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

That's unexpected.

"Hold on tight, don't fall."

"Hmm~!"

Amidst great anticipation, Charles VII, escorted by his soldiers, arrived at the entrance of Reims Cathedral.

At this moment, he was no longer as haggard as he had been in Shinon; instead, he had a more confident look on his face.

The heavy black wooden doors of the church were slowly pushed open.

The old bishop came out from inside.

Holding a crown, his eyes were filled with tears—he had probably been waiting for this day for a long time.

The old bishop glanced at Charles VII, and then began to read the coronation words in a voice that was not loud but clear enough.

"Glory shines forever, angels bless, and the king's gaze finally encompasses the earth."

"Though the enemy is numerous, we can drive them away; the king's sword will be invincible."

"Therefore, in accordance with the will, this crown is bestowed upon you."

"May you bring eternal peace to France."

Charles VII received the crown with great respect from the old bishop and placed it on his head.

He turned around and looked solemnly at the French people who had witnessed his coronation as king.

"Everyone."

“I know you have been oppressed for a long time—and I feel the same way about you.”

"but--"

"From today onwards, such things will be a thing of the past."

"Because the Lord is watching over me... He has shown me a way to restore France to its former glory."

Charles VII drew his sword and pointed it at the sky.

"I--"

"King Charles VII will surely fulfill these promises and bring glory to you all!!"

"Wow--!!!!!"

A deafening roar erupted in the church square.

People's eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation for the future.

Charles VII completed his coronation ceremony—he officially became King of France.

He will lead the French people onto a new path and reclaim the remaining territory.

But before that, you need to fulfill the promise you just made to Joan of Arc.

You must accompany her to see Charles VII.

Inside Reims Cathedral.

Charles VII, who had just completed his coronation ceremony, was discussing some minor details with the old bishop.

At that moment, Ian and his sister Joan walked in.

The two men held considerable positions in the French army, so the soldiers at the gate did not stop them.

"Your Majesty," Ian addressed the man before him, who had regained his radiance, with a touch of respect.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Charles VII turned around.

Upon discovering that it was Ian and Joan of Arc, he gestured for the old bishop and the other attendants to step back.

In the vast church, only three figures remained.

Charles VII felt quite grateful to the two people before him, especially Joan of Arc.

He spoke in a tone reserved for honored guests:

"It's you guys, what's going on?"

Ian and Joan exchanged a glance, and then the younger sister spoke first:

“Your Majesty, I have a favor to ask of you.”

"You're asking me to do this?" Charles VII frowned slightly.

It was clear that he seemed somewhat worried—this was the caution of someone in power.

"What is it...? If it's too difficult, I might not be able to help you."

“No, that’s not true!” Joan of Arc quickly dispelled Charles VII’s concerns. “We simply wish for His Majesty the King to be a witness at the wedding!”

"..."

Charles VII paused for a moment, then forced an awkward smile.

"that……"

He glanced at Joan of Arc, then at Ian.

"Your so-called wedding officiant... you don't mean the two of you, do you?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are right."

Ian held his sister's hand tightly beside him.

“I wish to marry Miss Jeanne here in Lance… and therefore hope to receive His Majesty the King’s blessing.”

"..."

Charles VII fell silent.

His expression was somewhat complicated, as if he were worried about something.

You realize that things might not be as simple as Joan of Arc imagined.

You decide to find out what happened.

"Your Majesty the King."

Ian looked at the thin man in front of him.

Are our demands too much?

“No.” Charles VII shook his head.

“I know about the relationship between the two of you, so making this request is not unreasonable at all.”

"But... under the current circumstances, I may not be able to officiate your wedding."

“What does this mean?” Ian pressed. “Is it because His Majesty the King thinks we are unworthy of this blessing?”

"Of course not. I have seen everything you and Joan of Arc have done. You certainly deserve my blessing."

"only--"

Charles VII looked at Joan of Arc, his eyes filled with worry.

“I’m afraid that if I officiate your wedding in public, the soldiers won’t be able to be as brave as before.”

Charles VII's words are not difficult to understand.

As the French army expanded, far fewer people actually knew about Joan of Arc's relationship with you than you might imagine.

Joan of Arc thus became, in a sense, a symbol of the military.

Publicly supporting your wedding could undermine this symbolism and consequently diminish the soldiers' courage.

This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the French army at that moment.

It's quite meaningful that you realize this is Charles VII's concern—after all, France hasn't been fully recovered yet.

However, Joan of Arc seemed to have found a way to solve this problem.

“Your Majesty,” Joan of Arc blinked her beautiful blue eyes.

"So, according to you... as long as it doesn't affect the morale of the troops, it's fine?"

“Hmm.” Charles VII nodded. “As long as it doesn’t affect the morale of the army, I would be very happy to officiate at your wedding.”

"After all... you two have indeed made significant contributions to us and deserve this treatment."

"That--"

Joan of Arc's face flushed slightly.

"In that case, Your Majesty, please officiate a secret wedding for us!"

"Don't invite anyone else, just Mr. Pierre, His Majesty the King, and myself."

Upon hearing this, not only Charles VII, but even Ian was surprised.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime wedding.

"Jeanne, you..."

"It's okay~"

Joan of Arc looked at her brother, her eyes filled with love for him.

"I don't care whether there's a grand wedding or not, and I don't care whether enough people witness this moment."

“Those things don’t mean much to me… because I married you, not them.”

"If you're willing... what difference does it make whether one person knows or ten thousand people know?"

"..."

Ian suddenly smiled.

"It seems so."

"We didn't decide to get married because we cared about what other people thought."

"Your Majesty the King."

Ian looked at the thin man in front of him again, his eyes filled with a sincere plea.