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

but--

Even now, she still maintains a serious, devout expression, as if she is praying earnestly.

If anyone were to see her now, they would probably be even more convinced of her identity as a saint.

But this kind of thing will never happen.

Because no one has time to notice a window in a castle.

after all--

Just surviving is already an exhausting task.

Ian took a deep breath, gently hugged his sister, and whispered in her ear.

"Jeanne, brother..."

“I know~” Joan of Arc replied sweetly, “Brother, you don’t need to worry about me.”

With his sister's permission, Ian once again transformed into an adventurer.

He recalled the time he had spent in the village of Domrémy—two gardens full of branches that no one had ever entered.

Now, it has been truly recreated by his own sister.

but--

Explorer Ian discovered that they were slightly different from the beautiful places he remembered.

For example, in the back garden right now, every step taken by someone searching for branches adds a touch of gentle breeze and swaying in the dawn.

"Jeanne, what's wrong with you...?"

“I don’t know either…” Joan of Arc responded shyly during her prayer, “It’s probably because I felt my brother was right next to me, so I was a little nervous.”

It turns out that everything was my own fault.

"That--"

Ian felt a pang of guilt.

"Do you want your brother to compensate you in any way?"

"Eh... can this really be considered compensation?"

"I don't know... but it's something we can give it a try?"

"Then... please give it a try, brother."

But as it turned out, the brother and sister had oversimplified things.

The rustling of leaves in the wind is a simple and natural phenomenon.

But the reverse is not the case—it's not so easy to keep the grass still in the wind.

Fortunately, the warmth between the siblings was enough to offset all of this.

After much trouble, the imprisoned woman was finally allowed to enter and leave that quiet garden, and everything was just like that incredibly beautiful afternoon she had experienced before.

Hearing that melodious, bird-like voice, Ian knew that his sister's attention would be diverted once again.

however--

Joan of Arc, who had been in a praying posture, spoke at this moment:

"Brother... there's something I want to do."

"what's up?"

"that is……"

Joan of Arc trembled slightly, a reaction born of her fear that her brother would not allow it.

"I wish to grant His Highness's request."

"You mean you want to drive all those English dragons away for him?" Ian asked.

“Yes.” Joan of Arc nodded.

"That's exactly what I want to do."

From the moment Joan of Arc learned of this to the moment she agreed, only a few hours had passed since she spent with you.

You realize that your usual method of distraction might not be working at this moment.

Ian's feelings were quite complicated.

After a long silence, he asked again;

"That--"

"Aren't you worried?"

"Worry?"

"Hmm." Ian's tone carried a hint of concern for his sister, typical of an older brother.

"Those are dragons that are specifically tamed, right? Aren't you... afraid of being killed by them?"

“I’m scared,” Joan of Arc whispered in response.

"But I'm more afraid that everyone will lose hope—after all, only I can drive away the dragon, right?"

"If I don't take action, everyone... will definitely give up resisting."

"That's how it is—"

"France is truly doomed."

"..."

Ian paused for a moment.

He discovered that his sister had undergone a spiritual transformation during the hardships of their journey.

It's getting closer and closer to the idea of ​​saving the country...

After hesitating several times, Ian finally asked a question.

"Jeanne, are you really going to do this?"

"Ah."

The moment you hear that answer, you know that nothing can be changed.

Joan of Arc never made her choices lightly.

But once she makes a decision, she will never change it.

Her will was far stronger than imagined.

"I understand."

Ian ultimately couldn't bring himself to forcibly stop his sister from doing so.

"Since you've decided to do this... I'll support you."

"That's great! I love my brother the most!"

late at night.

Looking at Joan of Arc sleeping peacefully beside him, Ian's expression was a mixture of joy and worry.

He gripped the pendant around his neck.

That familiar voice then rang out.

"It seems like you haven't contacted me in a long time... You must have something urgent to tell me?"

“Yes.” Ian looked at the pendant in his hand that concealed his dragon mask.

"Fafnir."

"I... I guess I'll have to turn into a dragon again."

201. The Pain of My Stepsister / The Boy Becomes Jackie Chan Again / The Holy Flag Protecting My Stepsister (4k)

"..."

After hearing Ian's words, Fafnir remained silent for a long time before giving his response.

"Is it for your sister again this time?"

Fafnir is your other side.

You know you have no obligation to hide anything from him.

You told your Dragon Mask all of Joan of Arc's thoughts about this war.

You hope Fafnir can help you.

"Ah."

Fafnir's cold laugh emanated from the pendant.

"Is Jeanne being a little naive...? Does she really think she can defeat a dragon?"

"Please don't say that, my other self."

Ian looked at the dragon-shaped pendant in his hand, which was glowing with a black light, and his eyes showed great concern.

"This is all my fault."

“I instilled the wrong idea in her… making her believe that she had really seen ‘angels’ and was able to defeat powerful dragons.”

"This has nothing to do with whether she is innocent or not."

"Are you planning to secretly arrange everything for her?" Fafnir's voice became somewhat wistful.

"You really spoil her."

"no way."

Ian gave a wry smile.

“I am her only family member in this world.”