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

As Ian walked away, Plerati's expression gradually became distorted.

"No, absolutely not!"

"It's absurd to let a genius magician waste his talent taking care of his sister!"

"This isn't right!!!!"

The purple-haired girl clenched her fists, as if she had made up her mind.

And at some point in the future, it will transform into a murderous intent towards Joan of Arc.

211. Joan of Arc seems to be catching someone cheating / The Magician's Weakness / Madness (4k)

[Plerati did not directly reveal this murderous intent to you.]

On the contrary, after that day, she behaved like a normal person.

However, this did not make you less wary of her.

You know that deep down she's still a crazy magician.

You are intentionally avoiding any time alone between Joan of Arc and Plelatino.

But you didn't expect that this would instead attract Joan of Arc's attention.

She began to worry.

"Brother~"

Upon hearing the voice of his adopted sister Joan of Arc, Ian quickly turned around.

"Jeanne, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"that is--"

Joan of Arc glanced furtively at Plerati beside her, her expression showing great tension.

"Brother... why do you seem to be avoiding her lately?"

"Is it because you're afraid I'll get angry if I see it?"

"..."

Ian glanced at Plerati, then quickly returned his gaze to Joan of Arc in front of him.

"That's not true."

"I just felt that I should spend more time with you."

"Eh?!"

Upon hearing her sworn brother's incredibly blunt words, Joan of Arc blushed instantly.

But then, as if remembering something, she shook her head.

"Brother, you can't go on like this!"

"No?" Ian frowned slightly. "Why not? Do you dislike your brother doing this?"

"That's not how it is!" Joan of Arc quickly waved her hand, denying her sworn brother's statement.

"Didn't my brother say before... that he wanted to get more information about that English magician from her?"

"If you put all your energy into me right now—"

"You can't do that, can you?"

"..."

You realize that your sister Joan of Arc has taken to heart what you said that day.

She's worried that she's affecting your "plans" because she can't seem to get anything done.

You decided to alleviate her concerns.

"It's alright." Ian reached out and gently stroked his stepsister's head.

A soft touch quickly returned to his hand.

"Jeanne did not affect her brother's plans."

"but--"

"If I go to her directly now, won't Jeanne get angry right away?"

“Brother!” Joan of Arc pouted.

Do I look like such an unreasonable younger sister?

"If you're doing something important—"

"I definitely won't be angry."

“...That’s true.” Ian nodded and smiled slightly. “I understand.”

"Since you've put it that way, I'll immediately turn my attention back to this."

"Hmm!" Joan of Arc smiled sweetly, then suddenly seemed to remember something important.

"That's right, brother."

"Ok?"

"Never mind, it's nothing~"

Joan of Arc looked at her sworn brother, her smile still radiant.

She actually planned to ask him if he had secretly become a magician without telling her when.

But then I thought about it again—

This kind of thing is not important at all.

Whether he's a magician or not, he's still the same person who loves himself.

And even if they were hiding it from me, there must have been a reason, right?

Joan of Arc's understanding eased your mood somewhat.

You realize that being overly wary of Plerati will make your adopted sister nervous.

Besides, you do have some questions you want to ask her.

You decide to talk to her as soon as possible.

Inside a guesthouse in a village.

This was already the umpteenth village the three had reached—the roads were always more difficult to travel in winter than in summer, so they had to stop at many more villages.

At this moment.

Ian and Plerati were sitting on either side of a round wooden table.

Two glasses of fine wine rested quietly on the table, silently conveying the impenetrable distance between the two.

"I said--"

Plerati glanced casually at the corner of the hallway.

Joan of Arc, clinging to the edge of the wall, peeked out with half her head out, looking towards where her sworn brother was.

She looked very worried, but seemed to be holding back from something and didn't dare to come out.

"Your precious little sister is still watching over this place."

"If you just sit down in front of me like this, aren't you afraid she'll get angry?"

“If it’s just this kind of problem, I don’t think you need to worry about it, Prierati.”

Ian answered calmly.

"After all, I am able to sit here now largely because Jeanne suggested that I do this."

"so--"

"You don't need to worry that Jeanne will be angry."

“Really?” Plerati curled his lip. “I don’t think so.”

"Because I feel—"

The purple-haired girl reached out and touched the back of Ian's hand.

"She's probably not as magnanimous as you think."

Sure enough, just as Plerati has now predicted.

The moment her hand touched Ian's, Joan of Arc, who had been hiding calmly to the side, suddenly became anxious, as if she were about to jump out and catch them in the act.

but--

Before Plelatiti could even test the limits of Joan of Arc's patience...

Ian immediately shook off her hand and asked coldly.

"If I'm not mistaken, Jeanne should be watching from nearby, right?"

"..."

[Plerati was somewhat surprised.]

She never expected you to realize this so quickly.

She couldn't help but wonder how you knew.

"You guessed it so quickly."

Plerati looked at the boy in front of him with great interest—even though he already had a maturity that was completely inconsistent with his age.

"Did you already know that your sister was nearby?"

“At first, I just thought it was a possibility,” Ian replied to Plerati with neither humility nor arrogance, “but your actions have confirmed it for me.”

"My actions?"