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

However, this so-called "saint" is still an extremely proactive younger sister in your eyes.

Day1

"Brother, I want to sleep together tonight."

"it is good."

Day2

"Brother, I want to sleep in your arms tonight."

"it is good."

Day3

"Brother, can I sleep in your arms like a girlfriend tonight?"

"it is good."

Day4

"Brother, I want to sleep with you without wearing clothes tonight."

"……it is good."

D侁ay5

"Brother, could you not wear any clothes either?"

"..."

The things you're doing are starting to resemble those of a couple deeply in love.

You can sense that the sibling boundary between you has become completely blurred.

You've fallen in love with your younger sister.

One year later, you took the final step.

It was a night.

Joan of Arc, who usually went to bed early, unusually remained awake.

"Brother, are you still awake?"

"Ah."

Ian has always avoided going to sleep until Joan of Arc falls asleep, fearing she might have nightmares.

"Jeanne, what's wrong?"

“Um—” Joan of Arc’s voice became much more shy.

"Can I ask you to do something for me?"

"What to do?"

Ian turned around and looked at his sister—the two of them had been sleeping like this, naked and embracing each other, for months.

"It's this..."

Joan of Arc used her thumb and forefinger to make a circle with one hand, while extending her forefinger in the other hand and moving it in and out of the circle.

You and Joan of Arc were both precocious.

You know what that means.

"Jeanne, do you really want to do this kind of thing?"

"Ah."

Joan of Arc nodded shyly.

"I've been thinking about it for a year."

“I’m sure I really want to do this with my brother.”

A confession only takes one day.

But the final step will take a year.

Although Joan of Arc was naive, she also had her own concerns.

"is it?"

Ian lowered his head and gently kissed Joan's forehead.

"actually--"

"I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time."

Ian is not a celibate person.

But he would never reveal his thoughts until his sister asked him to do so.

after all--

He was still her brother.

It's raining outside the window.

The girl's warbling voice mingled with the thunder, creating a forbidden melody.

She moved up and down like a knight riding the finest horse.

Lingying moved slightly, her figure swaying.

A startled deer stumbled into the garden, leaving trails of white shadows.

The room fell silent again, except for the thunder and lightning outside the window.

The girl looked lovingly at the boy who was holding her waist, and breathed out warm air.

"I like...my older brother the most."

You and Joan of Arc ate ​​the forbidden fruit.

However, your lives didn't change drastically because of this—because you were already very close.

She remains the saint who protects the village.

Everything should have continued peacefully.

[Until one morning, you received a letter.]

That was a letter from the current Crown Prince, Charles.

He had heard of Joan of Arc's reputation and wished to meet this "saint."

199. Comforting My Adopted Sister / The Current Situation in France / Joan of Arc's Suffering (4k)

Charles the Crown Prince, also known as Charles VII, was the twelfth son of Charles VI.

For certain reasons, he should have been the rightful heir to the Kingdom of France.

However, following the French defeat at the Battle of Agincourt, Charles VI was captured by the Burgundians, allies of England.

[It was subsequently forced to sign a series of unequal treaties in Troyes.]

This included publicly stripping Charles VII of his right to the throne and transferring it to King Henry V.

After the death of Charles VI, these lands, which originally belonged to France, were "legally" transferred to England upon the succession of Henry V.

These things happened when you and Joan of Arc were eight years old.

Now, Charles VII must be getting on in years, and this is perhaps the time when he is struggling to reclaim his disinherited right to the throne.

You realize that the current situation is developing in a direction you never expected.

"Brother~"

Joan of Arc's coquettish voice rang in Ian's ears.

"What did the letter say? Can you tell me?"

Ian realized that this was nothing to hide, so he read the contents of the letter aloud to his illiterate sister, Joan.

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Clearly, she hadn't expected the contents of this beautifully packaged letter to be like this.

"Why does he suddenly want to see me? It feels so strange."

Ian's expression wasn't very pleasant either.

However, he still patiently analyzed the situation for his sister.

"I think it might be because news of your past act of driving away the dragon reached his ears."

"Knowing that there are people like this in your country, and wanting to meet them, I think is a normal reaction."

"That--"

Joan of Arc looked cautiously at her brother, her tone full of probing.

"If that's the case, can I not go see him?"

“No.” Ian shook his head.

"That's absolutely not possible."

Although the Crown Prince no longer enjoys the same prestige as before, he is still nominally the highest-ranking nobleman in France.

It would not be appropriate to refuse his meeting request so bluntly.

In addition, failing to go to the meeting place as required may arouse all sorts of unnecessary suspicion.

Ian would never allow his sister to take such a risk.

"This……"

Joan of Arc's expression still seemed somewhat unwilling.

Seeing this, Ian continued speaking at this moment.