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

[Of course, this does not include the discussion about magic that follows.]

You will never have another meeting like this on your journey.

After some time, having endured many hardships, you finally returned to Domremi village.

But you never imagined that this very village, where you were born and raised, would betray you.

On the day of your arrival, you were captured by the Burgundians who were waiting there.

That is the simplest yet most effective form of betrayal.

212. The Birth of Another Side of Jeanne d'Arc / The Curse of Princess Yokohime / Betrayal (4k)

This was a long-planned betrayal.

[However, this betrayal was so thorough, so decisive.]

[After the crushing defeat at Orleans, the despicable acts of the English began to spread in corners you are unaware of.]

After you left, the Burgundians, who were allied with them, continued to put pressure on the village of Domrémy, and the accompanying looting became increasingly severe.

Not everyone has the ability to see the big picture.

[In order to save the entire village, without your knowledge, all the villagers unanimously agreed to a "redemption" plan to lure Joan of Arc back.]

In the eyes of these villagers, exchanging Joan of Arc for the long-term peace of Domrémy village was an incredibly worthwhile deal.

Every day, people pray in the church in the village of Domremy.

They clasped their hands together and prayed for Joan of Arc's name, hoping for her early return.

Everything seemed incredibly devout, as if they themselves were the saint.

but--

If you get close to them and listen carefully to what they say after their prayers, you will immediately feel a chill run down your spine.

"Since he is a saint—"

"Sacrificing a little won't hurt, will it?"

"The angels will come to save her anyway!"

"Isn't she someone the Lord has been watching over?!"

The villagers' so-called expectation was nothing more than that Joan of Arc would return to Domrémy as soon as possible because of the deceptive letter, and then dedicate herself to the village where she was born.

From this perspective—

At this very moment, every prayer that fills the air of the village is actually the whisper of the devil.

They were despicable; they had already nailed Joan of Arc to the cross, a symbol of sacrifice, in their hearts.

Even though she had once saved this village.

This is a scam.

The moment you stepped into the village, you and Joan of Arc were immediately surrounded by Burgundians lying in ambush.

You didn't even have time to become a dragon—because you never imagined the villagers' betrayal would be so straightforward.

You and Joan of Arc have been captured.

You were put in the same cell.

[And Plerati disappeared during this process.]

Moonlit night.

Everything happened so quickly that it felt like a dream.

But the prison poles standing before him were telling Ian one thing undeniably:

These are all true.

The villagers made the decision to betray the sworn brother and sister simply for a moment of peace in Dom Remy village.

The boy sighed.

He reached out and touched the vertical poles in front of him.

as predicted--

It contains extremely powerful magic.

If this is not untied, even if he transforms into a dragon, he will not be able to take Joan of Arc out of here.

But this is not something that is incomprehensible.

After all, in the eyes of the English, Joan of Arc was a saint who had met with angels. If they didn't use magic of this caliber to strongly stop her, she might have escaped on the very night she was captured.

But the problem is-

Joan of Arc was not a true saint.

Such magic was... for Joan of Arc

No, for the two of them, it was an insurmountable chasm.

What on earth should we do now?

"elder brother……"

Joan of Arc's voice pulled Ian back from his thoughts.

When he came to his senses, he found his adopted sister huddled in a corner of the cell, trembling with fear.

She hugged her legs with both hands, rested her head on her knees, and looked terrified.

This scene nearly broke Ian's heart, who was his sworn brother.

He temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​dealing with the prison magic and quickly sat down next to his sister.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked as gently as possible:

"Jeanne, what's wrong?"

"..."

"I'm sorry." Joan of Arc's eyes trembled slightly as she spoke words full of apology.

"I shouldn't have said I was coming back... Now my brother and I have been arrested and brought here together."

"I'm stupid, really."

"..."

You realize that Joan of Arc felt betrayed.

But her kind heart prevented her from immediately blaming the villagers of Dongremi.

She, on the contrary, felt that her eagerness to return to the village was holding you back.

You realize that this is definitely not a reasonable idea.

"No, Jeanne."

Ian hugged his stepsister and stroked her head with a slight tremor.

"this is not your fault."

"You're just too kind... so kind that when you learned there was a problem in the village, you wanted to come back as soon as possible."

“You shouldn’t apologize to me for something like this.”

"Jeanne, your kindness is not wrong—the only ones who are wrong are those bastards who take advantage of kindness!"

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc could no longer hold back her tears.

She hugged her sworn brother, buried her head in his arms, and burst into tears.

"Waaaaaaahhhhhh... Why did it turn out like this?!"

The girl's voice was filled with pain.

That was the unspoken sorrow that arises when a kind person is betrayed—this was the first time she had truly felt such a thing.

It turns out that after doing so much for others... I still end up being betrayed without hesitation like this.

"A France like this... should be destroyed."

Another voice, one that even Joan of Arc herself had never heard, arose within her.

[You are unaware of another voice that was born within Joan of Arc's heart.]

It shouldn't have existed, but because of this heartbreaking betrayal, it defied the laws of the world and appeared in this world.

You know nothing about all of this.

All you want to do is comfort your adopted sister.

But Joan of Arc wept for a long time, and only fell into a deep sleep leaning against the wall late at night.

Moonlight streamed in through the high windows of the prison and fell upon Ian.

Amidst the pure white snow, a voice echoed repeatedly in his mind.

We need to go out.

We have to get out.

The boy had only one thought in his mind.

however--

Reality will not change because of personal will.

I can't do that myself.

He wanted to summon the Dragon's Face, but found that it did not respond because it was afraid of turning into a dragon.

But that's not a reason to give up.

The boy tried again and again.

Even though the result wasn't ideal, we must not give up.