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Ian took back the pendant containing his dragon mask from Joan of Arc's hand.

"It's something our mother left us."

"What our mother left us?"

Joan repeated what Ian had said, her expression initially one of surprise, but quickly turning into deep nostalgia.

Although she doesn't have many memories of her mother, the girl still remembers her mother clearly.

After all, she was very good to herself and her brother—at least until she left this world.

"So, why did Mom keep this?"

"It's for our unforeseen needs," Ian replied to his sister, half-jokingly.

“This pendant is very valuable…Mom probably knew that Dad’s condition was already very serious, so she left this to us.”

"If I ever need money urgently, I'll sell it."

"Fortunately, we've never had such an opportunity."

"Hmm...that's it."

At this point, Joan of Arc seemed to suddenly remember something, and her expression became somewhat tense.

"Speaking of which-"

"If Mom knew that my brother and I got married, she would be very angry, right?"

"..."

This is a rather pointed question.

[You know, if you don't give a good answer, it might really upset Joan of Arc.]

Fortunately, you're not the kind of person who does things purely out of recklessness.

Before accepting your sister's sincere feelings, you had already seriously considered this inevitable problem.

You decide to share your thoughts with your younger sister—even if they aren't the right answers, they might at least offer some comfort in the moment.

"Do not."

Ian shook his head, then looked at his sister with a serious expression.

"If Mom knew all this... I don't think she would be angry."

"Eh, why?" Joan of Arc looked at her brother.

"Because -"

"Mom also wants to protect you well, and I am someone who will definitely do my best to do so."

"So, if I were to marry Jeanne, she... would at least feel at ease."

Ian wasn't talking nonsense.

He knew that his mother desperately wanted to protect his younger sister, Joan of Arc.

otherwise--

She wouldn't risk her life to use a magic trick that could completely separate the human face from the dragon face.

of course.

This claim could very well be just Ian's wishful thinking.

But since things have come to this point, it would be pointless, even extremely foolish, to let my sister dwell on this matter.

Rather than letting her live in constant regret, it's better to let her cast off these constraints and embrace a new life.

Own--

I don't want to see her sad.

As for any divine curse, one can only hope that it will fall entirely upon oneself and not affect one's sister Joan of Arc in the slightest.

"Is that so?"

Joan of Arc's expression relaxed.

The only person she ever suspected about her brother was—

When he was eight years old, he sneaked out to play with his father and got a beating, but he insisted that it didn't hurt at all.

The girl felt very happy.

Bathed in the morning sunlight, she took her lover's hand beside her.

"That--"

"Will my brother love me forever?"

"Ah."

Ian gently kissed Joan's forehead.

"In my entire life... I will only love Miss Jeanne."

"Me too."

Joan of Arc responded softly.

"I... will only love Mr. Pierre."

In times of war, such an oath seems somewhat flimsy.

only--

Both of them firmly believed that this was the future they were destined to reach.

But war will not stop because of sentimentality.

[After the loss of five dragons in Orleans, and the news of Charles VII's coronation in Reims, the usually composed English royal family could no longer remain silent.]

They began to inquire about the story of Joan of Arc, the saint who supposedly killed five dragons in a single night.

They found the Burgundians.

Both sides were plotting something extremely insidious—after all, the liberation of France had damaged their shared interests.

They began to take action.

However, you are unaware of all this, and it's impossible for you to be.

Because at this very moment, you are taking care of your sister Joan of Arc—she is ill.

Joan of Arc was not a true saint, nor did she receive any so-called angelic blessing or divine grace.

The continuous battles over the past few months have already taken a toll on her body.

After crossing a river, the invincible girl fell ill.

Having gone through what happened that year, Ian knew that Joan's illness was something that absolutely could not be revealed casually.

After all, in a sense, she was no longer just a simple girl, but proof that France was blessed by the Lord, someone who had met with angels.

She is a saint.

and so--

Ian did not tell anyone about Joan's illness.

He declared to the public, in his capacity as the commander of the royal guard, that Joan of Arc had once again received divine revelation and would need to study it in seclusion for the foreseeable future.

No one questioned it.

In their eyes, Joan of Arc was truly able to communicate with the Lord.

She is a saint bestowed upon France by God, a miracle that saved everything.

You took care of Joan of Arc all by yourself, just as she had taken care of you when you were unconscious.

This is something that needs to be kept absolutely secret—you are not allowed to let anyone see what she looks like now.

But it must be said that—

After falling ill, Joan of Arc became even more fond of acting coquettishly.

Or should I say... I was confused?

"Brother, let me see your penis!"

"No, let's talk about it after I'm better."

"Just take a look!"

Not even once.

"My brother is a stingy person!"

"Is this your fault for being stingy? Now drink your medicine obediently!"

"Ugh...hateful!"

After finally getting his sister to drink the medicine, Ian heard noises outside the door.

"Commander-in-Chief... here is a letter from you."

You received the letter on Joan of Arc's behalf.

You read the letter in front of her—after all, she's illiterate, and in the end, you'll be the one reading it.

But this time, the contents of the letter took you by surprise.

This is--

A letter from the village of Domremi, where the two of them came from!

207. Joan of Arc turned into a cat? /Want to be a good wife/ A plea for help from the village of Dom Remy (4k)

The envelope itself was crumpled, but the wax seal was still very well preserved.

Clearly, it was transferred many times along the way before finally arriving here.

Ian unwrapped the letter and began to examine its contents.