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He hugged her, stroked her back gently, and comforted his sister.

"never mind."

"Brother has already taken care of everything."

"No one will be able to hurt my Jeanne."

They are obviously both eight-year-old children, but their performances at this moment are completely different.

[You comforted Jeanne for a long time. ]

【She finally regained her composure.】

Joan of Arc picked up the corner of Ian's clothes and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Her body was still shaking and she looked frightened.

"Brother...are those the Burgundians?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "Now you know why I didn't let you out, right?"

"sorry!"

Joan of Arc apologized very sincerely.

"I should have realized this sooner!"

Ian sighed.

"Forget it, it's come to this, there's no point in saying more."

"..."

Jeanne raised her head and looked at her brother cautiously.

"That--"

"Can I ask my brother a question?"

Although he knew more or less what Jeanne was going to ask, Ian nodded anyway.

"what is the problem?"

"Why does my brother breathe fire?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a while before he answered:

"Do you find it scary?"

"If that's the case... I'll try to stay away from you in the future so that you don't get scared."

"Never!"

Zhen pulled Ian's hand.

"I know my brother spit out that kind of fire to protect me."

"I... don't feel scared at all!"

"Really?" Ian touched Jeanne's head, "That's great."

"I thought Jeanne would be scared."

"but--"

"You want to know how I did it... I actually don't know."

"Oh, that's how it is!"

Jeanne smiled brightly, not doubting Ian's words at all.

"Then let's ask father when we get back! He will definitely know what's going on!"

"...Aren't you afraid that our father will scold us?"

"It doesn't matter! Brother will take all the responsibility anyway, right?"

"...You guy."

Ian looked at his sister, feeling helpless for a moment.

191. Joan of Arc's reliance on her brother/Dragon Pendant/Family changes (4k)

[You and Jeanne return to the mansion.]

【Father is very angry about you sneaking out.】

He didn't give you any chance to explain.

He picked up the whip, ready to teach you a lesson for being a brother who indulged his sister.

Snapped--!

Snapped--!

Snapped--!

The whip hit Ian's body again and again, making a crisp and loud sound.

The boy, knowing he was in the wrong, didn't say a word. He just gritted his teeth and silently endured the beating from his father.

Even though he had just used fire to burn a group of Burgundians to ashes a moment ago.

but--

Although Ian could bear it, Joan of Arc couldn't.

She knew that she was the real culprit.

She thought her father would just give her a few simple words of advice, but she didn't expect him to resort to violence.

Joan of Arc knelt in front of her father and begged.

"Don't fight again!"

"If this continues, my brother will be beaten to death!"

"..."

[As the most favored daughter, Joan of Arc's words were very effective on her father. ]

[The middle-aged man who was furiously whipping you just a moment ago gradually calmed down because of his daughter's words.]

【He sat down on the chair, breathing heavily. 】

【And Jeanne took this opportunity to take you out of the room. 】

[She was extremely sad and began to treat your wounds. ]

Take out the herbs.

Apply.

Then spread evenly.

Joan of Arc carefully treated the torn areas on Ian's body.

Although she was quite careful about her strength.

But the boy's teeth were still chattering in pain.

"I'm sorry..." Jeanne apologized with great guilt, "I wish I hadn't said I was leaving."

"..."

Ian forced a wry smile.

"That--"

"Do you want to go out and play again in the future?"

"No more! Never again!"

Joan of Arc shook her head repeatedly.

"If my brother gets beaten up every time he goes out, it's not worth it!"

"I see..." Ian gently touched his sister's head, "That's great."

"It seems that this beating was not in vain."

"If you get more treatment in the future, Jeanne won't become a country girl, right?"

"Don't say that!" Joan of Arc couldn't help but increase her grip.

"It hurts!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Joan of Arc was harsh in her words, but she quickly reduced the strength of her hands.

"That's right, brother."

"That fire-breathing thing..."

"Let's talk about it later. Father is so angry right now. I guess he won't listen to anything we say."

"……Too."

As Joan of Arc said this, there was a hint of attachment in her eyes as she looked at Ian.

【Joan of Arc was not just saying this casually. 】

[She really doesn't pester you to take her out fishing like she used to.]

[But she really wasn't good at reading, and she would often fall asleep on the table while reading.]

【But she also seems to know that this will make you angry. 】

【So as a substitute for those who don’t study, she began to follow the adults and believe in the popular sect in the village. 】

The popularity of the sect is not an accident.

With a large area of ​​northern land under the actual control of England, people in dire straits would naturally rely on some illusory things.

Believe in something that doesn't actually exist, and then give yourself hope to live.

This is a lie that everyone knows, but no one will take the initiative to expose it.

The country's lingering survival has spread to every individual.

"Lord, if you hear what this body desires, please respond."

The little girl Joan of Arc knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together, and said these words very seriously as if she was praying.

She opened her eyes, took Ian's hand beside her with an expectant look, and asked.

"How is it?!"

"Do I look like one of those people who work immediately at the church now?"

Ian looked at his sister, thought for a while, and then asked:

"Jeanne, do you want to hear good things or bad things?"

"I want to hear them all!" Joan of Arc gave her answer without hesitation.

"But if possible, please say something nice first, brother!"

"Good words..."

Ian looked at his sister.

"Well, at first glance, it does look quite realistic. I was almost fooled by you."

"Oh~"

Joan of Arc pouted slightly, and it was obvious that she was very satisfied with Ian's "praise".

"What's that bad word?"

"Bad words are——"

Ian rubbed Jeanne's head.