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

Knowing this, you also understand that you absolutely cannot change her mind.

【So--】

Let's continue to protect her and her kindness.

You're planning to go back to Donremi Village.

Little did they know, this would be an extremely dangerous journey.

208. Joan of Arc's earnest prayer / Another magician / The dragon's guidance (4k)

[You did consider whether you could send soldiers back to Don Remy instead of having Joan of Arc travel all the way back.]

But you quickly realize that this is by no means a suitable solution.

[One reason is that you worry the soldiers sent back won't truly dedicate themselves to helping the villagers.]

On the other hand, it's because you and Joan of Arc know the village of Domremy quite well.

If not handled properly, it might expose your true relationship on the spot.

In comparison, if there really is a desire to return to Domremi Village, only you and your brother can do it.

Of course, you also know that if they left quietly like this, the French army would certainly fall into chaos.

[So you first claim that Joan of Arc received divine revelation and must return to the village of Domrémy, where she once lived.]

The troops must not act rashly until she returns.

This measure has indeed proven effective.

Your statement quickly gained the support of Charles VII.

Having witnessed your private wedding, he's, in a sense, already a good friend of yours and Joan of Arc's.

[Not to mention, he already firmly believed that Joan of Arc was an envoy sent by God, so naturally he would not stand against you now.]

After everything was arranged, you and Joan of Arc embarked on your journey back to the village.

It was winter, and a series of cold winds swept across the French land.

A plain-looking horse-drawn carriage is slowly making ruts on a country road.

"Cough cough."

The girl's coughing came from inside, which made the boy beside her anxious as well.

He spoke in a voice tinged with reproach, yet also with deep concern and affection:

"See, Jeanne, I told you you weren't better yet!"

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

Joan of Arc covered her mouth and apologized softly.

Her petite body would tremble from time to time with violent coughing, making her look very pitiful and evoking pity in people.

Seeing his sister like this, Ian, despite his anger, calmed down in an instant.

"Oh, you..."

Ian sighed and then pulled up the curtains on both sides of the carriage.

He hoped this would make his sister feel better.

He couldn't bear to see her suffer.

Not at all.

In this somewhat unfortunate situation, you arrived at a small village in your horse-drawn carriage.

This is a village under the armed control of the English; groups of soldiers can be seen everywhere.

However, you're not worried about your sister being discovered by these Englishmen.

[Because before they set off, you had already made her change out of her usual very conspicuous clothes and disguise herself to some extent.]

Now she just looks like a relatively pretty village girl.

In a sense, half of what you feared has become a reality—she did become a village girl, but at least she got married.

However, you remained cautious—you didn't want anything to happen to your sister.

But the reality was much the same as expected; not many people cared about your arrival.

After all, population movement is a perfectly normal occurrence during wartime.

[There are certainly many others like you who are fleeing.]

You should feel fortunate about this—your greatest need right now is to remain unnoticed.

Although her physical condition was not very good, Joan of Arc's appetite was not affected.

Perhaps because of the bumpy ride, she seemed to want to eat more than usual.

Seeing his sister panting heavily, Ian felt a little better.

Just then, several English soldiers pushed open the tavern door and walked in.

They waved their hands:

"Boss lady, a few bottles of wine, as usual!"

"coming!"

Although they were not worried that the English soldiers would discover them and Joan of Arc.

However, out of caution to protect his sister, Ian still secretly observed them.

He wanted to ensure that his sister would not be harmed.

The two English soldiers probably didn't expect that someone was secretly watching their conversation at this moment.

So after they received the wine from the proprietress, they started chatting casually.

"Hey, did you hear?! Apparently, a really powerful person has arrived from up there!"

"A very capable person?!"

"Yes, she's said to be a very skilled magician... and a girl at that!"

"Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, I heard she plans to help us win this war in a special way... I wonder how she will do it."

"This sounds so unreliable to me...like a scammer."

[A conversation between two English soldiers has caught your attention.]

You listened more carefully to their conversation, hoping to glean more useful information.

Unfortunately, the English soldiers seemed to have only a superficial understanding of the mysterious female magician.

Their conversation quickly shifted to other topics as their glasses clinked.

You realize that the England team may have acquired another powerful foreign player.

This is clearly not good news for France.

After all, the miracle of slaying dragons in Orleans is not so easy to replicate.

If the English were to summon another horde of dragons, France might truly be doomed.

Thinking about all this, you can't help but feel a little worried.

"Brother~"

Joan of Arc's voice pulled Ian back to reality.

She blinked her beautiful blue eyes and looked at her beloved brother with a worried expression.

"Brother, what's wrong? You seem distracted."

"..."

Although you sense that the unknown magician is a very dangerous being.

But you also know perfectly well that telling Joan of Arc about this at this time would only cause her unnecessary trouble.

Ultimately, she was just an ordinary girl.

You don't want her to bear so much pressure.

"It's nothing," Ian smiled slightly. "I just haven't been resting well lately, and I was a little distracted."

"..."

Joan of Arc seemed somewhat guilty upon hearing this.

"Brother...it's all because of me, isn't it?"

"Yes, it definitely exists, but not entirely."

Ian reached out and gently patted his sister's head, trying to reassure her.

"It's alright, Jeanne, don't worry about it."

"..."

Joan of Arc pondered for a moment, then asked the question.

"Brother, shall we rest here tonight?"

"Maybe."

"That--"

Joan of Arc looked at her beloved, her face slightly flushed.

"I'll make it up to my brother tonight~"

Time flies.

Night quickly fell upon the village you and Joan of Arc had arrived in.

You've found a place to rest.