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"besides--"

The boy looked around at his surroundings.

"We probably don't need to stand by the bridge the whole time, do we?"

"Hey, you're right!"

Charles VII slapped his forehead, then turned around and gave orders to the soldiers behind him.

"Escort the saint and his beloved into the city!"

At Charles VII's instruction, you and Joan of Arc were escorted forward by French soldiers.

This attitude is unprecedented.

You realize that Charles VII values ​​you highly.

You have entered Chinon's castle—the only thing in Bourges and the surrounding area that still resembles a symbol of rule.

You and Joan of Arc received the highest level of hospitality here.

However... they don't seem to be ideal.

Looking at the food in front of him, Ian's expression became somewhat somber.

Although it was already the "highest level of hospitality," the dishes that were served still looked quite meager.

Charles VII, of course, understood this as well.

He immediately shouted:

"What do you mean by this?! This is the saint who could save France and her lover! How can you serve them this kind of food?!"

"Pour it out and bring something better!"

The maid who had been scolded looked embarrassed.

“But Your Highness… this is the best we could find.”

"This……"

Charles VII's expression turned somewhat awkward for a moment.

The excitement of welcoming Joan of Arc almost made him forget his predicament—France was not as wealthy as it used to be.

"Your Highness, it's alright~"

Joan of Arc picked up the food from the plate and smiled slightly.

"Having this much food is already quite good!"

"Right, brother... Mr. Pierre?"

Ian certainly wouldn't undermine his sister.

He quickly nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it's already pretty good to have food like this."

"and--"

The boy looked at Charles VII with a sharp glint in his eyes.

"More than food, the saint and I are concerned about what His Highness the Prince meant by 'the dragon of England'."

"I see."

Charles VII sighed heavily—he knew the other party was giving him a way out.

"I understand."

"The thing is... like this."

[Charles VII tells you and Joan of Arc about the "Dragon of England."]

This is an era where magic exists, and also an era where dragons exist.

The mysteries of each side intertwined in this war.

England tamed several powerful dragons in some unknown way and unleashed them on the battlefield.

This is undoubtedly a devastating blow to France—after all, humans are extremely vulnerable in the face of dragons, even with magical enhancements.

This is why the French army was utterly powerless to resist in the war and suffered repeated defeats.

This is also why Charles VII was so agitated—because Joan of Arc "truly" drove away dragons.

In other words, she, who is "targeting" dragons, is the hope of this war.

Hearing these words, you realize that the situation seems to be out of your control.

"In short, this is our current situation."

Charles VII, having truthfully recounted the 1,200, looked at the two men before him.

“Saints, and the lovers of saints, you are the only hope in this war.”

"Please, save France!"

Joan of Arc was about to answer Charles VII when Ian stopped her.

The latter looked at the Crown Prince, who had made a sincere request, and calmly said.

"Could you give us a little time to think about it?"

"..."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Charles VII's eyes, but he still nodded with great respect.

"I understand."

"This is indeed not something that can be resolved in a short time—you should rest first."

Charles VII has arranged the best rooms for you.

That's a spot in the castle where you can get a bird's-eye view of the entire Shinon region.

The room was large and luxurious.

Obviously, it's the same food as before.

Charles VII went to great lengths to deal with the saint who had finally come to his side.

Ian began to feel some sympathy for the crown prince who had been "disqualified" from the throne.

He really works hard.

but--

That sympathy only lasted a short while.

Because he cares more about his younger sister.

Ian went to his sister's side—she was leaning against the large window in the room, looking at the scenery outside, but her eyes looked somewhat lost.

He couldn't help but ask:

Jeanne.

"What are you looking at?"

“I’m looking at the people of Chinon…” Joan of Arc’s gaze swept over the area around the castle.

"They're having a terrible time too."

Just as Joan of Arc said.

At this moment, Chinon, although nominally an area personally ruled by Charles VII, was in reality merely the last place where France lingered on its last legs.

Everywhere on the streets, you can see ordinary people who have paid a heavy price for this war.

They lay raggedly in the streets and alleys of Shinon, with pieces of black bread, which had been stale for days, dangling from their mouths.

The bottles rolled haphazardly down the dark street, making everything look particularly desolate.

In this situation, even if Ian didn't possess the same level of kindness as his sister, he still felt somewhat reluctant.

"It's really quite bad."

"However... His Highness will surely find a way to handle all of this."

"Really?" Joan of Arc's expression was somewhat complicated.

"I always felt it wouldn't be that easy."

You realize that if things continue like this, Joan of Arc will definitely become depressed again.

You don't want to see your younger sister looking so unhappy.

You've decided to use the same trick again.

Jeanne.

Ian followed Joan of Arc and looked out the window at the heartbreaking scene.

"Brother... I hope you can stop looking outside."

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc turned around, her azure eyes filled with surprise.

"Can't I watch it?"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "My brother has something else he'd like to ask you for a favor, is that alright?"

"..."

Nao Joan nodded shyly.

"Of course... It's fine as long as he's my older brother."

Ever since——

In the best room of Chinon Castle, the little nun, considered a saint, stood by the window.

To completely distract myself.

Her eyes were covered with black cloth, and she could no longer see anything clearly.