The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[After all, everyone knows that young people are the most reckless when doing things - no one wants to get into such trouble. ]

【But your life has not returned to its original level. 】

[You and Jeanne moved out of your original mansion.]

[You and she moved into an inconspicuous little wooden house in the village.]

[However, neither you nor Jeanne have any complaints about this.]

[After all, being able to survive in this situation is already very difficult. ]

[You have lived in this environment maintained by your ferocity for several years.]

[Joan of Arc has grown into a beautiful girl, but you continue to act like a gangster.]

【And the situation outside is still getting worse.】

【Further loss of land in northern France.】

[The village of Domremy where you and Jeanne are located has been completely captured by the Burgundians and has become enemy territory.]

Your life has become more difficult.

[But you can't change anything - after all, you are just a pair of ordinary siblings. ]

【until--】

【That day has come. 】

Boom!

A ray of light pierced through the dark clouds.

It's thundering.

The rain fell lightly on the road in Dongremi village.

A chill came over him, and Ian couldn't help but hug his quilt tighter.

"The ground here... is really cold."

The cabin had only one bed.

As an older brother, of course he had to give up his bed to his younger sister Jeanne.

Not cold!

I'm not cold at all!

Just as Ian was hypnotizing himself, he heard his sister's voice.

"Brother, are you still awake?!"

"What's wrong, Jeanne?"

Ian turned over and looked at the bed where Jeanne was.

"There's something over there."

"Is there something?"

"Correct."

The blonde girl sat on her bed and looked out the window.

I saw the light reflected in her blue eyes.

"It seems... an angel?"

192. Angels Descend? / Stepsister's Wish / Man on a Rainy Night (4k)

"Angel……?"

Ian looked at his sister Joan with a little confusion.

As a person who does not believe in any religion, although he understands what angels are, he also knows clearly that such things do not actually exist.

After all, if there really are angels—

With so many people praying to Him, He should have come to this world long ago and driven all those hateful Burgundians and English people out of this land.

Now Joan of Arc says she saw an angel?

This is impossible no matter how you think about it.

"Jeanne, don't joke like that."

"I'm not kidding." Joan waved at Ian seriously.

"Brother, you will know if you come and take a look!"

[Although Jeanne is a little naughty at ordinary times, she is still very honest when facing you. ]

You can sense that she is not lying.

[You followed her request and came to the window next to the bed.]

[This is something you specially arranged for Jeanne - so that when the weather is clear, she can see the stars in the sky at a glance.]

[You looked in the direction she pointed, and then witnessed an extremely shocking scene.]

It's a pillar of light.

A beam of light starting from the ground and moving upwards.

On this stormy night, it is so dazzling and eye-catching.

But Ian still didn't quite understand one thing - how did Joan of Arc connect it to angels?

He asked directly:

"Joan of Arc... Although this is definitely not a normal phenomenon, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with angels, right?"

"Yes!"

Joan of Arc anxiously reached out her hand and pushed Ian's head to a certain angle little by little.

"Brother, look at it carefully again!"

"There is a figure over there!"

"what?"

Following Jeanne's words, Ian once again looked towards the location of the light column.

His eyes widened slightly.

Because he did see the "angel" his sister talked about.

It was a figure in the light.

and--

Or floating in the air?!

【How can this be? 】

【You won't believe what you see.】

[Even though this is an era where magic exists, a situation like this is too outrageous.]

[You realize that Joan of Arc mistook this figure for an angel.]

"Brother, I want to see it!"

Joan of Arc was so excited that she shouted out loud immediately.

“This is the Lord’s response to me!”

"What kind of response is this?!" Ian was also anxious, "Besides, we can't even be sure what kind of angel it is!"

"Besides, it's raining so hard outside—Joan, I won't let you go!"

Upon hearing this, Jeanne immediately shook her head.

"no!"

"If I don't go to that angel now, the Lord will think I'm not sincere enough."

"In that case—"

"I promised to have a child with my brother..."

Halfway through her words, Joan of Arc realized that this was something she shouldn't have said, and immediately changed her words.

"Brother, you said I couldn't confirm it was an angel."

"But you can't prove that it wasn't an angel, right?"

“I have to go see Him!”

"..."

[You have always been very fond of your younger sister, Jeanne.]

[And to be honest, you are also a little curious about what is floating in the air. ]

[You are wavering.]

"...Alas." Ian sighed.

"I understand."

"Since you insist on going, Jeanna—"

"Then I'll go with you."

"But let me make it clear first, if this isn't the 'angel' you mentioned, we'll come back right away."

"Hmm~!"

Jeanne smiled happily.

"let's go!"

[To be fair, you feel that you dote on Jeanne a little too much at times.]

[But you can't deny that seeing her smile is very important to you.]

[Although sometimes you make some irrational choices because of this, you still feel that it is all worth it. ]

Boom——!

Boom——!

There were lightning and thunder in the sky, and the red and white light seemed to shatter the endless darkness.

The cold wind and the chilly rain mixed together and surged along every road in Domremi Village.

The dripping water soaked the land, forming patches of muddy rot.

In such weather where one shouldn't go out, Ian was walking against the wind, carrying his sister on his back, step by step.

He didn't want her to get her feet dirty in this weather - that was something she should deal with herself.

"Brother, you are so nice~"

Joan of Arc, who was lying on Ian's back, held an umbrella with one hand and tightly embraced her brother's neck with the other.

Because of this movement, her breasts rubbed against his back a little bit, which was a rather unpleasant tingling sensation.

Ian took a deep breath, and then said as calmly as possible:

"Jeanne, don't move so violently."

"You...are not young anymore."

"Ok?"

Joan of Arc may seem a little slow in other aspects,

But she had an extraordinary talent for analyzing her brother's behavior.

The blonde girl quickly realized that it was the rubbing of her breasts that caused her brother to say such a "warning".

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and her actions not only did not slow down, but became even more excessive than before.