely stagnant.

Joan of Arc shook her head.

"No, it's not difficult at all!"

"The reward I want..."

The blonde girl took her brother's hand.

"I'll be sleeping in bed with my brother tonight!"

"Huh?" Ian was taken aback.

This reaction immediately made Joan of Arc nervous.

"Isn't this going too far?"

"Then forget it! Brother, just pretend I didn't mention it!"

Joan of Arc lowered her head and muttered to herself.

"I was just saying... don't be angry."

If Joan of Arc insists, Ian might refuse outright.

But when he begs so cautiously, all he has left is a soft heart.

"I am not angry."