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

Ian felt a flash of lightning through his mind—he realized he had overcomplicated things.

My own sister is only missing one identity to be considered a saint!

No, they don't even lack an identity.

It's just that they haven't cultivated their own image.

Ian continued to fondle his sister's soft, ever-changing breasts.

Their attention, however, had completely drifted to how to protect her.

"Jeanne, in that case, may I ask you for a favor?"

"what's up?"

“Starting tomorrow… I want you to start dressing up as a nun.”

"Huh?" Joan of Arc asked, puzzled. "Why would you do that?"

"because--"

Ian pressed a little harder against Joan's breasts and grasped them.

"I think it would be more fun to play with Jeanne dressed as a nun, right?"

Joan of Arc blushed instantly, looking quite embarrassed.

But her voice had a cheerful quality to it.

"My brother is a big pervert."

"However... it's not something we can't consider."

You persuaded Joan of Arc.

She will change her appearance from that of a farm girl and instead dress as a nun.

And you, using this as a basis, will disguise her as a saint of this world.

198. Two people in each other's hearts / A saint in disguise / A mother's magic (4k)

[As you requested, Joan of Arc began to dress herself as a nun.]

However, she herself doesn't seem to like herself much in this outfit.

"elder brother……"

Looking at herself in the mirror, dressed in a black and white nun's habit, Joan of Arc pouted slightly, her expression showing great confusion.

"Do you really like clothes that cover you up completely?"

"..."

To be fair, if we look at it from the perspective of appreciating the younger sister...

Ian really didn't like the nun's habit.

After all, visually speaking, it almost completely concealed all of her sister's physical advantages under the clothes.

but--

From the perspective of increasing persuasiveness, Joan of Arc's attire at this moment was far better than her usual peasant girl outfit.

We need to reassure her as soon as possible.

"Of course I like it."

Ian answered his sister Joan as he came up behind her.

His hands slipped under her armpits and then touched her soft breasts.

He gently rubbed the impressive curves of her breasts through the nun's habit, then continued to act like a scoundrel and began to comment on his sister.

"Jeanne feels even better to touch like this."

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc raised her head and looked at her brother behind her.

Just as she was about to say something, he kissed her lips.

At that moment, the hands that had been resting on her chest also began to move.

"Uh...uh..."

Joan of Arc made cute, ingratiating sounds from her throat, like a domesticated kitten.

She was nearly suffocated before she regained her freedom.

"Brother...you're being so proactive today."

Joan of Arc straightened her clothes, which Ian had messed up, her face flushed.

It's clear that she doesn't resist being suddenly attacked by her brother like that.

Or rather—

She was actually looking forward to this happening.

After all, this means that he has taken another step forward in his role as "girlfriend".

"Brother...do you really like me dressed up like this that much?"

"What do you think?"

Ian bent down slightly and rested his head on his sister's shoulder.

"Do you want me to prove it again?"

“Alright…” Joan licked her lips. “Brother can prove it as many times as he wants.”

"Later."

Ian held his sister's hands, one on each side.

"Don't we have to go to church today?"

We need to leave early.

"Eh...that's true..."

Joan of Arc looked somewhat worried.

Ian's expression was equally complicated.

after all--

Once a lie begins, there is no turning back.

This is a road with no end.

You and Joan of Arc left the cabin.

You and Joan of Arc arrived at the road leading to the village of Domrémy.

Although she considers herself your girlfriend, Joan of Arc is still very careful about her behavior in public.

She doesn't want to cause you unnecessary trouble—like a brother who bullies his sister.

So in other people's eyes, you're just a brother and sister with a close relationship.

Just as you expected, Joan of Arc's attire attracted the attention of many villagers.

However, no one dared to speak ill of her—after all, she was now considered a hero who had saved the village of Domremi.

They even began to show a degree of respect for Joan of Arc in this attire.

This seems like a good start.

But you know the real test is yet to come.

The most crucial issue is the reaction of the church's congregation.

Before us stood the church's thick doors.

Ian knew that once he pushed open that door, there would be no turning back from the saintly lies he had woven for his sister.

but--

He did not hesitate for even a moment.

If this can truly paint a bright enough future for his sister Joan of Arc.

He wouldn't mind being a complete fraud.

however--

Ian was determined to go to the church, while Joan of Arc hesitated.

She looked at the door she had opened countless times before, and her hands trembled slightly.

You noticed that.

You realize that Joan of Arc seems to be afraid of something.

You know you absolutely cannot pretend you didn't see it.

"Jeanne, what's wrong with you?"

Ian held his sister's hand and said gently.

Why don't you go inside?

“Brother,” Joan answered Ian’s question, her head bowed, “I’m a little scared.”

"Afraid?" Ian reassured his sister by patting her head. "What's there to be afraid of?"

"Isn't this how you usually go in?"

Why did you suddenly become afraid this time?

"Because today is different."

Joan of Arc looked at her nun's habit and appeared nervous.

“I…haven’t read the books that nuns are supposed to read.”