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

"Yeah?!"

Ian was very pleased to hear this.

After all, in a sense, Charles VII's ascension to the throne was equivalent to washing away a shameful chapter in France's history.

The King of England would never act with impunity on French soil!

However, before Ian could even feel happy for long, Joan's next question made him pause in surprise.

The younger sister, who had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, looked at her brother in front of her and her lips moved slightly.

"Speaking of -"

"Brother, why...why are you in Orleans?"

"Isn't something wrong with this?"

"..."

Although you knew this was an unavoidable issue after waking up, you still felt somewhat guilty when Joan of Arc actually brought it up.

However, you quickly adjusted your mindset.

You absolutely must not let Joan of Arc know what you've done.

Otherwise, she would definitely feel guilty, and might even start to deny everything she had done in the past.

You've decided to tell a lie.

"Joan of Arc... I was actually captured by a dragon."

"Were they captured by a dragon?" Joan of Arc frowned slightly, revealing a puzzled expression.

“Hmm.” Ian nodded.

"I was grabbed by a black dragon... and then I got caught up in a battle between dragons."

"A black dragon?" Joan of Arc seemed very confused. "I've never heard of such a dragon in France before."

"Perhaps the angels couldn't stand the English... so they sent a dragon over."

Ian felt incredibly guilty when he said those words.

After all, this reason sounds far-fetched no matter how you look at it.

however--

Joan of Arc, however, showed no sign of doubting her brother.

She nodded thoughtfully, then continued:

"Oh, I see... It seems everyone misunderstood."

"A misunderstanding?"

“Hmm.” Joan of Arc looked at her brother and explained earnestly, “They insist that it was because I went to Orleans that the dragons died here.”

"Now it seems——"

"It must be God protecting us!"

God bless France!

"..."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, there's a powerful figure who never shows up... otherwise, things might not have been so easy to gloss over.

As he was thinking this, a sharp pain shot through Ian's body—his injuries were not yet fully healed.

He gasped, trying to bear the pain.

However, pain is not something that is easy to endure.

Joan of Arc quickly noticed your unusual behavior.

"Brother!" Joan of Arc exclaimed anxiously, "Has the medicine worn off?"

"Maybe."

Ian's lips were trembling as he said this.

The damage left over from the battle with the Dragon's Face was far more severe than imagined.

"Then I'll change your dressing right now!"

Joan of Arc hurriedly began rummaging through a box nearby.

Soon, she took out the medicine she had prepared earlier.

Without thinking twice, the girl immediately started pulling at her brother's clothes. Once he was completely exposed, she carefully began changing the medicine on each of his wounds.

Seeing his sister's serious expression, Ian couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her.

"Jeanne... did you do this while I was unconscious?"

"Yes."

Joan of Arc responded to Ian with nonchalance, as if everything was incredibly simple for her.

“I don’t trust anyone else to take care of my brother… they definitely wouldn’t do their best.”

Hearing this, Ian sighed.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Jeanne."

"If you say that, brother... I'm going to be unhappy."

Joan of Arc muttered something under her breath.

“I’m my brother’s girlfriend…and also his sister. Isn’t it only natural for me to take care of him?”

"Are you thanking me now to say that I'm neither your girlfriend nor your sister?"

“I didn’t mean that,” Ian replied immediately.

"That's fine then~"

Joan of Arc looked at her brother with a smile in her eyes.

"My brother has always taken care of me."

"I've actually wanted to take care of my brother for a long time!"

"..."

"Pfft." Ian laughed. "Well, it seems it really is my fault."

"It's good to know!"

"correct--"

Joan of Arc glanced between Ian's legs, her face flushing slightly.

"Brother...you seem to be hard."

"..."

"Ahem." Ian coughed lightly twice, trying to cover up the awkward topic. "After all, Jeanne, you've been treating the wound on your inner thigh."

"Don't worry, it'll be fine in a bit."

"no!"

Joan of Arc blushed and shook her head.

"As my brother's girlfriend... I have an obligation to help him get rid of his sexual desires!"

"I'll help my brother ejaculate right now!"

"no!"

Before Ian could refuse his sister, she was already lying on his lap.

Joan of Arc seemed afraid that making any big movements would hurt Ian, so she looked very careful.

She gently took the tip of her brother's penis into her mouth and, like a kitten, licked the rather sensitive head with her soft tongue.

It was a tingling, numbing sensation.

Ian was immediately drawn into Joan of Arc's rhythm of sexual processing.

He placed his hand on her head and began to gently stroke it, as if he were petting a cute kitten.

The blonde girl ate even more.

With half of her brother's penis in her mouth, she began to suck on the soft flesh around the glans, as if she wanted to scoop out everything inside.

call--

This is something that a man simply cannot tolerate.

Even though the occasion might not be appropriate, Ian had no choice but to go along with his sister's wishes.

He held down her soft, golden hair, which was tied into a long ponytail, and slowly pressed her head down along his penis.

After swallowing it completely, Joan of Arc would shake her head and slowly return to the top.

After several rounds of this, the brother and sister reached an extremely harmonious pace.

Can't help it.

Ian asked softly, "Jeanne, may I ejaculate inside?"

The girl's head bobbed slightly up and down as the best response—Ian pressed her head tightly between his legs.

Gurgling.

The sexual desire response from my sister was a great success.

"Huh——~"

Ian released his grip, and Joan of Arc slowly raised her head.

With white streaks at the corners of her mouth, she stuck out her tongue and proudly displayed the great achievements left by her brother.

"Brother shot so many!" the girl exclaimed happily.