The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"I understand!"

"I will spread the hope that the angel gave me to everyone!"

【Joan of Arc was not just saying this casually. 】

【She is indeed spreading this hope through her actions. 】

"Thank you sister~"

Looking at the food that Joan of Arc handed to them, the children thanked her one by one.

They wolfed down the food in their hands, looking like they hadn't eaten enough for days.

"Don't eat so hastily, there's more..."

Seeing the children like this, Joan of Arc felt both happy and a little distressed.

She couldn't help but whispered to Ian beside her.

"Brother, why do things get worse the further we get to Bourges?"

"..."

【You know the answer to this question.】

[That means you are getting closer and closer to the front line of the war. ]

[The aftermath of the struggle affected every city close to the front line.]

[These cities are constantly shipping out supplies.]

[But there is always a limit to what a city can produce. ]

[How much the war costs, the less the ordinary people have to spend. 】

【Over time, it became a situation where people couldn’t even get enough to eat.】

【You told Jeanne the answer to this question. 】

The girl's expression turned a little sad.

"So that's how it is... It's because of the war that things have become like this."

"That--"

"When are we going to end this?"

"I don't know...but I believe we will win."

【After learning the root of the problem, Joan of Arc seemed to want to make up for it. 】

【She began to rescue as many people as she could who were affected.】

【This seriously slows down your progress. 】

【But you don’t mind at all. 】

[On the contrary, you even encouraged your sister to do so on her own initiative. ]

[Because you know that if she doesn't do this, she won't be able to come to terms with her inner cognition.]

[She has always been a kind girl, and this will never change no matter when or where.]

[But you soon discovered that your thinking was a little shallow.]

【Joan of Arc is indeed trying to rescue every refugee she sees. 】

[After learning about her, those who were saved all called her a saint, someone who had met an angel, and a messenger sent by the Lord.]

[But the more compliments she received, the more uncomfortable she felt.]

[Because she knows she doesn’t deserve this title—she can’t save everyone.]

[They are like an endless chain. When one link is cut, another link remains.]

[The current situation that cannot be changed makes Joan of Arc extremely painful. 】

[She should have been spreading hope, but now she is in deep despair. ]

[Her mood began to fluctuate wildly.]

【Fortunately, you discovered all this in time. 】

[After some thought, you decided to use the simplest and most brutal, but effective method. ]

【That is to comfort my sister. 】

[This way, she can divert her attention from the pain.]

【In the days that follow. 】

[As soon as you feel that Joan of Arc is feeling down, you will come to her side that night to comfort her.]

"Brother...you've been so proactive this week."

"So you don't like me to accompany you?"

"I like it the most~"

Jeanne's eyes were filled with love for her brother.

At this moment, it seemed that there was only this person left in her world, the one she cared about so much.

This was what she had been looking forward to and what she had longed for.

The girl rubbed her head gently on the boy's chest, like a well-behaved and docile cat.

"Brother's embrace is so warm~"

"As cozy as a lawn in the spring."

A shy and lovely metaphor uttered from Joan of Arc's lips - it was a whisper that only a lover could hear.

The girl felt the love from her brother.

The only thing left in my mind was the comfort of breaking the taboo.

That made her temporarily forget the troubles in reality, and her bound soul was freed again.

"Brother...I'm so happy that you can accompany me like this~"

Listening to Jeanne's words of love, Ian did not feel happy at all.

He was certainly not a pure-hearted man, but he was definitely not a jerk who wanted to see his sister need to rely on this method to stabilize her emotions.

but--

This seems to be the only practical solution at the moment.

Ian suppressed his sadness.

He raised his head and kissed Jeanne gently - a sign that they would continue like this.

The sobbing of his sister pierced the boy's heart.

He now only hoped that during the next meeting, Charles VII would not simply want to see the saint.

He wasn't sure if he could stay calm in that situation.

maybe--

He would really turn into Fafnir on the spot.

【You have successfully transformed Jeanne into your shape.】

[Her emotions gradually became stable due to this contact with the rabbits.]

【After climbing over a mountain and crossing two rivers. 】

【You have finally arrived in Bourges, where Charles VII is. 】

【But the direction of things is beyond your expectations. 】

Charles VII and a large group of soldiers hurried to the bridge where Ian and Joan of Arc were.

"Are you Jeanne d'Arc?"

He asked hurriedly with a panicked tone that was totally inappropriate for someone of his status.

"Yes, I am Jeanne d'Arc."

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles VII knelt on the ground.

He began to beg:

"Finally see you!"

"Please, please save France!"

"Drive all those dragons out of England!"

"what?!"

200. Sensitive Stepsister/The Dragon of England/Charles VII's Hope for a Saint (4k)

[You can't believe what you're hearing - what is a dragon in England?]

【But you understand that at this point, Charles VII is unlikely to say anything useless. 】

[You realize that the current situation in France may be much worse than it seems.]

[You fell into deep thought.]

Compared to her brother's pensive look, Joan of Arc seemed even more confused.

She didn't even realize what Charles VII meant by this.

However, the girl knew that it was wrong to ask the prince to kneel down to her no matter what.

"Please get up first, Your Highness."

“It’s going to be a terrible feeling if this continues.”

After hearing Joan of Arc's words, Charles VII slowly stood up.

He was a thin man, and the purple noble suit he was wearing didn't seem to fit him well.

He looked tired and his eyes were bloodshot - it was obvious that he had not had a good rest for a long time.

However, although the appearance looks quite bad, it can even be said to be a little shabby.

But at this moment Charles VII seemed very excited.

He was like a person who had been trapped in darkness for a long time and suddenly saw the light he had been longing for.

"God bless France!"

"I've finally got you, Saint!"

"My persistence is indeed meaningful!!!"

After saying a series of words of gratitude, Charles VII finally noticed Ian beside Joan of Arc.

"Who is this……"

Before Ian could open his mouth to answer Charles VII's question, Joan of Arc took her brother's hand.

Her face was slightly red, and she looked shy and very young.

But the girl's tone when answering this question was extremely firm, as if it was destined.

"Your Highness, this is my love."

After saying this, Jeanne glanced to the side, secretly observing her brother's reaction.

The latter naturally understood his sister's little thoughts. He smiled slightly and agreed with this statement.

"The saint's lover?!"

Charles VII reacted and immediately looked at Ian with equal respect.

There was uncontrollable excitement in his words.

"Good! Great!"

"The lover of a saint must also be a saint!"