The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"I'm not sure if this will work..."

Joan of Arc looked at the slightly dim environment around her - although it was built very simply, the situation here was indeed imperceptible to the outside world.

And as if he was afraid that others would discover how serious Ian's condition was too early, the first generation Hassan also set up some magic here that was enough to block the exchange of information between the inside and the outside.

you can say it this way--

Now this is an area that only the sisters, the children and Ian "know"!

"Sister." Jeanne looked at one of Ian's arms - the arm that was given the Zabaniya by the first generation Hassan.

"This is the arm that was traded with the devil."

"what?"

Black Jeanne knew that her sister could not deceive her.

"Why did you do this, brother?"

"Perhaps it's to gain the power to defeat the enemy—" Jeanne clutched her chest, looking very sad. "He's always like this. In order to save others, he often sacrifices himself."

"Then..." Black Jeanne's throat moved slightly, "What does this mean?"

"You might not understand."

"But what the devil Satan said to me—" Joan of Arc gently untied the shoulder straps on her back, and the still sleeping child came into her arms.

"He is an absolute enemy."

"If..." Jeanne looked at Ian in front of her, her face slightly flushed, "If I can make this demonic power in my brother's body realize that he needs it... maybe he can be protected."

"..."

Black Joan of Arc is still very smart.

She quickly understood what her sister meant—it wasn't about saving him from the outside, but about activating the satanic power within Ian and saving him from the inside!

"But……"

Black Jeanne showed a puzzled expression.

"How can this be achieved?"

"How can I make the power within my brother realize this?"

"I've already thought about this..."

Joan of Arc touched the first button on her dress.

"Everyone has something called 'magic' within them."

"if only……"

"As long as my brother can accept my 'magic', it will be fine."

"Oh..." Black Jeanne nodded thoughtfully, "So it's that simple, then..."

"Eh--!"

The dragon girl suddenly realized something.

"So, doesn't that mean I have to give my brother to..."

“Don’t be so loud!”

Joan of Arc covered Black Joan of Arc's mouth.

"You want the whole world to know!"

"Mmmm--mmm!"

Black Jeanne d'Arc, with her mouth covered, was saying incomprehensible words, but as her elder sister, Jeanne d'Arc understood everything.

"Don't worry, there won't be any big problems."

"Sister... take care of that child. You know how important she is to us."

"..."

Black Jeanne d'Arc shrugged, looking somewhat helpless.

In a sense, it was like agreeing to my sister's request.

A few minutes later.

The saint's armor and cloak were neatly stacked in a corner.

Black Joan of Arc was like a mother, hugging the girl who had been cared for by her sister Joan of Arc.

Looking at the face in her arms, which looked quite similar to her and her sister, but much younger, the dragon girl muttered.

"My sister and I are working so hard, and you...are sleeping like a pig."

"It's so jealous!"

"Sister, don't say that." Jeanne fixed her hair and said with a smile, "Isn't it normal for children to like to sleep?"

"If you feel unhappy, after this is over, I will also carry you to sleep."

"Who would do that kind of thing?"

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who was holding the child, said with a shy face, like a child who had been poked in the vitals.

"I'm already so old, and I still need you to carry me on your back!"

"Besides!" Black Jeanne glanced at Ian lying on the ground, "Even if I really need to be carried, it should be my brother who should carry me!"

"is it?"

Joan of Arc laughed, and it was obvious that she really wanted to ease the tense atmosphere.

"That's not impossible—as long as brother wakes up, we can discuss how to carry him from now on, right?"

"He... is very caring."

"..."

"Whenever my sister talks about my brother, her eyes are full of light." Black Jeanne's face turned slightly red. This was different from her previous shyness. It was a kind of happiness.

"but……"

"If it was a younger sister, doing this with her brother, would she..."

"Will not."

Zhendra took Ian's hands and clasped them tightly with his left and right hands.

"I'm saving my brother. Even if the Lord knew, he wouldn't punish me for this."

"Lord, it's not that unreasonable."

"..."

Hearing this, Black Jeanne d'Arc said nothing more, but nodded silently.

"alright, I got it."

"Since my sister has said so, the Lord will surely be very generous in approving such a thing, right?"

"Well, it will definitely happen."

Having said this, Jeanne returned her attention to the present.

She felt her heart beating faster.

Why is this so?

correct.

Is it because I haven’t seen this man in front of me for so long?

ten years?

Twenty years?

Oh...it's been more than two hundred years, right?

After that burning at the stake, I never saw him again.

Even though everyone said he was dead, but...

My brother is such a powerful person, how could he die?

Even if he's dead... there must be a way to bring him back.

The Lord has said it.

“Nothing is impossible in the eyes of the Lord.”

So--

It must not be a difficult task to just bring my beloved brother back to my side!

Isn’t this scene now the best proof?

God will not block every road. He must...must be able to bring him back!

"elder brother--"

Jeanne's cheeks were burning hot.

She should obviously call him brother, but now she prefers to call him by another identity - that is, "husband".

"Wake up quickly."

Mua!

The girl returned to the long-lost early summer.

When did you start to like your brother?

It seems like it was the summer when he took me fishing?

She was not qualified to be the so-called saint at all. Everything was a lie he had made up for himself.

What a fool...

What a fool...

Fighting back the tears in her eyes, Joan opened her eyes, only to see Ian, who was still lifeless.

It seems that this level of "magic power" is not enough to make the demonic power in the man realize the danger of the situation.

no solution anymore.

Although it is a bit inappropriate to behave like this in front of my sister and children, as long as I can save my brother, everything is worth it!

As reassuring as ever;

As satisfying as ever;

Feeling the familiarity of her brother, Joan of Arc felt somewhat hesitant.

after all--

If he were awake at this time, he would definitely ask himself very considerately, "Do you want to relax?"

And then……

This was the thing I liked most when I confirmed my relationship with my brother.

The brother is not only a man of weight, but also a man who knows very well how to pass this weight on to his sister.

but now……

He said nothing, couldn't say anything.

but it does not matter.

If my brother doesn't come to find me, then I will go find him myself.

Joan of Arc's hands fell on Ian's waist, as if holding the embodiment of her longing.

"Brother, if it's almost time, you should wake up."

This is Joan of Arc's cry from the heart.

She held her head high, preventing the tears from falling from her eyes.