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

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The dragon crashed to the ground, creating a large crater.

Joan of Arc was also thrown away by the force of the impact.

But despite her bleeding head, she paid no heed to the pain—because her sworn brother, who had transformed into a dragon, had chosen to land on his back to protect her.

That's the way to harm yourself the most.

"elder brother!"

The girl's shout drew the surrounding "people" to come closer one after another.

"Burn her to death!"

They shouted the same phrase, and then, as before, tightened their encirclement.

"..."

Joan of Arc was speechless.

She never imagined things would turn out this way—she even forgot to run away because of it.

The saint's final fate seemed to be sealed at this moment.

but--

"You all go to hell!"

The dragon, struck down to the ground, let out a ferocious roar and then spewed forth a torrent of flames.

The blazing fire devoured all the demonized "people," and soon burned them all to ashes.

Joan of Arc watched this scene unfold.

My consciousness suddenly returned to that rainy night many years ago.

flame.

Black feathers.

Everything overlapped.

My own brother... is actually the angel?!

But before Joan of Arc could think any further, the black dragon grabbed her and charged once more toward the sky, the only way to escape the city.

"madness!"

Having revealed Beelzebub's true form, Plerati certainly couldn't just watch Yilong and the other leave right in front of him.

"You think you can get away?!"

Even the most powerful dragon is extremely vulnerable in the face of an evil god with unlimited magical power.

The crimson hand that Plerati conjured struck the dragon once more.

Another thud!

The dragon was once again struck down to the ground, sending rubble and debris flying in all directions like waves, billowing up plumes of black smoke.

"Lie down there quietly!"

"Watch closely as your sister is burned to death!"

however--

As the black smoke dissipated, the severely damaged black dragon actually stood up again.

His wings flapped, creating waves of wind, and then he once again soared into the blood-stained sky!

once.

twice.

three times.

The black dragon was repeatedly knocked back to the ground, but it was always able to rise again and again.

His body was already covered in wounds, and even most of his wings were broken.

According to common sense—

This should have been a situation where there was absolutely no way to continue fighting.

but.

He remained standing there, as if the attacks from Prierati had caused no harm at all.

"impossible."

"Absolutely impossible."

Plerati looked at the black dragon standing in the ruins of the city and shook his head as if he were questioning the meaning of life.

"How are you still able to stand up?!"

“Yes…” Sparks flew from the black dragon’s mouth, “It has indeed reached its limit.”

"But if I fall now—"

"It's not possible, it is."

"If I fall... no one else will protect Jeanne."

"Then let her die!" Plerati roared. "Can't you see how many people want her dead?!"

"But I don't want her to die!"

Blood-red light emanated from the black dragon's eyes.

"What gives you the right to decide her life so arbitrarily?!"

"She didn't do anything wrong!!"

"Uhhhhhhhh-!"

The dragon roared and then charged into the sky once more.

"Her existence is a mistake—!"

Plerati stared wide-eyed, his previous composure completely gone.

"die!"

"You die too!"

Completely losing its mind, the Demon Pillar avatar once again slammed down on the giant dragon that was carrying its sister as it soared through the sky.

But this time——

But the situation is completely different.

She found herself unable to stop him—he seemed to be aided by some powerful magic.

[The Dragon's Erosion EX talent has been activated: You, now a dragon, have reconnected to the Holy Grail that exists in this era.]

You paid the price with your life, and from that you drew enough magic.

[The talent "Endless Fury EX" has been activated: You have transformed all the magic power of the Holy Grail into raging flames.]

[You used this curtain of fire to forcefully break through the Demon God Pillar Bebushi, who was far stronger than you.]

With your last breath, you flew away from the city that had sought to judge Joan of Arc, leaving her in her astonished gaze.

A huge figure swept across the sky, then went lower and lower until it crashed heavily to the ground.

Ian, beneath the Dragon's Mask, did indeed break through Plerati's blockade.

But as a price, he also reached his limit.

The dragon released its claws and placed Joan of Arc on the ground.

"well enough?"

"……Um."

"That's good... Let's go now." The battered dragon gently nudged Joan of Arc with its claws. "Brother is a little tired and wants to rest here for a while."

"I won't leave." Tears streamed from Joan of Arc's eyes.

"Brother...you were actually the angel back then, weren't you?"

"..."

“That’s not true.” The dragon’s voice was quite weak. “How could my brother be an angel… Jeanne, don’t talk nonsense.”

"No, my brother is an angel!"

"My brother is really not an angel."

The dragon looked at the girl before it.

"Jeanne, you must firmly believe that you are the one chosen by God."

"No one has the right to judge you... much less the right to call you a heretic."

"You have the right to live well, and you must live well."

"so--"

"Let's leave now and find somewhere to hide, okay?"