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

"If I don't spoil her like this... then no one else will, right?"

"..."

“Sigh,” Fafnir sighed, “I wouldn’t mind using your body to become a dragon.”

"but--"

"You should know what will happen to you if things continue like this, right?"

"I know."

Ian's hands were trembling, but his voice was incredibly firm.

"But I have to do it."

“I understand.” Fafner stopped trying to dissuade his own human side. “Then at least let me use your body to understand the situation around me.”

“No problem,” Ian readily agreed.

"Thank you, Fafnir."

"There's nothing to thank me for... We should have been of one mind from the start."

Fafnir has granted your request.

Almost simultaneously, Joan of Arc's voice came through.

"Brother~"

On the other side of the bed, Joan of Arc blinked her rather beautiful blue eyes.

Who were you talking to just now?

"Um... well, I wasn't talking to anyone, I was just talking to myself."

Ian told a lie that wasn't quite a lie—he was indeed talking to himself.

"Jeanne, why aren't you asleep yet?"

“Because…” Joan of Arc blushed slightly, looking a little shy, “it hurts a bit, and I can’t sleep.”

"..."

"Is it because of what just happened?"

“Maybe…” Joan of Arc’s voice softened a bit, “I have a feeling that my brother is having an affair.”

"Their movements seem very practiced."

"No way... This is clearly the first time."

Ian smiled and stroked his sister's head.

"But since it hurts so much—"

"Miss Jeanne, would you like Mr. Pierre to massage the sore spot for you?"

"Hey...brother's a big pervert!"

Joan of Arc said this, but she did not resist the hand that was touching her head at all.

After all, she really liked her brother.

Time flowed slowly amidst the entanglement of the brother-sister romance, and soon the next day arrived.

[As Joan of Arc wished, you and she, hand in hand, met with Charles VII once more.]

At this moment, Charles VII looked even worse than he had been yesterday.

obviously.

After Ian said he "needed to think about it," he didn't get a good night's sleep.

The poor crown prince was very worried that the saint who drove away the dragon would refuse his request.

If that's the case... what will become of France?

but--

Despite his deep concern, Charles VII did not rudely disturb the two.

This changed Ian's opinion of the thin man somewhat.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

Joan of Arc looked at the haggard Charles VII before her and answered yesterday's question quite seriously.

"After a night of careful consideration... I have decided to accept your commission."

"I will drive away the dragon from England for you, so that France can regain its glory as soon as possible."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Charles VII paused for a moment, then his eyes widened.

His legs suddenly gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

"fine."

Charles VII, holding onto a chair beside him, slowly got up.

"I was just too excited."

God bless France!

The haggard man looked excitedly at Ian and Joan before him.

"Thank you... thank you so much!"

"On behalf of every citizen of France, I thank you!"

You accepted Charles VII's commission with immense gratitude.

Once preparations are complete, you will lead his last army to relieve Orleans.

However, before that, you know you need to keep your promise to Fafnir.

You have temporarily left the castle.

You have arrived at a deserted forest outside the city.

The memories of the human face and the dragon face are not entirely interconnected.

to this end--

Ian knew he had to transform into Fafnir to get used to the surroundings.

The boy took off the dragon-shaped pendant from his neck and held it tightly in his hand.

A burst of black light emanated from the pendant, enveloping him entirely.

Ian's appearance began to change drastically, and the resulting upheaval began to destroy the surrounding trees.

Click, click, click.

Countless tree branches were destroyed and broken, and after everything returned to calm, a black dragon stood in the cleared space.

But this time——

The situation seems to be a little different.

Because Ian discovered that he could actually look down on the earth from a dragon's perspective.

The boy looked at the scene that appeared in his mind and was momentarily at a loss.

“Fafner, this…”

“This is the price, Pierre,” Fafnir responded in a low voice, revealing his other side.

"Your consciousness is changing in the direction of the dragon... Your existence will gradually become faint."

"In the end, all that's left is me, the one who holds the title of 'dragon'."

"or--"

"Let's change back right away."

[The innate Dragon's Protection has been replaced with Dragon's Erosion: The more times you transform into a dragon, the Dragon's Face will become dominant in your body.]

Of course you fear this outcome.

But you know this is the price you have to pay—you have to protect your sister.

“No.” Ian shook his head. “If we change back now, wouldn’t all our efforts be wasted?”

"Fafner, please fly!"

"..."

The black dragon said nothing more.

He flapped his broad wings, creating a strong wind on the forest floor.

A gust of wind swept by, and the enormous figure soared into the air.

The sky became his backdrop in an instant—a proud and unyielding quality unique to dragons.

However, for Ian at this moment, this feeling was a little terrifying.

"That's too high... Fafnir, is this how it feels when you transform into a dragon?"

"More or less," Fafnir said calmly.

"so--"

“I have never complained about my mother separating us.”

"After all, it would be very dangerous if my sister came into contact with me."

“You actually care about Jeanne a lot too,” Ian couldn’t help but remark.

"Isn't that natural?"

Fafnir flapped its enormous wings with force, creating a powerful gust of air in the sky.

"I am you, and you are me."