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"Using the city of Luoyan as a pretext, they shouted the name of Beelzebub."

"Here and now, all things obey my will."

The girl's gaze fell on Joan of Arc, who was embracing her sworn brother, and her eyes were filled with hatred.

She hated her sanctity.

And... that excessive pampering from him.

"The English—"

"Go and burn her alive in this city right now!"

214. My Adopted Brother is an Angel (4k, Volume Six Complete)

The purest jealousy can breed the most terrible curse.

An illusion created by Plerati's magic enveloped the city that wanted to put Joan of Arc to trial in an instant.

The crowd that had initially looked at the sworn siblings with blessings suddenly "changed" their attitude.

Their eyes glowed red, and they muttered the same cold words.

"Burn her to death!"

"Burn her to death!"

Shouts filled the air, surrounding the brother and sister, creating a scene resembling a massacre.

The entire city seemed to have transformed into a giant courtroom, where Joan of Arc was to be executed.

The girl was somewhat at a loss as she watched the crowd approaching step by step.

"What's going on here?!"

"..."

[You are aware of much more than you can perceive about Joan of Arc, who is only seen on the surface.]

You discover that there is a lot of magic flowing in the air.

You know it's these magical forces that are affecting them.

You realize that only Prierati would do something like this at this time.

You suddenly realize that she is the legendary English magician—and that's probably why she escaped unscathed from the Burgundian ambush.

But at this moment, all of this has completely lost its meaning.

"Burn her to death!"

"Burn her to death!"

As frenzied shouts rang out, the encirclement formed by the crowd was steadily shrinking.

Ian knew that things couldn't go on like this.

Before he could explain further, he grabbed his adopted sister Joan of Arc's hand.

"Jeanne, stay close to me!"

You led Joan of Arc through the city.

You used a lot of magic in this process.

"Brother...so you really are a magician?"

“I’m sorry, Jeanne, I’ve never told you about this before.”

"No need to apologize." Joan of Arc, panting heavily from running, forced a smile.

"I do not mind."

Hearing this, Ian felt a sharp pang in his heart.

"Really...that's great."

You fled into this city, a place steeped in blood and hatred.

But as this escape continued, new problems arose.

The magic released by Prierati was simply too powerful.

It can not only control people's actions in the form of illusion, but also erode the vitality of those affected like a plague and disease.

Many people in this process have become like monsters, with only the phrase "Burn her to death" remaining as the guiding principle for their actions.

For Ian—

He had used all his magical knowledge to protect Joan of Arc to the best of his ability.

For this reason, he even went so far as to expose himself to this terrifying magic—simply hoping to keep her as far away from these unclean things as possible.

Even so, Joan of Arc was still greatly affected, and her vitality was constantly being eroded.

Carried on her sworn brother's back, her face was pale, and she even had difficulty speaking.

If this continues, she will probably die here before she can escape this bloody place.

Your mind has grasped one thing with absolute clarity.

That means things can't continue like this.

You must leave here as soon as possible.

At this moment, you remember your dragon-shaped pendant.

Jeanne.

Upon hearing her brother's voice, Joan of Arc responded as positively as possible, despite her extreme weakness.

"Yeah, I'm here."

Ian felt a pang of heartache upon hearing his stepsister Joan's faint, weak voice.

But he knew now was not the time to dwell on such things.

"Jeanne, listen to me."

"No matter what you see later... don't be afraid."

"Huh?" Joan of Arc asked, somewhat puzzled. "Brother, what's going on...?"

"Please, just say yes, okay?"

"……Um."

Joan of Arc continued to trust her brother as always.

Upon hearing this response, Ian reached for his dragon-shaped pendant.

A black light flowed out from it and enveloped the boy.

Fafnir's voice echoed in his ears.

"Pierre... are you serious?"

"If you become me again, you will disappear."

“I know.” Ian’s voice trembled slightly, but it was firm. “But there is no other way now.”

"Fafner, please help me one last time."

The Dragon Face did not respond to the Human Face.

But the black light grew brighter and brighter.

Thump, thump—!

Ughhhhhhh!!!

The earth cracked open, and a piercing shriek shot into the sky.

A giant black dragon appeared in the city that was trying to judge the saint.

You've discovered you can now control the dragon's body.

But at the same time, you sense something terrifying—your self-perception is gradually becoming like Fafner's.

The aspect of him as "Pierre" is becoming increasingly blurred.

You realize that this is what Fafner meant by "disappearance."

but--

None of that matters anymore.

At this moment, all I want is to get my sister out of this terrible city.

Carrying a panicked but still obediently following its previous words, the dragon clung tightly to its girl, and then flapped its thick wings.

A gust of wind swept across the ground, knocking down all the "people" who had turned into monsters.

The black figure soared toward the sky—the place where magic was at its thinnest.

Once you get there, there's a good chance you'll be able to leave the city.

however--

Things weren't as easy as they seemed.

"Did I say you could leave?!"

As Prieratti's roar echoed from afar, another enormous black figure appeared in the city.

At this moment, she revealed her true form—a demon named Beelzebub, the lord of hell, and one of the seventy-two demons of Solomon.

"Didn't you want your sister to become a saint?!"

"Then you'd better stay here obediently!"

"Watch her get burned to ashes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red hand pounded towards the black dragon in the sky.

Boom!