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

“We are of one mind.”

A black dragon soared through the sky, recording the scene wherever it went from a real perspective.

This is something that a human face cannot do.

But it is something that can only be prayed for in the presence of a human being.

You and Fafnir surveyed the surrounding area.

You earnestly imagine what it would be like if your younger sister actually led troops into battle.

You've thought of some questions.

You decide to ask Fafnir.

The dragon spread its wings, then closed them.

The black Fafnir stopped on a mountain—dragons are living beings too, and they also need to rest.

Taking advantage of this break, Ian asked his other self about the doubts in his heart.

"Fafnir."

"If you had to face several dragons at the same time, were you confident you could defeat them?"

"……Hard to say."

Fafner was not arrogant—he had a clear understanding of himself.

Pierre.

"Just like humans, there are differences between dragons."

"I can't determine exactly what level those dragons in England are at."

"but--"

"I assure you, I will fight with all my might."

"However, that would... could cause serious damage to your body."

Although memories are not shared, the body is shared.

The damage Fafnir suffered in battle as the dragon-faced man will be reflected in Pierre as well when he reverts to his human form.

This is a two-sided unity, like a spiral entanglement.

But Ian didn't hesitate at all; he responded directly:

"It's ok."

"Fafner, just focus on fighting hard... don't worry about me."

"My life is as hard as stone."

"I hope so."

Fafner did not admonish his other side—he knew it would be futile.

And just as he himself said.

The human face and the dragon face are a unity of mind.

What does the name Pierre represent?

So what will the name Fafnir also do?

“Oh, right.” Ian quickly threw out his second question.

"What if we were facing a human instead of a dragon?"

"Do you have a way to make the flames only harm specific people?"

Soaring through the sky gives you a new perspective.

This also makes you think about another question—how to protect your sister who is leading the Western France team on the ground?

After all, if we were truly forced to appear on the battlefield in the form of a dragon...

You know your primary responsibility is naturally to protect Joan of Arc.

[And the best hope for all of this lies in Fafnir's powerful flames, capable of consuming Rafe in an instant.]

If it could distinguish between friend and foe, it would be the most powerful protection for Joan of Arc.

Fafnir quickly realized this as well.

however--

Although both Ian and Fafnir knew that Joan of Arc needed to be protected.

However, the answer given by Heilong was not so ideal.

"I can't do that."

"Dragon's flames are deadly to humans... even the slightest touch can cause extremely serious injury."

"This……"

Fafner has already been quite blunt.

Ian also knew that such a request was somewhat putting his Dragon Face in a difficult position.

You are lost in thought.

Even on a dangerous battlefield, you want to have a foolproof plan to protect your younger sister.

The unique perspective from the sky makes you consider a possibility.

"That--"

"Instead of making the flames harm only specific people... you can avoid specific people altogether, Fafnir, can you do that?"

"You mean Jeanne, right?" Dragon's Face responded to the question.

"I can try my best not to burn her... but if the battlefield becomes chaotic, I may not be able to keep an eye on her at all times."

"Do not--"

“Fafner, you’ll definitely notice.”

“I have a way to do this.”

The boy had a plan in his mind.

After another lap of flight, you have concluded your mission.

You've returned to human form.

You have returned to the castle in Chinon.

You meet with Charles VII alone, hoping he will commission some items according to your requests.

Charles VII readily agreed—after all, you are the lover of a saint.

Two days later, the customized item arrived in your hands.

You led Joan of Arc to the room where they were kept.

"Brother...can you open your eyes now?"

"Well, it's alright."

With her brother's permission, Joan of Arc slowly opened her eyes.

But what caught the boy's eye was quite unexpected.

It was a very conspicuous white military flag.

On the table next to it was a cloak with a cross mark and a well-made half-armor.

A silver headdress lay quietly on it, silently proclaiming the preciousness of these items.

In this situation, Joan of Arc couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Brother, these are..."

Ian patted his sister's head to reassure her.

"These are all things that I commissioned His Highness to order for you."

"If we're going to the battlefield, we should wear this safer outfit and carry the Holy Banner."

"I believe... if everyone sees you like this, they will be even more motivated."

"I see."

Joan of Arc nodded thoughtfully, then smiled at her brother.

"I understand."

"That--"

"I'll show it to my brother now!"

Seeing his sister happily changing clothes in front of him, Ian breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She had no doubt about why she had customized these things to be so conspicuous.

That was the older brother's selfish desire—he wanted his sister to be noticed by his Dragon Mask Fafnir at all times.

"Brother, do I look good like this?"

"Well, it looks good."

[Through your arrangement, Sister Joan of Arc became Warrior Joan of Arc.]

A few days later, Charles VII relinquished command of all his troops to Joan of Arc.

You will depart from Chinon to relieve Orleans—a city besieged by the English.

This will be a decisive battle for the fate of France.

202. Memories of the Past / The French Army's Unstoppable Advance / Dangerous Orleans (4k)