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

"If I go in wearing these clothes... they'll say I'm blaspheming, right?"

What Joan of Arc said is actually what you're worried about too.

However, you know you absolutely cannot act like her right now.

You are her source of courage.

If even you show weakness, she'll have even less chance to move forward.

Jeanne.

Ian looked at his rather nervous sister.

Why do you feel that what you are doing is blasphemy against the Lord?

"Is it simply because you haven't read those books?"

“Yes, yes.” Joan of Arc nodded.

"If you want to become a nun, you have to read all those books!"

“Then—” Ian countered with a question to Joan of Arc.

"Jeanne, tell me, what is the ultimate purpose of reading these books?"

"In order to communicate with the Lord."

"Was that 'angel' someone sent by the Lord to see you?"

"Correct."

"Isn't that enough?" Ian smiled calmly.

"Since you read those books to communicate with the Lord."

“And now the Lord has sent an angel to you.”

"So that means you don't need those so-called books to communicate with the Lord?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't read it."

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc's pupils widened slightly.

It's clear that she has never tried to think about things from her brother's perspective.

"Then what am I doing...?"

“You are now a qualified nun,” Ian gave a direct affirmative answer.

"Just do what you always do."

“And—” Ian’s eyes turned colder.

"If anyone dares to point fingers at you later..."

"I'll make him suffer."

"Don't!"

"Brother, please don't do this!"

Encouraged, Joan of Arc regained her courage.

"I understand!"

"I... will try my best!"

The beginning is always the hardest.

Once you get started, the remaining difficulties don't seem so difficult anymore.

The dragon-driving incident gave Joan of Arc a very good reputation.

What she feared didn't happen at all.

No one in the church raised any objections to her nun's habit.

In their eyes, Joan of Arc at this moment was a saint who had met with 'angels,' a messenger of the Lord.

They welcomed Joan of Arc donning the black and white nun's habit—because it better suited their ideal image of a saint.

Sensing this atmosphere, Joan of Arc no longer showed any fear.

She really wants to present her best self to you.

She guided the crowd with her limited understanding of the sacred texts, creating a scene of holy and harmonious chanting.

No one knew that the nun named Joan of Arc had never actually read any of the relevant books.

But nobody cares about this—at this moment, it's enough that someone is willing to step forward and guide the faith.

However, what Joan of Arc, who orchestrated all of this, was unaware of was...

Actually, you've already quietly left the church.

There are some things you want to verify.

"Aren't you going to listen to her prayer?"

Fafnir's voice came from inside the pendant.

"Isn't it your dream to see her be popular?"

“That’s certainly true,” Ian affirmed his claim about the Dragon’s Face.

"But now is not the time to enjoy these things."

"I haven't finished what I need to do yet."

"Oh?" Fafnir was somewhat surprised.

"What is it?"

Ian has no intention of hiding anything from his other side.

He immediately began to explain:

“I was thinking… since Mother was able to separate us, who had human faces and dragon faces.”

"That--"

Ian looked at the mansion where he and his sister had once lived not far away—it was now overgrown with weeds.

"Could she also know some magic tricks?"

This is an era in which magic exists.

Magic can accomplish things that seem quite incredible.

[If you want to separate yourself from Fafnir, who is a dragon, you'll definitely need this.]

You are certain your mother is a magician.

【And this is indeed the case.】

You found some long-forgotten magic books in the basement of your old mansion.

[The gifted mother's magic has been acquired: You've found some books worth studying that can teach you some simple magic tricks.]

You've hidden these books well.

You returned to the church.

You have seen Joan of Arc waiting for you.

"Brother, where did you go?"

Joan of Arc looked at Ian, who had returned from outside, and seemed somewhat angry.

"Didn't you promise to stay with me?"

“Sorry,” Ian smiled slightly, “I don’t understand those prayers, and they’re boring anyway.”

So I had no choice but to go out for a walk.

"That's it..."

Joan of Arc did not blame her brother too much—she knew he was not religious.

Ian then changed the subject.

"So, no one gave you any trouble, right?"

"No~" Joan of Arc seemed very happy.

"Everyone has become much more approachable...no one is giving me any trouble."

"But if I had to say—"

"Everyone is asking me when the 'angel' will appear again."

"..."

Ian smiled calmly and patted Joan's head.

“The angel will definitely come back.”

“Hmm~” Joan of Arc smiled sweetly, “I think so too!”

Joan of Arc completely changed your image in the village.

She became the village's bishop.

Her story of driving away the dragon spread widely throughout the village.

Everyone respected her greatly.

However, you know that this reputation needs to be maintained through achievements.

[The magic of the gifted mother has been activated: the magic you painstakingly learned has been used in Joan of Arc's "miracle" performance.]

Some of her predictions often came true in the village—although she herself didn't know why.

You gradually molded her into the "saint" the village expected of her.

This reputation spread so far that the surrounding Burgundians no longer dared to plunder the village of Dom Remy.