The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"I... will try my best!"

【Everything is difficult at the beginning.】

[Once you get started, the remaining difficulties will not be that difficult. ]

[The dragon exorcism incident gave Joan of Arc a very good reputation. 】

【What she was worried about did not happen at all.】

[No one in the church raised any objection to her nun's attire.]

[In their eyes, Joan of Arc at this moment is a saint who has met with an 'angel' and is the messenger of the Lord.]

[They welcomed Joan of Arc's change into a black and white nun's uniform because it was more in line with the image of a saint they wanted.]

[And Joan of Arc, who sensed this atmosphere, no longer showed any timidity. 】

【She really wants to show her best side in front of you. 】

[She guided the crowd with her half-understood holy words, creating a sacred and harmonious chanting scene.]

[No one knows that the nun named Joan of Arc has never read any relevant books. ]

[But no one cares about this matter - at this moment, as long as someone is willing to come out and guide the faith, it is enough. ]

[But what Joan of Arc is leading all of this doesn’t know. 】

[Actually, you have quietly left the church. 】

【You have something you want to prove.】

"Won't you finish her prayer?"

Fafnir's voice came from inside the pendant.

"Don't you most want to see her become popular?"

"That's true." Ian confirmed his Dragon Face statement.

"But now is not the time to enjoy these."

"What I have to do is not done yet."

"Oh?" Fafnir was a little surprised.

"What is it?"

Ian didn't intend to hide anything from this other side of himself.

He started to explain directly:

"I was thinking... since Mother can separate our human and dragon faces."

"That--"

Ian looked at the house not far away where he and his sister once lived - it was overgrown with weeds.

"Does she know some magic tricks, too?"

【This is an era where magic exists. 】

[Magic can accomplish some seemingly incredible things. 】

[If you want to separate you as a human from Fafnir as a dragon, you will definitely need this. ]

【You are convinced that your mother is a magician.】

【And this is indeed the case.】

[You found some long-forgotten magic books in the basement of your former mansion.]

[The magic of the gifted mother has been obtained: You have found some books worth studying, which can teach you some simple magic. ]

You hid the books.

You are back in the church.

【You saw the Joan of Arc waiting for you. 】

"Brother, where have you been?"

Joan of Arc looked a little angry when she saw Ian coming back from outside.

"Didn't you say you would accompany me?"

"Sorry." Ian smiled, "I don't understand those prayers, and they're boring."

“So I just had to go out for a walk.”

"That's it..."

Joan of Arc did not blame her brother too much - she knew he was not religious.

Ian changed the subject.

"How is it? No one should embarrass you, right?"

"No~" Joan of Arc seemed very happy.

"Everyone has become very easy to talk to... No one is giving me a hard time."

"But if I must say it—"

"Everyone keeps asking me when the 'Angel' will show up again."

"..."

Ian smiled calmly and patted Jeanne's head.

"The Angel will definitely come back."

"Yeah~" Jeanne smiled sweetly, "I think so too!"

[Joan of Arc has completely changed your image in the village.]

【She became the nun bishop of the village.】

[Her story of driving away the dragon was widely spread in the village.]

Everyone respected her very much.

[But you know that this reputation needs deeds to maintain. ]

[The magic of the gifted mother has been activated: the magic you have worked hard to learn is used in the "miracle" display of Jeanne d'Arc.]

[Some of her predictions often come true in the village—although she herself doesn’t know why.]

[You gradually molded her into the "saint" that the village had been waiting for.]

[This reputation spread far and wide, so that the surrounding Burgundians no longer dared to come to Domremy Village to plunder.]

[However, this so-called "saint" is still an extremely proactive sister in front of you. ]

Day1

"Brother, I want to sleep together today."

"it is good."

Day2

"Brother, I want to sleep in your arms today."

"it is good."

Day3

"Brother, can I sleep in your arms like a girlfriend today?"

"it is good."

Day4

"Brother, I want to sleep with you without clothes today."

"……it is good."

D侁ay5

"Brother, can you not wear clothes too?"

"..."

[You are doing things more and more like a couple in love. 】

[You feel that the boundary between you two as siblings has become completely blurred.]

【You fell in love with your sister. 】

【One year later, you took the final step. 】

That was a night.

Joan of Arc, who usually went to bed early, stayed awake, which was rare.

"Brother, are you still awake?"

"Ah."

All along, Ian would go to sleep after Joan of Arc fell asleep because he was worried that she would have nightmares.

"Jeanne, what's wrong?"

"That—" Jeanne's voice became much more shy.

"Can you please do something with me?"

"What to do?"

Ian turned around and looked at his sister - the two of them had been sleeping naked in each other's arms like this for several months.

"it is this……"

Joan of Arc was seen making a circle with her thumb and index finger of one hand, and with her other hand, she extended her index finger and moved it in and out of the circle.

[You and Jeanne both matured precociously.]

【You know what that means.】

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

"Ah."

Jeanne nodded shyly.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a year.”

"I'm sure I really want to do this with my brother."

It only takes one day to confess.

But the final step takes a year.

Although Joan of Arc is simple, she also has her own concerns.

"is it?"

Ian bent down and gently kissed Joan of Arc's forehead.

"actually--"

"Brother has been waiting for you to say this for a long time."

Ian is not a celibate person.

But he would never express his thoughts until his sister asked him to do so.

after all--

He is still her brother.

It's raining outside the window.

The sound of the girl's chirping mixed with the thunder, forming a forbidden music.

She went up and down like a knight riding the best horse.

Ling Ying moved slightly, his figure winding.