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

"Could you please grant Miss Jeanne and me this small wish?"

"..."

Charles VII's expression also became somewhat wistful.

"Your love truly commands my respect."

"I understand. Since you've made this choice, I'd be very happy to be the officiant."

Your simple yet solemn wedding with Joan of Arc began at Reims Cathedral.

"Pierre Dalque, do you take Jeanne Dalque to be your wife?"

[“I do.”]

Jeanne Dalque, will you marry Pierre Dalque?

[“I do.”]

[In Reims Cathedral, you and Joan of Arc were married in the presence of Charles VII.]

You have completely crossed that line and become a real couple.

But you don't know that this will be the last happy moment of your lives.

The wheel of fate has begun to turn.

Those who break taboos are destined to walk a bitter path.

206. Joan of Arc's Married Life / Her Stepsister's Curiosity / Crisis Approaching Again (4k)

Your relationship with Joan of Arc has reached an unprecedented level of intimacy.

You were comrades-in-arms in the liberation of France, inseparable siblings, and lovers deeply devoted to each other.

However, due to various reasons, you cannot openly disclose the latter two relationships.

However, this will not prevent you from secretly spending time together as husband and wife in the quiet of the night.

Late at night, in the city of Reims.

Charles VII at this castle.

A soft sound echoed in a room reserved for VIPs.

The white holy banner that Joan of Arc usually held was now lying on the spotless ground.

She herself slept in the same bed with her brother Ian, just like a real married couple.

Her blue eyes were filled only with the image of her lover; everything else seemed to melt away in this close contact.

“Brother…” Joan of Arc, newly married, tightened her grip on the arm of the person beside her, “I never imagined that one day I could actually be with someone of your status.”

"It's...like a dream."

Hearing his sister say such things, Ian's expression was somewhat complicated, mixed with a hint of sadness that was hard to detect.

Because he, too, felt the same way she did, as if their current life was a dream, completely devoid of any sense of reality.

However, she couldn't agree with her that the scene at this moment was something that didn't exist.

He wanted to use enough lies to weave a beautiful world for her—a world where she could live well with the purest kindness.

to this end--

As a dragon, he would rather lie for the rest of his life to protect her saintly status until everyone in the world acknowledges it.

"So you felt it wasn't real enough?" Ian lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

"And now? Does it still feel unreal now?"

Joan of Arc blushed deeply after being kissed by her brother, but she also seemed to have developed some romantic feelings because of his intimacy.

"It still feels a bit unreal, unless—"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you hold me while I sleep, brother!!" Jeanne's fingers gently rubbed against the sheets, looking quite shy. "That would be more real!"

“I knew you’d say that.” Ian looked at her beside him and then opened his arms. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that, you little glutton.”

"Eh?!" Seeing that her brother completely understood what she meant, Joan of Arc's eyes showed a hint of joy at being embraced.

Like a kitten that has been tamed for a long time, she pounced on the man she loved most without hesitation.

[These late-night rendezvous have become a form of flirtation between you and your spouse.]

Joan of Arc did not mind that she could not openly stay by your side as your wife.

Although sometimes I feel like something is missing because of this, and even feel a little regretful.

But the girl never complained about this in front of you.

For her, being able to ease her lover's worries is something to be very happy about.

She felt this meant she was one step closer to becoming a good wife.

Of course, while you both enjoy doing this, it's not to the point where it has to be done every day.

After all, Charles VII's coronation in Reims was not an end, but a new beginning—the revival of France still had a long way to go.

Joan of Arc, who had become a spiritual symbol of the Lord, naturally needed to continue leading from the front in the time to come.

You realize you have to protect her in this process.

This is your dual responsibility as both a brother and a husband.

sunrise.

The French military flag was planted on the brown city wall.

A morning breeze blew, and the blue and gold banners symbolizing royalty fluttered, silently announcing Joan of Arc's victory once again.

I've lost count of how many times this has happened.

After the death of the English dragon in Orleans, the morale of the French army soared, and they launched a devastating offensive in a very short time.

Everyone regarded this as a miracle brought about by Joan of Arc—after all, no general had ever done such a thing before.

Everything was just as Charles VII had said on the day of his coronation—the Lord had shown France a path to revival.

As long as we don't stop, the road will extend indefinitely.

France will surely regain its glory at the end of the road—this is a fact that everyone firmly believes.

"Whoo~"

Standing on the city wall, Joan of Arc planted the white holy banner she had been waving vigorously during the battle into the cracks between the stones beneath her feet, allowing it to stand tall.

"We've recaptured another city!"

"Brother, I feel like I've already completed so many of the angels' tasks!"

Hearing his sister's slightly proud tone, Ian couldn't help but feel happy too.

He gently stroked her soft, long, golden hair, responding to her tenderly.

“If we’re just talking about the angel’s mission… I think Jeanne has already completed it a long time ago.”

"I... I already finished?"

Joan of Arc blinked her beautiful blue eyes, looking puzzled.

“Yes.” Ian squeezed his sister’s hand and looked out into the distance where the dawn was just breaking.

"Because the angels never gave you any tasks, did they?"

"He just came out and met with you... He didn't mention anything at all."

"Jeanne, you have achieved what you have today entirely because of your kindness and your passion for France."

"Just this much—"

“I think you have done a very good job in that ‘task’.”

"But……"

Joan of Arc also gazed into the distance, her beautiful blue eyes now reflecting a thoughtful consideration of the future.

"That's not enough... I feel I have to do more, or I'll be letting down this meeting with the angels."

"Brother...you'll stay with me until I'm done, right?"

"of course."

Ian gently rubbed his forehead against Joan's forehead.

"I can't bear to leave such a cute little sister all alone."

"Brother, you must keep your word!"

The blonde girl looked at her brother and gave him a sweet smile.

However, her gaze quickly fell on a certain spot on Ian's neck—Jeanne seemed to have discovered something.

"Speaking of which..."

Joan of Arc reached out and gently stroked the exquisitely crafted black dragon pendant around her brother's neck.

"I've wanted to ask my brother something for a long time."

"When did you put this pendant on, brother?"

"I'm curious!"

"..."

[You realize this is something Joan of Arc cared deeply about but had never brought up.]

You've decided to reveal part of the origin story of the dragon pendant.

[Because you don't want your sister Jeanne to become aware of Fafnir's existence.]

"You said this..."