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

"What's that look in your eyes?"

"Brother~"

Joan of Arc leaned close to Ian's ear and gently nuzzled him with her head.

"Touch me again... I love this feeling."

Ok.

It seems that the current state is not due to the medication.

Right now, she actually longs for that simplest touch.

"Sigh...you little rascal, I give up."

"Hehe~ I knew my brother would agree!"

You all had a pleasant evening in the end.

Fortunately, this behavior did not have any negative impact on Joan of Arc's condition.

On the contrary, Joan of Arc seems to have derived some kind of solace from this behavior.

She's feeling a little better, but she still needs your care.

A month has passed just like that.

You and she still occasionally have a pleasant evening together.

And once again, a familiar situation has presented itself before you.

The same worn-out envelope, sealed with wax in the same way.

The brother and sister received another letter from the village of Dongremi.

The content of the letter remained almost unchanged.

However, the letter's wording regarding the hope that Joan of Arc could return to the village became much clearer.

After hearing the contents of the letter, the girl's expression became somewhat worried.

"Is it the same situation as last time?"

“Yes.” Ian nodded, confirming his sister’s statement.

"This letter was also written by Mr. Hancock."

"That--"

Joan of Arc still held a place in the heart of the village of Dúnrémy.

Now that her condition has improved somewhat, she naturally starts to worry about the problems in the village.

"Brother, this is the second letter already! Should we...?"

“We still can’t go back,” Ian replied directly.

"Your illness has only improved a little... What if it worsens on the way back if you go back now?"

"but--"

Joan of Arc looked somewhat troubled.

"This is the second time they've written to us for help... If we continue to ignore them like this, won't it lead to serious consequences?"

You do have some fond memories of Domremi – after all, it's a place you once lived.

You realize that there is some truth to what Joan of Arc said.

After a moment's thought, you've come up with a method that might be suitable for the current situation.

"Jeanne, how about this?"

Ian sat down at the table in the room and took out a slightly yellowed parchment from a drawer.

“We’ll write a letter back and explain our current situation.”

"This way, we've explained the reasons to them... I believe they'll understand us."

“Hmm…” Joan of Arc nodded. “This is the only way for now.”

[In Joan of Arc's dictation, you subtly explained in your letter the reason why you could not return to Domrémy.]

You think this might be a letter that can explain the problem.

The situation may ease somewhat after it arrives in the village of Domremi.

But things didn't go as smoothly as you imagined.

A month later.

Looking at the familiar wax seal on the envelope, Ian knew it was another letter from Domremi Village.

This is the third letter in three months.

Ian hesitated several times, but finally took it apart.

As expected, just like the previous two times, this letter still hoped that Joan of Arc could return to the village of Domrémy.

The letter offered only trivial and inconsequential responses to the siblings' previous explanations.

In addition, this time the wording also conveyed a sense that "if they don't come back, the village of Dongremi is very likely to face disaster."

"..."

You feel like something's not quite right.

After all, if I had seen the contents of the previous reply, I would never have said such a thing.

You decide to pretend nothing happened.

However, Joan of Arc noticed all of this.

After three months of recuperation, Joan of Arc's health had not fully recovered, but she had recovered quite well.

"elder brother?"

"Any more letters from the village?"

Hearing this sound, Ian regretted that his movements hadn't been clean and efficient enough.

However, now that he's been discovered, he doesn't intend to hide it.

"Yes."

Such an answer filled Joan of Arc's beautiful blue eyes with anticipation.

"That--"

"Do they understand our situation?"

“No.” Ian shook his head.

"They really hope you can come back to the village."

"And it seems that if you don't go back, the situation in the village will get very bad."

"This……"

Joan of Arc frowned slightly.

"How did it become like this?"

“I don’t know,” Ian said, looking at his sister. “But something just doesn’t feel right.”

"Something's not right?"

"Hmm... after all, if they had seen our last reply, they probably wouldn't have said that again this time, right?"

A hint of caution flickered in Ian's eyes.

“There’s always this feeling of ‘as long as you come back, that’s all that matters.’”

"..."

Joan of Arc remained silent for a moment before cautiously asking again.

"So, brother, you mean..."

“We’re not going back,” Ian replied. “And we shouldn’t reply to his letters either.”

"..."

Joan of Arc fell silent once again.

After a long silence, she spoke again:

"Brother... I think I need to go back."

"What?" Ian asked anxiously. "There's no way we should go back, is there?"

"But--"

Joan of Arc's eyes were filled with worry.

“This is their third time... I can’t ignore this request.”

“But what if something goes wrong?” Ian countered.

"What if I'm really needed?"

"..."

"..."

“Since you’re worried, brother, then let me go back alone. Even if something goes wrong, you can continue to command the rest of the people.”

"..."

"Sigh." Ian sighed deeply.

"I see."

"Since you feel the need to go back—"

"Then let's go back together."

Joan of Arc's kindness made it impossible for her to ignore the aid offered by the village of Domrémy.