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

Inside a room somewhere in the village.

Joan of Arc's daytime village girl outfit had been neatly folded and placed on the bed beside her.

She herself planned to perform some kind of prayer ritual from the nuns.

This was the first time she had tried doing this.

The blonde girl pulled out a bottle of wine from behind her back—something she had bought in advance from the proprietress.

There was a pop.

Joan of Arc pulled out the cork and set it aside.

Gurgling.

The blonde girl took a few sips of ordinary liquor, but instead of swallowing, she held it in her lips.

Kneeling on the ground with her hands clasped in prayer, she looked at her brother on the bed in front of her—asking if he could begin to pray.

Ian, of course, did not refuse his sister's request.

He nodded, indicating that it was okay.

Ever since——

The wine in the girl's mouth began to soak into something.

Feeling guilty, Joan of Arc took this opportunity to reflect on her past actions that had burdened her brother.

She softly chanted the scriptures of atonement, and gently inscribed her own kiss on the sacred pillar in the sea of ​​wine.

The sacred pillars then surged back and forth, creating a purple wave—a response from the symbiotic beings of the saints.

As I ventured out into the still night, the sea surface shimmered with tiny white lights, adorning the crimson expanse.

At the end, the young girl drank the wine that served as atonement and smiled happily.

"We're even again with my brother!"

Joan of Arc looked up at him, her eyes filled with love.

"Great."

After the initial thrill, Ian felt a sense of unease.

He was genuinely afraid that his sister wouldn't have a good life.

You had a great time.

Joan of Arc truly loved things that brought you happiness.

[So engrossed in her sleep, she slept very peacefully, even uttering a variety of mumbled words.]

"Brother, you're amazing!" "I love it when you're like this, brother!"

Such shameful remarks kept coming out of her mouth.

This should have been a cause for celebration.

After all, in a sense, this is also a sign that she deeply loves you—even her dreams are filled with your image.

But right now, you just can't feel happy.

The happier Joan of Arc appeared, the more you feared something might destroy it all in the future.

You always want to pave the way for her future—but something always seems to stand in your way, preventing you from doing so.

There is no such thing as a one-size-fits-all solution.

Realizing this, you were plunged into deep pain.

You couldn't sleep, lying beside your sleeping sister.

It's quiet at night.

The boy, who was covering his forehead, looked quite disheveled.

Ian found himself seemingly caught in some kind of terrifying obsession.

He is extremely anxious and unable to calmly consider the essence of the problem as he usually does.

But at this very moment—

The black dragon-shaped pendant around the boy's neck emitted a faint glow.

“Pierre,” Fafnir’s voice came from inside.

"What's wrong with you?"

The voice of the Dragon Mask helped Ian regain some of his former composure.

This is an absolutely trustworthy side of yourself.

“Fafner, I…”

You shared what you saw and heard today with another side of yourself.

This kind of venting has eased some of the pressure in your heart.

You realize that he is indeed a good person to confide in.

"A very powerful magician?" Fafnir's voice was full of doubt. "Could it be that arrogant guy who calls himself Rafe again?"

“No.” Ian shook his head. “This time it’s definitely not Rafe.”

"Because the magician is a woman."

"This……"

Fafnir was momentarily at a loss for words.

After all, compared to his human form, his dragon form actually had far less experience.

He thought for a moment, then asked again.

Have you ever heard of this magician before?

“No.” Ian quickly shook his head in denial.

"I had never heard of such a magician until Joan of Arc and I left there."

"Ah."

“Then we shouldn’t worry, right?” Fafnir’s tone lightened.

"After all, if she were really that capable... I think it would have spread throughout the English and French armies long ago."

"A reputation that only spread after a major defeat makes one look like a sinner brought in to take responsibility."

That's an interesting statement.

Ian paused for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Fafner, are you trying to comfort me?"

"If you want to understand it that way, it's not impossible." Dragon's Face made no attempt to hide his purpose.

"I feel that there's no point in you being so anxious... You might as well go back to being the person who would do anything for your sister."

"I think that version of you better matches my perception."

"..."

"Correct."

"you're right."

Fafnir's advice has eased your anxiety.

You realize there's still so much you can do for Joan of Arc.

[And being anxious is the most meaningless and worthless of all.]

[Having calmed down, you begin to consider the situation at hand.]

You have figured out your current purpose.

He and Joan of Arc needed to travel across almost half of France to return to the village of Domrémy where they had once lived.

This process can be used to gather information about the female magician.

After all, if English soldiers in small villages like this could know something, there must be some relevant information elsewhere as well.

maybe--

I was actually able to piece together information about this magician.

Having calmed down completely, Ian redefined his goals that night.

He wouldn't let anyone hurt his sister.

You and Joan of Arc continue your journey back to the village.

However, unlike before, you have a more specific goal on this journey.

That was to find out the identity of the magician who claimed he could bring victory to England.

But it's not as simple as it seems—almost everyone only knows the basics.

Until this day, you and Joan of Arc arrived in this village.

You met a girl.

And her name—

His name is François Plelatti.

209. The yandere purple-haired girl is approaching / Flying Princess / Chasing Merlin is very cool (4k)

Your first meeting with Prieratti was actually quite by chance.

[This encounter only happened because Joan of Arc was tired and went to bed early, and you wanted to gather more information about that English magician.]

It was a snowy night.

Ian walked out of the room where he was staying with his sister and went into the lobby.