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“We agree,” Ian replied. “You can come back to Domremy with us.”

Perhaps they got the answer they wanted.

Plerati's expression showed a slight increase in joy.

"Good."

"In that case, let's get going."

"You also want to go back to that village as soon as possible, right?"

And so began their journey together.

Out of courtesy and gentlemanly conduct, you gave up the carriage space to your adopted sister Joan of Arc and Plelatiti.

However, you didn't expect that Plelatiti would take this opportunity to inquire about you from Joan of Arc.

The carriage moved slowly along the country lane, leaving two tracks in its wake.

Plerati looked at Ian, who was acting as the coachman, and a hint of curiosity appeared in his purple eyes.

"I'm talking about Jeanne."

"Whose children are you and your brother? I've never heard of you before?"

"Eh?"

Plerati's words startled Joan of Arc.

"magician?"

"What magician?"

"..."

The purple-haired girl turned her head and looked at Joan of Arc, who was wrapped up like a little dumpling in her sworn brother's clothes, with a puzzled expression.

"Your brother is a magician...didn't you know that?"

"magician?"

Joan of Arc's eyes widened, revealing a series of surprises.

She shook her head, denying Plerati's statement.

"I don't know... He never told me he was a magician."

"..."

Plerati remained silent.

She glanced at Joan of Arc beside her, then looked at Mafia Ian in front of her, as if she understood something.

"Oh~" She quickly changed the subject.

"Then I must have remembered it wrong?"

"Please pretend I didn't say anything—!"

[You have no idea that Joan of Arc and Prierate had this conversation in the carriage.]

[You have no idea that Prielatti sensed something.]

【Night falls.】

You have arrived at a village.

You've decided to stay here for the night.

You have arrived at the local hostel.

Having just received the key from the landlady, Joan of Arc very sensibly picked up the box containing her and her sworn brother's belongings and headed towards the reserved room.

Ian was about to follow when Plerati grabbed his shoulder.

The boy turned around and looked at the purple-haired girl he had only known for a short time.

"what happened?"

"nothing."

Plerati stared directly at Ian, a complex emotion flickering between her brows.

"Let's go out and chat for a bit later."

You sensed something was off about Prierati's expression.

You realize that she might have something important to say to you.

After hesitating for a moment, you finally decided to grant the request.

"Row."

"But I have to tell Jeanne first."

"Ah."

As agreed, you calmed Joan of Arc down and found an excuse to leave.

She didn't express any doubt about it, she just hoped you could come back soon.

You left the room.

You have met Prierati, who was waiting for you.

You and Plerati left the inn—you didn't want your stepsister Joan to see you meeting with Plerati.

You have arrived at the village road outside.

The land of France was still shrouded in the cold of winter, and a chill enveloped the small village.

Ian's hands trembled slightly—he had left all the thick clothes to his adopted sister.

And Plerati's voice drifted over along with the chill.

"Is it cold?"

"...kind of."

"Then give me your hand," the girl said.

"Um?!"

"hurry up."

Although somewhat puzzled, Ian hesitated for a moment after hearing Plerati's tone, but still extended his hand as she suggested.

His hand was grasped by the purple-haired girl.

The moment they made contact, a wave of warmth washed over them.

Ian immediately understood what was going on—Plerati had used some kind of magic that could keep him warm.

"you……"

Before the boy could finish speaking, the purple-haired girl looked at him and preemptively spoke.

Why did you hide your identity as a magician from your sister?

"Huh?" Ian was taken aback by this. "What are you talking about?"

Don't play dumb with me.

Plerati's gaze sharpened.

"You...you never mentioned to your sister that you were a magician, did you?"

"..."

You were initially surprised—because you knew you hadn't mentioned this to her.

[But you soon realized what was going on—Plelatiti and Joan of Arc had a conversation in the carriage.]

Joan of Arc's reaction made her realize this.

"Well, that's nothing."

Ian responded to the gaze of the purple-haired girl in front of him.

"Even if I don't tell Jeanne that I'm a magician, it won't make any difference, will it?"

"There's really nothing wrong with just this one thing."

"but--"

Plerati stared at Ian in front of him.

"You concealed this identity so that you could take good care of her."

"How could you, a magician, have such thoughts—?!"

"..."

"What does this have to do with you?" Ian retorted.

"Of course it does matter!"

Plerati gripped Ian's hand tightly, stood on tiptoe, and brought her cheek quite close to his.

"You're a magician! A genius magician without a family background!"

"You won't meet someone like you once in a hundred years!"

"You shouldn't be taking care of some younger sister... Someone like you should leave your own mark on the history of magic!"

"She—?! She's just holding you back!"

"Enough!" Ian roared, shoving Plerati's hand away.

"It's your business if you want to study magic; I just want to take good care of my sister."

"She is the most important thing in my life... No magic trick can compare to her!"

Realizing he was getting a little excited, Ian took a deep breath.

"Sorry, let's stop here for today. I have to go back and be with Jeanne."

"Goodbye."