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

"That wedding before... was really too simple."

"I hope you can have an even better one."

"elder brother……"

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc's eyes welled up with tears, and a warm feeling surged within her.

She realized that her brother had not forgotten everything from the past; on the contrary, he had kept it firmly in his mind.

So that means—!

I must hold a pretty high place in his heart, right?

At the very least... there should be another level of their own!

Unlike Joan of Arc's secret delight,

Although Jeanne Alter was also surprised by what Ian had just said, what she cared about was not the part Jeanne had noticed at all.

Dressed in light clothing, she moved forward slightly, almost pressing herself against the man.

"Are we really going to get married again?!"

"..."

Realizing that Jeanne Alter's understanding of "marriage" was different from that of ordinary people, Ian thought for a moment and then nodded.

"Yes...you can wear that wedding dress again."

"what!"

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter's eyes immediately brightened.

"Such beautiful clothes... can Ju Ran wear them again?!"

Joan of Arc was now in a panic.

"Wait a moment!"

"A wedding dress? When did this happen?!"

"..."

Jeanne Alter revealed a smug smile.

She always loved to show off, so seeing her other self acting so anxiously naturally amused her.

"I knew you'd never been married!"

As the Dragon Witch spoke, she walked toward the wardrobe in the room.

Then, she pulled out an extremely beautiful wedding dress from inside—something Gilles de Rais had prepared for her at the previous "wedding".

"See—!"

"I wore this to my wedding!"

"what?!"

Joan of Arc's hard-won confidence was shattered in an instant.

How can you even compare these?!

She even had a wedding dress... but she didn't even change her clothes before marrying him in front of the king.

Unbeknownst to Joan of Arc, Ian had already noticed her overly obvious change in expression.

He explained it directly at this moment:

Jeanne.

"That's why I want to marry you again."

"I--"

"I really look forward to seeing you in this wedding dress."

"Eh?"

Ian's words pulled Joan of Arc back from the brink of despair.

"Brother...do you want to see me wear this wedding dress?"

"Hmm." The man smiled slightly and nodded.

"I think it would be beautiful."

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc's face flushed red.

"So that's what you were thinking, brother?"

"I understand!"

"but--"

Joan of Arc looked shyly at the wedding dress in Black Joan of Arc's hands, her expression a mixture of envy and worry.

"That's her wedding dress, isn't it? I... I can't wear hers, can I?"

“I know.” Ian gently patted Joan’s head. “So we’ll have to ask Gilles to make another set.”

"He will definitely agree."

"Oh, I see..." Joan of Arc smiled happily. "That's wonderful!"

Ever since——

Ian resolved the "conflict" between the two Joans in a clever way.

No.

It should be said that there was no conflict from the very beginning.

It was all just a misunderstanding.

Now, it has finally received the necessary corrections.

late at night.

Having finalized his marriage plan to repair the singularity and received everyone's support, Ian sat on the bed.

Beside him were his two "sisters"—Jeanne d'Arc Alter did not object to this title, and even liked it a little.

"elder brother."

Joan of Arc spoke cautiously.

"You'll be leaving here after the wedding tomorrow, right?"

"..."

Ian remained silent for a moment, but finally acknowledged this cruel reality.

"Yes, we have to go."

"otherwise--"

"The future of humanity is beyond repair."

"Really……"

Although she was very reluctant to part with her brother, Joan of Arc nodded.

"That's right."

"If humanity has no future... then everything is meaningless."

"What does that have to do with me!" Jeanne Alter muttered loudly. "I'm not in the future!"

"Why should we hand over the Holy Grail to you and then send you back?!"

"Can't you just stay here forever?!"

"..."

As if he had anticipated that Jeanne Alter would say such a thing, Ian hugged his two sisters and said softly.

"Of course I want to stay by your side forever."

"But if that's the case—"

"Doesn't that contradict the purpose of my coming here?"

“In that case, our meeting will be cursed… I don’t want that to happen.”

"Besides -"

"I believe we will definitely meet again at some point in the future."

"..."

Jeanne Alter remained silent for a long time before speaking as if she were conceding.

"That's what you said."

"If I never see you again... I will curse you forever!"

Seemingly trying to make her words more persuasive, Black Jeanne shouted at the other Jeanne on the other side.

"Hey! My other 'me,' you think so too, right?"

“That’s not true.” Joan of Arc shook her head.

"I... will never curse my brother."

"Even if he doesn't love me anymore, there must be a reason."

"So no matter what, I am willing to wish him well."

"..."

Jeanne Alter fell silent.

She sensed a gap between herself and Joan of Arc, but didn't know how to bridge it.

Increasingly embarrassed, the witch could only shout as if she were throwing a tantrum.

"Forget about it!"