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

She began to do everything she could to help those affected.

This has severely slowed your progress.

But you don't mind at all.

On the contrary, you even encourage your younger sister to do it on her own initiative.

Because you know that if she doesn't do this, she won't be able to compromise with her inner beliefs.

She has always been a kind girl, and that will never change, no matter when or where.

But you soon realize that your thinking was a bit too simplistic.

Joan of Arc truly did her best to help every refugee she encountered.

Those who were rescued, after learning more about her story, unanimously called her a saint, someone who had encountered angels, and an angel sent by God.

But the more praise she received, the more distressed Joan of Arc became.

Because she knew she didn't deserve the title—she couldn't save everyone.

They are like a never-ending chain; cut one link, and another appears.

The unchangeable situation caused Joan of Arc immense pain.

She, who should have been spreading hope, was now plunged into deep despair.

Her emotions began to fluctuate wildly.

Fortunately, you discovered all of this in time.

After careful consideration, you decided to adopt the simplest and most direct, yet effective, method.

That was to comfort his younger sister.

This way, her attention can be diverted from that pain.

In the days to come.

Whenever you sensed Joan of Arc was feeling down, you would go to her side that evening to comfort her.

"Brother...you've been so proactive this past week."

"Don't you like me being with you?"

"I love it the most~"

Joan of Arc's eyes were filled with love for her brother.

At this moment, it seems that only this one person she longs for exists in her world.

This is what she has been looking forward to, and what she has been longing for.

The girl's head gently rubbed against the boy's chest, like a well-behaved and docile kitten.

"My brother's embrace is so warm~"

"It's as comfortable as a lawn in spring."

Joan of Arc uttered a shy and lovely metaphor—a murmur that only her lover could hear.

The girl realized the love she was receiving from her brother.

All that remained in my mind was the comfort of breaking free from the taboo.

That allowed her to temporarily forget the troubles of reality, and her bound soul was once again released.

"Brother... I'm so happy that you're here with me like this~"

Hearing Joan of Arc express her love so openly, Ian felt no joy whatsoever.

He was certainly not a celibate person, but he was by no means a bastard who would want to see his sister need to rely on this method to stabilize her emotions.

but--

This seems to be the only practical solution at the moment.

Ian suppressed his sadness.

He raised his head and gently kissed Joan of Arc—a gesture indicating that the two would continue like this.

The younger sister's subsequent weeping pierced the boy's heart.

He now only hopes that in the upcoming meeting, Charles VII will not simply want to see the saint.

He wasn't sure if he could have remained calm in that situation.

maybe--

You really will turn into Fafnir on the spot.

You have successfully transformed Joan of Arc into your own shape.

Her emotions gradually stabilized through this contact with the rabbits.

After crossing a mountain and two rivers.

You have finally arrived at Bourges, where Charles VII resides.

But things took an unexpected turn.

Charles VII, accompanied by a large number of soldiers, hurriedly arrived at the bridge where Ian and Joan of Arc were.

"Are you Jeanne Dalque?"

He asked hurriedly in a flustered tone that was completely out of character for someone in his position.

"Yes, I am Jeanne Darc."

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles VII knelt down on the ground.

He began to beg:

"Finally see you!"

"Please, save France!"

"Drive all those dragons out of England!"

"what?!"

200. Sensitive stepsister/The Dragon of England/Charles VII longs for a saint (4k)

You won't believe what you're hearing—what exactly is meant by "the dragon of England"?

But you understand that at this point, Charles VII wouldn't say anything useless.

You realize that the current situation in France may be far worse than it appears.

You are lost in thought.

Compared to her brother's pensive look, Joan of Arc appeared more bewildered.

She didn't even realize the significance of Charles VII's words.

However, the girl knew that it was wrong to make the crown prince kneel before her no matter what.

"Please rise, Your Highness."

“If this continues, it will feel terrible.”

Upon hearing Joan of Arc's words, Charles VII slowly stood up.

He was a thin man, and the purple aristocratic clothes he was wearing didn't seem to fit him very well.

He looked exhausted, and his eyes were bloodshot—clearly, he hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.

However, although he looked quite bad, even somewhat down on his luck.

But at this moment, Charles VII seemed very excited.

He was like someone who had been trapped in darkness for a long time, suddenly seeing the light he had been longing for.

God bless France!

"We've finally waited for you, Sage!"

"My persistence was definitely worthwhile!!!"

After expressing a string of words of gratitude, Charles VII finally noticed Ian standing beside Joan of Arc.

"Who is this……"

Before Ian could answer Charles VII's question, Joan of Arc took her brother's hand.

Her face was slightly flushed, and she looked shy and very young.

But the girl answered the question with unwavering conviction, as if it were destiny.

"Your Highness, this is my lover."

After saying this, Joan of Arc glanced to the side, secretly observing her brother's reaction.

The latter naturally understood his sister's little scheme, and he smiled slightly, tacitly agreeing with this statement.

"The lover of a saint?!"

Upon realizing what was happening, Charles VII immediately cast a look of equal respect at Ian.

His words were brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

"Good! Great!"

"The lover of a saint must also be a saint!"

"Two saints have appeared here at the same time... This means the Lord is helping us!"

God bless France!

However, Ian did not become arrogant in the face of this praise from Charles VII.

"Your Highness... I am not a saint."

Ian took a step back, making Joan of Arc stand out slightly.

"She is the true saint."