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"Because we are brother and sister..." Ian said earnestly, "It would be wrong to be too close."

"Is it not too late to break up the relationship now..." Joan of Arc muttered softly.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing!" Joan of Arc waved her hands.

"So brother wants to keep his distance from me and won't go out with me anymore?"

"There's nothing wrong with me going out with you."

"and many more."

Ian realized something.

"Jeanne, are you planning on going out today?"

Joan of Arc's leg was seriously injured by Rafe, and she has been staying in the cabin and being taken care of by Ian since she was rescued.

"Yes!"

Jeanne nodded very seriously.

"because--"

“I want to tell everyone about the angel I saw!”

194. First Kiss/Unrecognized Angel/Determination to Change (4k)

"..."

Ian never thought that this would be the reason why his sister went out at this moment.

After all, based on his previous understanding of her.

Usually at times like this, her reasons would tend to be more bizarre.

"Brother, what's your reaction?"

Joan of Arc felt a little guilty when she found Ian looking at her without saying a word.

"I just kissed you. You can't say you don't want to care about me now, right?"

"Humph, you stingy guy!"

"Of course that's not what I meant." Ian immediately denied his sister's statement.

"I just want to know, why did you tell this kind of thing to others?"

"Can you tell me the reason?"

"reason?"

Jeanne tilted her head slightly, then replied with a smile:

"Maybe he wants to tell everyone in the village... that the Lord is listening to our wishes!"

"As long as we keep working hard, we will definitely get more responses!"

"..."

[You realize that you seem to have underestimated Joan of Arc.]

[She is indeed naughty in some things, but she is also kind-hearted. ]

[After witnessing the "angel" myself, I also wanted to spread this hope to other people in the village. ]

[This is something you had never expected before.]

You feel somewhat ashamed of this.

Ian felt a little guilty about his sister's simple and honest thoughts.

"So this is ah."

"Then Jeanna, let's go out."

"Hmm~!"

Jeanne smiled sweetly.

It was clear that she sincerely wanted to spread this hope from the Lord.

【You left the cabin.】

[You have arrived at the main road of Domremi Village.]

Although her leg injury had not healed at all, Joan of Arc walked happily with a small wooden stick.

"Brother, hurry up!"

"Jeanne, are you too excited?"

"Really?" Jeanne stuck out her tongue. "I just want to tell other people about this as soon as possible!"

"……All right."

Ian didn't blame his sister too much for her excitement.

He knew she was just trying to express her kindness.

"Eh?!"

Jeanne pointed forward.

"Uncle Hancock is just ahead! Brother, let's go over and tell him first!"

【Hancock is your father's friend.】

[In this village that doesn’t quite accept you, he is one of the few people who treats you well.]

[The cabin you are staying in now was also found by him.]

【Telling him about "seeing an angel" is indeed a good choice. 】

however--

After Joan of Arc happily finished a long speech about the "angel" she saw, Hancock, with his stubble on his face, had a somewhat subtle expression.

"I see...it sounds pretty good."

"Yeah~ I think so too!"

While Jeanne was happy, Hancock leaned over to Ian and said with some doubt:

"Pierre...what is Jeanne talking about?"

"Wings? Flames?"

"What kind of 'angel' is this? Did you show her something weird?"

"..."

【You suddenly realize a problem. 】

[Although you know that Joan of Arc will not lie - she must have seen something that could be called an 'angel' during the time when you lost your memory.]

【But to others, Joan of Arc at this moment is no different from nonsense. 】

[This feeling is especially evident in front of Hancock, who is not a religious believer.]

[He didn’t think Joan of Arc really saw the so-called “angel”.]

Ian realized the problem and his expression froze in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Hancock."

"It's okay." Hancock patted Ian's shoulder, "I'm glad to know."

"I have work to do, so I'll leave now."

"it is good."

"Uncle Hancock walks so fast~"

Jeanne grumbled softly as she looked at the receding figure.

"I haven't finished talking about the 'angel' yet..."

"Cough cough."

Ian coughed lightly.

"Maybe he already knows what you mean?"

“So I don’t plan to listen to the rest.”

"That's it!"

Joan of Arc blinked her deep blue eyes and looked very happy.

"Then there's really no need to waste any more time."

"Yeah." Ian nodded, then held his sister's hand tightly.

"Jeanne, let's go back first."

"Eh?!"

Hearing this, Joan of Arc immediately shook her head.

"Brother, you can't go back yet!"

"I haven't told everyone in the church yet!"

"This……"

Ian really wanted to stop Joan of Arc who was about to give it a try.

But when he saw Joan of Arc's clear eyes without any distractions, he couldn't stop her from doing so.

After all, he couldn't blame his sister and ask her to stop talking nonsense, right?

and--

Perhaps people who believe in religion would be more likely to believe Joan of Arc's statement?

With such a fluke in mind, Ian followed Joan of Arc, who looked very happy, and walked step by step towards the church in Domremy village.

It is the largest building in the entire village.

【However, things did not develop as you imagined. 】

[Compared to the non-religious Uncle Hancock, the villagers who are believers have stricter requirements for the "angels". 】

【But Joan of Arc's description was totally unacceptable to them. 】

In the church, people were discussing in low voices in groups of three or five.

The subject of their discussion was the young girl Joan of Arc who had just claimed that she had seen an "angel".

"Hey, hey, did you hear that? Jeanne said she saw an archangel sent by the Lord!"

"I heard it, but I think it's unlikely! How can an angel's wings be black?"

"One thing to say, one thing to say, indeed."

"And there's more to it than that... I also heard her say that the angel she saw could use fire!"

"What the hell is this?! Black wings, and using fire, what kind of angel is this?"

"Hmm... I guess it's because your father is gone that you're starting to find a sense of existence, right?"

People's gossip spread throughout the church, hurting Ian's heart bit by bit.

The looks that were cast at the brother and sister were full of doubt, speculation, and undisguised contempt.

As an older brother, he knew that no one in front of him believed that Joan of Arc really saw the "angel".

But she was so naive that she seemed completely unaware of this.

In her eyes, those people who were discussing in groups of three or five believed what she said.

"elder brother!"

Joan held Ian's hand tightly and looked very happy.