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

"What's that expression on your face?"

Jeanne Alter roared once again.

"Do you share the same thoughts as her?"

Seeing Jeanne Alter causing such a ruckus in front of him, Ian felt a pang of unease.

After all, the so-called Dragon Witch is nothing more than a tragedy born from bearing a lot of malice.

Having no idea what she was doing, could she be considered to have committed an unforgivable mistake?

"Joan of Arc, I..."

Ian's lips were moving, but he couldn't say anything.

But such behavior is enough to express a man's true thoughts.

"Even you..."

A sinister glint appeared in Jeanne Alter's eyes.

At this moment, the Dragon Witch felt nothing but betrayal.

She shook her head, completely unable to accept it.

And at this moment——

Jeanne Alter felt a warmth.

She quickly realized—it was Joan of Arc who had embraced her!

"what are you doing?!"

Having never felt a hug from anyone other than Ian, Jeanne Alter was even having trouble speaking.

"What...what are you doing?!"

"I feel sorry for you."

Joan of Arc's eyes were already a little moist.

She recalled some past experiences—like what she encountered after supposedly meeting with a deity.

"You...you shouldn't have had to take on this kind of responsibility, right?"

This is not the life you should be living.

"..."

Jeanne Alter, who had been struggling just moments before, suddenly quieted down considerably.

"No, I didn't." She turned her face away and muttered softly.

"I really enjoy this kind of life."

"because--"

Black Jeanne grabbed Ian's hand.

"I can sleep in the same bed with him every day."

"That kind of thing is really great."

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc's eyes showed even more sympathy.

"But this has nothing to do with revenge against France anymore, does it?"

"You... just want to be with him."

"..."

Joan of Arc's simple words only confused the already illogical Black Joan of Arc even more.

She was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Then what can I do?!"

"If I didn't have that purpose... I wouldn't deserve to be with him, would I?"

“No, that’s not true.” Joan of Arc shook her head.

"if--"

"If you really just want to be with your brother."

"I think even if you weren't the Dragon Witch, my brother wouldn't refuse you."

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter instinctively looked at Ian.

The Dragon Witch's eyes were completely different now—perhaps she had pondered similar questions long ago?

The man also made his stance very decisive.

"She's right."

Ian gently stroked Jeanne d'Arc's head.

"Even if you're not some kind of dragon witch... you can still stay by my side."

"..."

Two clear tears streamed from the Dragon Witch's eyes.

She first sobbed, then burst into tears:

"You told me earlier!"

"I thought... if I weren't a witch, I wouldn't be qualified to marry you!"

"Ok?"

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"Marriage?" She released Jeanne d'Arc and moved back a little.

"What marriage?"

"Hey, didn't you know?"

Having figured things out, Jeanne Alter wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and then took Ian's hand beside her.

"I married him."

"He...is he already my beloved?"

"what?"

Joan of Arc's eyes widened.

She had originally thought that what Gareth and Mordred had said about Morgan and Artoria was the limit for her brother's lovers.

but now--

Even the Dragon Witch married her own brother?!

"Brother, is this true?" Joan of Arc asked, her voice trembling.

"……it is true."

Ian does not deny it.

"I did marry her."

"but--"

"It's probably not quite what you imagine."

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter glanced at Ian, then at Jeanne d'Arc.

Not fully understanding the concept of "marriage," she set her sights on another version of herself.

"Hey!"

"Didn't you marry him?"

"you!"

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc immediately became agitated—she often lost her composure when discussing matters involving her brother.

"Who said I wasn't married to him!"

"only……"

Joan of Arc became increasingly less confident as she spoke—her experiences along the way made her realize just how popular her brother was.

The number of people who like him is probably too many to count on two hands.

That wedding, which no one knew about, could not serve as proof that he loved her.

Just at this time--

Ian took the hands of both Joan of Arc at the same time.

The man looked at them, his eyes now showing a greater sense of responsibility.

"There's no need to worry about whether we're married or not anymore."

"I... I can marry you all again, can't that solve it?"

245. A Singularity Wedding with My Sisters (4k, Volume 7 Complete)

"Eh?!"

Both Joan of Arc cried out at the same time.

The one who reacted the most was naturally Joan of Arc, the younger sister.

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

What does "remarrying" mean?

Having anticipated Joan of Arc's reaction, Ian tightened his grip on her hand even more.

"It means exactly what it says—"

"Joan of Arc."