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

Worse still, he was completely motionless.

"elder brother!"

The girl threw down her holy flag and ran in his direction.

204. Joan of Arc's Cautious Probing / Miraculous Winning Streak / Awakening (4k)

—Extreme pain—

—Tear—

--bleed--

A multitude of sensations swirled in Ian's mind, jolting him awake.

After that, what came into the boy's view was a light yellow wooden ceiling.

This is a very common building structure in this era.

You realize you are not dead—it's a miracle of survival.

But you can clearly feel the excruciating pain that comes from your body from time to time.

This is a lingering effect of the War of the Dragons.

"Are you finally awake?"

Fafnir's voice came from the black dragon-shaped pendant.

"I thought you would never wake up."

"Absolutely impossible."

Despite the pain that spread throughout his body, Ian responded with his Dragon Mask.

“I’ve said it before… I won’t die until Jeanne has had a good life.”

"I hope you keep your word," Fafnir said, his voice sounding somewhat somber.

"correct--"

"Now that you're awake... there's something I must tell you."

"What's wrong?" Ian had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

"It's not a big deal."

The black dragon-shaped pendant around the boy's neck emitted a faint glow.

"The battle in Orleans already revealed too much of my power—your presence is now very faint."

"If you were to turn into a dragon again... you would definitely disappear completely."

"so--"

"From this moment on, forget my existence, and never think about becoming a dragon again... never."

[The talent "Dragon's Erosion" has been replaced with "Dragon's Erosion EX": The battle of Orleans showcased the Dragon's Face in an unimaginable way. The next time you transform into Fafnir, you might disappear completely.]

[The talent "Endless Fury" has been enhanced to "Endless Fury EX": This is the genuine Dragon's Fury; you no longer have any doubts about it.]

You realize that Fafnir truly doesn't want you to disappear—after all, he could have simply taken this body without saying a word.

"Thank you, Fafnir."

Ian gripped the black dragon pendant around his neck.

"but--"

I will never forget you.

"You said it yourself... I am you, and you are me, how could I possibly forget myself?"

"..."

Fafnir chuckled softly.

"you're right."

"Then let's keep in touch."

After saying this, Dragon's Face did not respond further.

Just then, a commotion came from the doorway—someone was about to come in.

However, Ian already knew who it was.

The wooden door was gently pushed open.

Joan of Arc appeared there.

She was holding a basin of hot water with her head down, her eyes filled with a deep gloom.

Do you know what happened?

As your sister and lover, Joan of Arc cared for you deeply.

[Knowing you're unconscious like this, it's no wonder she's not in a good mood.]

"Jeanne, your brother won't like you if you have a gloomy face."

"Eh?"

Joan of Arc raised her head, and the moment she saw Ian sitting up, her sea-blue eyes began to tremble.

pat-

The basin full of hot water fell to the ground.

The girl could not believe what she was seeing.

But his body had already instinctively run towards where he was.

"Brother~"

With a soft thud, Joan of Arc pinned Ian down on the bed.

She hugged him tightly, the man she had been longing for day and night, and began to sob.

"Brother, you're finally awake!"

"I'm so scared... I'm so scared that you'll never wake up again!"

"..."

Ian didn't say anything, but gently stroked his sister's back.

He knew how she was feeling at that moment—he could even say he empathized with her.

The brother and sister embraced on the bed, immersing everything around them in a warm reunion.

but--

"Um, Jeanne."

"what happened?"

"Could you loosen your grip a little, brother... my body hurts so much."

Upon hearing Ian's words, Joan of Arc realized that her brother's injuries had not fully healed.

She quickly let go of his hand and then apologized repeatedly.

"Brother, I'm sorry!"

“No, that’s not true.” Ian reached out and gently patted his sister’s head.

“I know Jeanne, you did this because you were worried about me.”

"but--"

"Could you tell me first what exactly is going on?"

"Yes!" Joan of Arc nodded like a well-behaved kitten.

"Brother, it's like this..."

Joan of Arc recounts what happened after you lost consciousness.

Severely wounded, you were taken back to the French army by Joan of Arc.

As the head of the royal family, she ordered all resources to be concentrated to treat you, but the results were less than ideal.

You are in a deep coma and no sound can wake you.

Everyone thought you would never wake up again.

Some began to advise Joan of Arc to abandon her efforts to save her—the road to the restoration of France is long, and we cannot waste too many resources on one person.

But the young girl was unwilling to do so.

She made a promise to everyone, a promise that seemed like a gamble—that she, as the leader, would abandon her efforts to save you if she lost for the first time.

Everyone believed that Joan of Arc had heeded the advice.

After all, there has never been a commander in French history who was undefeated.

However, the result was quite the opposite.

As if truly guided by the Lord and instructed by angels, she won all nine subsequent battles.

This is a miracle in French history—no one but Joan of Arc has achieved such a feat.

Your awakening at this moment brings the events to a perfect close.

"so--"

Ian looked around the room he was in.

"Where are we now?"

“Lance,” Joan of Arc replied directly.

"We escorted His Majesty the Prince to Lance... He will be crowned here later and become the new king."

"In that case, that bastard from England has no right to say that France is his land."