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"Everyone knows about the existence of the 'Angel'! We will definitely work harder in the future!"

“That’s really great, isn’t it?”

"..."

Ian looked at Joan of Arc, whose ideas were too idealistic, and felt mixed emotions.

He forced a wry smile, then nodded and responded to his sister.

"Yeah... maybe that's really the case."

【Things are developing just as you observed in the church that day.】

[No villager believed that Joan of Arc had actually seen an angel, even though her description certainly sounded very real.]

[They characterized Joan of Arc's behavior as "hysteria after her father's death, wanting to highlight her own presence" and sneered at it.]

[You two brothers and sisters have lost your reputation in Domremy Village - almost everyone regards you as hopeless liars.]

[However, with your disguised ferocity, no one dares to cause trouble to you and Jeanne directly.]

[After all, no one dares to mess with a young man with a hatchet hanging from his waist—especially when he loves his sister very much. ]

【But this does not mean that you have prevented all disturbances. 】

【Joan of Arc still ran into trouble.】

"call--"

Panting, Ian returned to the door of the cabin.

Because of his characterization as an “angel”, his current job was intentionally arranged to be the worst in the village.

Every day, he had to work like this until late at night before he could come back.

But Ian did not tell Joan of Arc about this.

It is enough for him to bear this kind of unnecessary trouble alone, there is no need to make Joan of Arc suffer too.

There was a creak,

Ian pushed open the door, but saw an unexpected scene.

I saw a big hole in the window, and cold wind blew in from it, making the whole room extremely cold.

In the darkness, Joan of Arc was curled up in bed, clutching her quilt tightly.

There was a scratch on her face and she looked very scared.

The pale pink lips were trembling uncontrollably, and they were repeating the same words over and over again.

"I'm not a liar...I'm not a liar...I'm not a liar!"

In the room, there was a stone and a lot of broken glass.

You quickly figured out what was happening.

[When you were out working, someone came over and smashed the windows of the cabin, and also scolded Jeanne.]

【She spent the whole day in this panic.】

[You are very angry——Even though you asked Jeanne to hide in the house, these bastards still won’t give in! ]

[Just when you were about to completely lose your mind, Jeanne's voice called you back.]

"Brother...you're back!"

Joan of Arc's voice was full of despair, but also carried a shallow hope as if she had grasped the only life-saving straw.

Ian's eyes gradually returned to their normal color.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down as much as possible.

What we need to do now is to calm Joan of Arc down.

He walked over to the bed and took his sister's hand.

"Yes, I'm back."

【You temporarily sealed the hole in the window. 】

【You lit the oil lamp, filling the room with light. 】

[You treated the wound on Jeanne's face.]

【You heated up some food for her. 】

[This gradually calmed her down.]

"That's great~"

After finishing her bread, Joan of Arc gave Ian a sweet smile.

"Finally I filled my stomach."

"..."

Ian looked quite guilty.

"I'm sorry, Jeanne."

"I should have come back sooner."

"That's not true." Jeanne shook her head. "Brother's job has been transferred to another place, right?"

"It's normal to come back late."

"...Did you know that?"

"Ah."

Jeanne lowered her head.

"Is this all because of me?"

"If I hadn't told you that I saw an 'angel', you wouldn't have to suffer like this... I'm sorry."

"..."

Ian sat down next to Jeanne.

"That--"

"Jeanne, tell me the truth."

"Did you...really see the 'angel'?"

"Yeah." Joan of Arc nodded.

"I saw."

“It has wings and can use fire… He just flew towards me from the light like that.”

"Then there's nothing to be sorry about."

Ian looked at his sister seriously.

"Since you did see it...there's no need to apologize for it."

"I trust you."

After saying this, Joan of Arc could no longer control her emotions.

She buried her head in Ian's arms and burst into tears.

"But...but they don't believe me!"

"I clearly saw it... but they insisted that I was hysterical... and called me a liar and a shameless person."

"I didn't lie... not a single word!"

"I know."

Ian hugged Joan tightly - his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"I know everything."

"This is not your problem, Jeanne."

"You...didn't do anything wrong."

【Good people are always particularly vulnerable. 】

[This sentence is vividly reflected in Joan of Arc. ]

She had no intention of lying.

【She just wanted to share this encouragement from the Lord. 】

[But no one except you is willing to believe her. ]

【You know how painful this feeling is. 】

"Be good, don't think about this kind of thing."

Ian rubbed Jeanne's back tenderly over and over again.

"Think about what makes you happy - don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes."

"Something that will make me happy?"

Hearing this, Jeanne's voice became a little softer.

"I haven't tried anything that can make me happy yet."

"Ah?" Ian was a little surprised.

"What does it mean."

"because……"

Joan raised her head and looked at Ian cautiously.

“I think the things that will make me happy…”

"It's kissing my brother - I haven't tried it yet."

"..."

Ian was stunned for a moment.

He knew this was crossing the line.

but--

He looked at his sister's pitiful appearance and recalled her trembling body just now.

Kissing is definitely crossing the line.

But there seems to be no better way to comfort her at this moment.

I am such a bad brother...

I clearly told you not to do anything out of line not long ago.

"Jeanne, do you really want to do this?"

"Hmm..." Jeanne nodded, "I really want to...try the feeling of kissing my brother."

"..."

"Okay, let's give it a try."

The boy lowered his head and kissed the girl's lips.

The touch is a bit like freshly baked bread, but it is sweeter and softer than that, making people want to take a bite.

The tongue curled up inside was a little warm, just like the milk that had just been heated in the morning, emitting bursts of fragrance upon contact.

Just the taste of this meal is better than any breakfast.

But the sweeter his sister tasted, the more uncomfortable Ian felt.

She is such a beautiful treasure, worth cherishing.

But at this moment, he is covered with the veil of a liar.

This is not fair.