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"Jeanne, you don't need to worry."

"I will accompany you to see the Crown Prince."

"..."

Despite still having many doubts in her heart, she was relieved to hear her brother make such a promise.

Joan of Arc then ceased to resist this behavior.

"I understand. Then I'll go see him."

You are preparing to leave the village of Donremi, where you have lived for so long.

Upon learning of this, the villagers spontaneously raised some gold coins for you.

After all, from their perspective, your sister Joan of Arc was a great hero who saved the village.

You accepted the gold coins without hesitation—firstly, you knew you'd need them on the road, and secondly, it was compensation for the past mistreatment you and Joan of Arc had suffered.

As the villagers bid you farewell, you left the village of Don Remi, where you were born and raised.

You are now proceeding towards Bourges, where Crown Prince Charles VII is located.

However, this is not a place that can be reached in just one or two days.

France is now divided into three parts.

One was the British France, whose borders stretched from Gienet to Calais, including Normandy, Wakesen, Maine, Pierre Cardi, Champagne, and Île-de-France;

One is France in Burgundy, which, in addition to the Duchy of Burgundy, includes the Counts of Névers, Flanders, and the northern Counts of Artois, Frieze, and Brabant;

What remained was Charles VII's France, whose territory was limited to the area around Bourges.

Ian knew that it wouldn't be easy for him and Joan of Arc to get to Bourges.

Fortunately, Charles VII seemed to understand this as well.

The arrival time requirement he gave in the letter was very lenient—it could even be said that as long as the person could come, it would be fine.

but--

Ian decided to slow it down a little further.

After all, he cared more about his sister Joan of Arc than about the Crown Prince Charles VII, whom he had never met.

If she gets sick from traveling, it would be a huge loss.

The wooden wheels of the carriage rolled forward, leaving shallow ruts on the field road.

Night fell unexpectedly, turning everything black.

"Jeanne, let's rest for the night in that village ahead."

“…Okay.” Joan of Arc nodded.

"..."

[You've noticed that Joan of Arc's demeanor seems somewhat different from usual.]

However, you didn't make a fuss immediately—you checked in first and then we'd talk.

You have arrived at the largest inn in the village.

Jeanne Dalque.

Pierre Dalque.

"These are the two names, right?" the proprietress asked, looking at the names registered in the register.

"Correct."

"The one at the end of the corridor."

As the proprietress spoke, she took a bunch of iron keys from the wooden board behind her and threw them at Ian.

After Ian took the key, he took his sister's hand and walked to the end of the corridor.

The air here had a strange smell, which only improved once we entered the room.

pat.

The door is closed.

After Ian put the things in the corner, he hugged his sister and sat on the bed, then gently whispered in her ear.

"Jeanne, what's wrong with you?"

"I feel like you've been sullen ever since you came out."

"Has your brother mistreated you in some way?"

“No, that’s not true.” Joan of Arc shook her head, her voice still filled with disappointment.

"I'm just a little sad."

"Sad?" Ian asked, puzzled. "Why would you be sad?"

"Because everyone outside is living a terrible life."

"..."

You suddenly realize something.

Because of the dragon-driving incident, the village of Domrémy, where you and Joan of Arc lived, became an exception—an exception where the Burgundians dared not plunder at will.

But other places don't offer this kind of treatment.

The people living here and in the areas they passed through along the way are still living in dire straits.

Their lives were naturally incomparable to those in the village.

[And it was precisely because of this that Joan of Arc felt so deeply saddened—after all, being kind-hearted, she could always empathize with those who suffered.]

You realize you need to talk to your sister.

"Um……"

Ian nodded, then rested his head on his sister's shoulder.

"Jeanne, you're right, life isn't very good for everyone out there."

"But--"

"Although life was tough, no one lost what was most important because of it."

That is hope.

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"Yes, it is hope."

Ian held his sister's hands.

"Although the situation is terrible in both the North and the South, we are all trying our best to live."

"Even the crown prince has never abandoned this country."

"I think that's why the Lord sent an angel to meet with you, isn't that right?"

"France may be knocked down, but it will never be defeated."

"so--"

"Jeanne, you can't lose that hope either, understand?"

Encouragement from her brother rekindled the light in Joan of Arc's eyes.

"I understand!"

"I will spread the hope that the angel entrusted to me to everyone!"

Joan of Arc's words were not just empty talk.

She truly spread this hope through her actions.

"Thank you sister~"

The children thanked Joan of Arc as she handed them the food.

They wolfed down their food, looking as if they hadn't eaten for days.

"Don't eat so fast, there's more..."

Seeing the children like this, Joan of Arc felt both happy and a little heartbroken.

She couldn't help but ask Ian, who was beside her, in a low voice.

"Brother, why does the situation get worse the closer we get to Bourges?"

"..."

You know the answer to this question.

That is where you are constantly approaching the front lines of the war.

The aftermath of the struggle affected every city near the front lines.

These cities are continuously sending supplies out.

But there is always a limit to what a city can produce.

The amount spent on war is directly proportional to the amount that ordinary people have to spend less on.

Over time, this led to a situation where people couldn't even get enough to eat.

You told Joan of Arc the answer to this question.

The girl's expression turned somewhat sad.

"So that's how it is... It's because of the war that things have turned out this way."

"That--"

When will all this end?

"I don't know... but I believe we will win."

After learning the root of the problem, Joan of Arc seemed to want to make amends.