The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Sure enough, the Lord is listening to my prayers..."

Joan of Arc, exhausted, soon fainted again.

After the dragon flew to the girl's side and protected her with its wings, it gradually returned to its original appearance.

That was Ian, who was exhausted.

He still maintained his dragon form, hugged his sister, and then fell into a deep sleep.

It is still raining heavily.

The cold wind blew on the boy and girl's bodies, but it could not lower the temperature in their hearts.

【You did not die that night.】

[After the rain stopped, you were discovered by the villagers who got up early.]

[Although they don't like you very much, they won't just stand by and watch you die. ]

【You have received the most basic treatment. 】

[This incident was also characterized by the villagers as "the shameless behavior of the Burgundians" - after all, they often engage in unpredictable looting. ]

[The Dragon Pendant has been replaced with Dragon Protection: The pendant that has glowed once begins to provide you with protection. ]

[Compared to your sister Jeanne, your recovery speed is extremely exaggerated. ]

[The day you were rescued, you almost returned to normal. ]

[The duty of taking care of Jeanne naturally falls back on you. ]

“Ah~~Wu——”

Joan of Arc, leaning against the headboard, took a bite of toast and then smiled at Ian.

“My brother’s cooking is so delicious!”

"...Just stay here and flatter me."

Ian flicked Jeanne's forehead gently.

"Are you full?"

"If you're not full, I'll get you some more."

"Enough!" Joan of Arc nodded obediently.

“I’ve eaten quite a few.”

Having said that, Joan of Arc suddenly realized something.

She glanced at Ian, then at the bread in her hand.

Then, Joan of Arc said:.

"Brother, you should eat one too~"

"..."

Ian looked at the bread in Jeanne's hand and swallowed.

"I'm not hungry."

"You're a big liar!" Jeanne pouted, "You obviously haven't eaten anything yet!"

"But I'm not really hungry."

"No! No!" Jeanne stressed again, "If you don't eat, I will ignore you."

"..."

Now that things had come to this, Ian had no choice but to do as he was told.

I have to say, he was really hungry, so he quickly ate up the bread.

"How does it taste?" Joan of Arc blinked.

"...Don't act like you baked the bread." Ian was speechless.

“But it tastes better than I thought.”

"Hehe, that's why I said the food my brother cooks is delicious~"

Jeanne supported herself with her hands.

"I'm not trying to kiss your ass."

"Okay, okay, I got it." Ian didn't intend to argue with his sister.

After all, he knew she cared about him.

"anyway--"

Jeanne looked at Ian, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Brother, how did you defeat that bastard named Leif?"

"This one……"

[To be honest, you don't remember how you dealt with the man who called himself Leif.]

【You only remember that you were very angry at that time.】

[All other memories have disappeared, as if you had never experienced them.]

[But you know the truth is definitely not like this - after all, before you lost these memories, you clearly felt that your body had undergone some changes at that time.]

[You don't intend to hide these things from Joan of Arc.]

【You confessed this experience to her truthfully.】

"This……"

Jeanne suddenly became nervous.

She grabbed her brother's hand, looking anxious.

"Are you okay now?!"

Ian smiled slightly at the concern from his sister.

"If I'm busy, I can't make you toast now, right?"

"Don't worry, I'm your brother - I'm full of energy now."

[Your situation is certainly not as easy as you say. ]

[After all, until now, you can still feel a dull pain in several places on your body. ]

[But you know there is no need to tell Jeanne about this kind of thing - it will only make her more worried.]

[Joan of Arc did not doubt you - after all, you are a very reliable brother in her heart. ]

The blonde girl muttered quietly.

"Could it be that my brother was burned to death by breathing fire?"

"Who on earth is that guy? He's not sleeping in the middle of the night and he's in such a bad mood."

Hearing this, Ian sighed.

"Joan of Arc, you have no right to criticize others, right?"

"But that guy doesn't look very friendly."

"From now on...we still have to be more careful."

"Yeah." Joan of Arc nodded, and then remembered something.

“That’s right——!”

"In that case, where did the Holy Grail go?"

"..."

[Although the reasons are different.]

[But you, like Jeanne, are both very concerned about the golden cup that suddenly appeared.]

[It's just that everything you experienced that day seemed to have turned into a dream in an instant. ]

[You once went back to that hillside to search for the 'holy grail' - but even if you dug three feet deep, you still found nothing.]

[It's like it disappeared from this world.]

[You can't help but wonder if it has ever really appeared in front of you. ]

【You confessed all this to Joan of Arc.】

"Eh?"

Joan of Arc showed a regretful expression.

"Can't find it?"

"it's a pity."

"..."

Seeing his sister's lost look, Ian felt a little bit sorry.

"If you care so much, should I go back and look for it?"

"No!" Joan of Arc shook her head, "No need!"

"If you can't find it...it means you've missed the chance to meet again."

"Maybe later! I think we'll definitely have a chance to encounter it again."

"……Too."

Ian rubbed Jeanne's head.

"After all, if that Lord really wants to respond, he will definitely have more than one chance."

Jeanne nodded gently as her head was being rubbed, looking like she was enjoying it.

But suddenly, she looked up at Ian and blushed.

It felt like realizing an opportunity to confess something.

"Brother, come closer."

"..."

Although it felt strange, Ian still followed his sister's instructions and moved closer to her.

Mua~

As he felt a soft and wet feeling on his cheek, Ian realized that his sister had kissed him.

"Jean, you..."

"This is a matter of reciprocity!" Joan of Arc smiled slightly.

"If my brother hadn't accompanied me that night... I might have died there!"

"In other words, it's like my brother saved my life!"

"Isn't this... worthy of a kiss in return?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Jeanna, I'm your brother. It's normal for me to protect you. Don't think of it as a life-saving favor."

"You... didn't have to kiss me like you just did."

"..."

Jeanne's voice softened a bit.

"Does my brother really dislike girls?"

"of course not."

"Then why do you always seem to want to keep your distance from me?" Joan of Arc hit him straight away.