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

The letter was written by Mr. Hancock—your father's best friend.

He was very kind to you all when you were still in the village.

The letter was very brief.

That means something happened in the village.

Although not explicitly stated, the words conveyed a strong desire for Joan of Arc to return.

You feel like something's not quite right, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

"Brother~"

Joan of Arc, lying on the bed, tilted her head slightly and spoke with a somewhat dazed look in her eyes.

"What happened... I heard there was a letter addressed to me?"

After thinking for a moment, Ian felt that this was not something worth hiding from Joan of Arc.

He truthfully told his sister the contents of the letter.

“Jeanne…this is a letter from the village.”

After all, it's the place where the brother and sister were born and raised.

Joan of Arc still fondly remembers the village of Domrémy.

So when she heard that the letter came from the village, she immediately became more interested.

"Huh?! What did that letter say?!"

"Uh... I just hope we can go back for a visit."

"This……"

[My reaction was similar to yours; Joan of Arc hadn't expected the letter to contain this kind of information either.]

For a moment, she didn't know how to respond.

"That--"

Joan of Arc sat up and looked at her brother.

"Brother... what do you think we should do?"

"..."

Ian met his sister's gaze.

"I think... it might be better to leave it for now."

You didn't make this decision out of heartlessness.

[Instead, you considered many reasons why it's currently impossible to return directly to Domremi Village.]

[First, there was Joan of Arc's illness.]

You are currently located in the southeastern part of France, while the village of Domrémy is located in the north.

This means that to get back, one would have to cross almost half of France—passing through many areas still under English and Burgundian control.

Therefore, once you actually embark on the journey, it is destined to be fraught with danger.

Secondly, the current situation of the army does not allow Joan of Arc to leave just like that.

After all, everyone is following her lead.

If we leave rashly without making other arrangements, it will inevitably lead to an extremely chaotic situation.

You shared your thoughts with Joan of Arc—and she understood everything.

Although she was still very worried, she decided to do as you said.

You have temporarily set aside this letter from the village of Domremi.

Joan of Arc's illness was more serious than expected.

More than half a month has passed, and her condition has not improved much; she still looks sickly.

Fortunately, Ian had anticipated this situation.

Over the course of the past two weeks, his magic skills have become increasingly refined, and he has been creating "miracles" in the army.

This includes, but is not limited to, the magnificent flames that ignite at midnight, or the sudden thunderclap that occurs when someone approaches Joan of Arc's resting place.

The actions of her brother completely shrouded the younger sister in mystery.

and so--

Although Joan of Arc did not appear in public for more than half a month, no one questioned it.

Ian disguised a serious illness as a meeting to receive divine revelation.

But Joan of Arc herself was unaware of this—she was completely immersed in the happiness of being a wife, having been cared for by Ian because of her illness.

However, the girl also felt a bit guilty.

After all, she understood how troublesome it was to take care of someone.

"Ah~~"

"what--"

After feeding his younger sister the medicine just like when they were children, Ian gently stroked the girl's soft hair and coaxed her.

"Okay, you've finished your medicine."

"Rest now... You'll feel better when you wake up."

After saying this, Ian stood up and prepared to walk out of the room—he had to help his sister deal with the pile of things that had accumulated.

But at that moment, Joan of Arc reached out and grabbed her brother, stopping him.

Her face flushed slightly, and her tone carried a hint of shyness.

"Brother, can we not leave yet?"

Upon hearing this, Ian, who always doted on his younger sister, immediately stopped in his tracks.

"Jeanne, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing~" Joan of Arc looked at Ian, her eyes already full of love.

"I just want to ask my brother a question."

"Problem? What problem?"

"that is--"

Joan of Arc, incredibly shy yet resolute, took Ian's hand.

He was told to move to the empty spot on the bed next to him.

"Brother, would you like to stay?"

"..."

Ian sensed something and, without hesitation, pulled his hand back.

"I don't want to, and I don't need to."

“Jeanne, you should rest now and not say such things.”

"Eh?!" Joan of Arc became somewhat anxious. "Brother, do you hate me now?"

"It's not that I hate you... it's just that you're still sick and need to rest properly."

"It's almost fully recovered!"

“Where is it almost done?!” Ian replied in a stern older brother tone.

"Are you treating your brother like an idiot? Or do you think your brother hasn't taken care of you at all these past few days?"

"..."

Joan of Arc lowered her head and muttered to herself.

“But I feel so sorry for my brother… His wife is right beside him, but he’s been working like a servant for a whole month.”

"As a wife, haven't I already failed miserably?"

"..."

You realize that Joan of Arc was very concerned about his status as a wife.

If I don't respond to her, the situation might get even worse.

You softened your heart.

"That--"

Ian's hands trembled slightly.

"Let's sit for a while."

"Good~"

It was such a simple thing. Yet Joan of Arc was as happy as a child.

She snuggled against her brother's arm and rubbed against him gently like a kitten.

but--

Because of her illness, she was too weak to move properly and her movements became much slower after a short while.

With few options, Ian could only turn the tables and start stroking her head to soothe her.

I don't know if it's the effect of the medicine or the physical changes brought about by the illness.

Ian could clearly sense that his sister was more like a cat than usual.

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After sensing that Joan of Arc was probably tired, Ian decided to let her continue to rest, while he would take care of the affairs for her.

"Alright...shouldn't we rest now?"

"..."