The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Yes! As long as you understand, sister!"

Ever since——

While Hassan and the others were resting, Black Joan of Arc and Joan of Arc quietly slipped into Ian's "residence" - it was called a residence, but in fact it was just a temporary place built with the assistance of Athena.

It’s not that comfortable, but the privacy is enough and it’s perfectly fine to use for a few nights.

"elder brother--"

Feeling the danger lurking around her, Joan of Arc ran faster than her sister, but as soon as she entered and was about to act coquettishly as before, she froze there.

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who was following behind, bumped right into her sister's back.

"No! What are you doing?" Joan of Arc covered her forehead, "Why did you suddenly stop——"

"Shh..."

Joan of Arc made a silent gesture before her lips, and then continued:

"Don't talk..." The Saint lowered her voice, "Brother seems to be doing something very important."

"What……"

Black Jeanne also lowered her voice.

She poked her head out from under Jeanne's armpit and looked in front of her where her brother was.

You don’t know until you see it. As soon as she saw it, the girl blushed all over.

The moonlight shone through the gap above their heads, falling squarely on the area in front of them like a spotlight, and concentrated on their brother like the focus on a dancer.

At the bottom of his feet was the set of clothes he had been wearing previously, which had now been neatly folded by the man.

That figure, as solid as a rock, completely caught the eyes of the witch girl.

To be honest, no matter how many times she sees it, Black Jeanne will feel her hormones taking effect rapidly. If she is still the Dragon Witch she used to be, she will probably be so excited that she will pounce on him directly, right?

really...

Why is it so tempting...

Black Jeanne's throat moved slightly, and then she saw something further ahead.

In an instant, the dragon girl finally understood why her sister wanted her to be quiet.

Ian was not the only one caught in the moonlight.

In front of him, there was a broadsword emitting a dark aura.

etc--

I remembered.

Isn’t this the sword of that old man?

How come it is in my brother’s hands now?

"Sister, this..." Black Joan of Arc, full of confusion, subconsciously looked at her sister.

The abstinence life she had lived with her had made the Dragon Witch somewhat dependent on her - after all, apart from the private partnership between the three of them, Jeanne and Ian were indeed quite reliable as brothers and sisters.

"Don't rush yet."

Jeanne returned to her older sister's calm demeanor.

"Brother, there must be a reason for this."

"We..." The Saint Girl looked at her beloved, "We just need to wait here."

"..."

Although she didn't like this kind of behavior of waiting patiently, Black Jeanne had to admit that this was the most appropriate method at the moment.

She had no choice but to be patient and wait silently for her brother to end it all.

Fortunately,

Ian didn't just stand there motionless, but was taking very active actions.

The body that made the sisters drool was walking towards the terrifying broadsword step by step.

The man stretched out his hand with a determined look, as if he was breaking through something.

And as if responding to the man's will, the flow of moonlight seemed to change in an instant.

Hold it.

Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc both breathed a sigh of relief, but then they became nervous again.

Because the moment the man actually grasped the sword, a magical fluctuation that was too obvious to be ignored also spread out.

"Be careful--"

Joan of Arc almost subconsciously held her sister Joan of Arc in her arms.

She knew she didn't have to worry about magic harming her, but the same couldn't be said for her sister.

But such worries seem unnecessary.

Because Ian quickly suppressed the magical fluctuations, and then he noticed his sisters who had been silently observing him.

"This……"

"Why are you here?"

"Hey, this..." Black Joan of Arc popped her head out, but she seemed a little hesitant.

For a moment, she didn't know how to explain why she and her sister were here watching her brother Ian and had some wild thoughts.

Unlike her sister who was secretive, Joan of Arc was very open and confident.

She put her hands behind her back, looking coquettish, which she would never show in front of outsiders on a normal day.

"I missed my brother—so I took this opportunity to come here."

"Brother...isn't this okay?"

"..."

Such a straightforward answer, Black Jeanne even felt for a moment that this was not the right thing to say at this time.

Wouldn’t that make people feel ungrateful?

However, the facts gave Black Joan of Arc a slap in the face.

"..."

After hearing Joan of Arc's straightforward attack, Ian's eyes suddenly softened - a completely different expression from when he touched the sword before.

"of course can."

"You...are the sisters I care about."

Ever since——

A few minutes later.

Ian, Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc sat together around the broadsword.

"Is this... the last thing the old man left behind?"

Joan of Arc looked at the weapons in front of her and felt a little emotional.

"It looks like a very powerful existence."

"Yes, that's true." Ian nodded, confirming his sister's statement. "After all, the old man is the most powerful Assassin in the Hassan Cult."

"The sword he left behind is certainly not something that can't be used."

"What about him?" Jeanne asked naturally, "Why did he leave this sword to you for no reason?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, and then said:

"He has left the Mountain People."

"Leaving the Mountain People?"

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, and then her tone became much more cautious.

"Brother, do you mean... that he has finished his journey?"

"Yes."

Ian sighed, then nodded.

"Jeanne, you're right—that's exactly what you said. After all, the old man showed up in the first place simply to respond to his descendants' request to reclaim their homeland."

"Now that I've done it, it's time to leave."

"Indeed..." Jeanne nodded thoughtfully. "Now that we've done what we've done, we should return to where we belong—just as decisively as my brother did back then."

"probably."

Ian smiled and patted Jeanne's head.

"Anyway, he's left here now—he left this sword behind because he thought I might need it in the future."

"I see."

This time it was Black Jeanne's turn to nod, and when she saw her sister being touched on the head by her brother, she quickly moved to the other side.

"Brother... what's the name of this sword? And what were you doing just now..."

"Why..." The dragon girl's throat gurgled.

"You have to give your clothes to..."

Before she could finish her words, Black Jeanne was already shy and a little embarrassed.

After all, the man's arm was right next to her at the moment, and the slightly warm temperature made her feel embarrassed just enough.

"what happened?"

Ian lowered his head and gently rubbed Black Jeanne's forehead.

Although she is not a sister like Joan of Arc, he also attaches great importance to this girl who appeared in this world with misfortune because of the Holy Grail.

"Don't you like your brother like this?"

"Then I love it!" Black Jeanne d'Arc had just finished saying this when she added shyly, "I mean—I love it regardless of whether it's like this or not."

"But suddenly saying something like this in the room is really weird no matter how you think about it!"

"It's really weird."

Ian did not deny what Black Jeanne said.

"After all, in a sense, this is actually a prayer ceremony."

“A prayer ceremony? / A prayer… ceremony?”

Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc looked at their brother Ian at the same time.

The man was not nervous, but hugged the two of them and continued:

"Yes--"

"I was wondering if there was any way to make this sword more comfortable to use, so I tried a little and asked someone I knew for help."

"Someone I know..."

Joan of Arc silently repeated Ian's words, and then noticed the moonlight on the ground.

"Brother... the person you're talking about is these moonlights?"

"You are indeed smarter." Ian nodded with a smile, "Yes, I was thinking about whether I could make use of this moonlight."

"How is this possible?!"

Black Jeanne looked at Ian in confusion.

“Is this something that can be done?”

"It's a bit difficult, but not completely impossible." Ian answered Black Jeanne's question, "And in a sense... it can be considered that your sister is helping you, right?"

"elder sister?"