The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

“Two saints appearing here at the same time… This is the Lord helping us!”

"God bless France!"

However, in the face of this praise from Charles VII, Ian did not become arrogant.

"Your Highness...I am not a saint."

Ian took a step back, allowing Jeanne to stick out a little.

“She is a saint.”

"besides--"

The boy looked around at his surroundings.

"We don't need to stand by the bridge all the time, right?"

"Hey, you're right!"

Charles VII slapped his head, then turned around and gave orders to the soldiers behind him.

"Escort the saint and his lover into the city!"

[At Charles VII's signal, you and Joan of Arc were escorted forward by French soldiers.]

[This attitude is unprecedented.]

【You realize that Charles VII thinks highly of you.】

You enter the castle of Chinon - the only thing in Bourges and its environs that still resembles a symbol of dominance.

[You and Jeanne have been treated with the highest level of courtesy here.]

【But... they don't seem ideal. 】

Looking at the food in front of him, Ian's expression looked a little heavy.

Although it was the "highest level of hospitality", the dishes served still looked very shabby.

Charles VII certainly understood this.

He immediately shouted:

"What do you mean? This is the saint who can save France and her lover! How can you serve them this kind of food?!"

"Pour it out for me and get something better!"

The scolded maid looked embarrassed at this moment.

"But Your Highness... this is the best we can find."

"This……"

Charles VII's expression became a little embarrassed for a moment.

The excitement of welcoming Joan of Arc almost made him forget his own predicament - France is not as wealthy as before.

"Your Highness, it's okay~"

Jeanne picked up the food from the plate and smiled.

“It’s great to have food like this!”

"Right, brother... Mr. Pierre?"

Of course Ian would not ruin his sister's career.

He quickly followed with a nod.

"Yes, it's great to have food like this."

"and--"

The young man looked at Charles VII with sharp eyes.

"Rather than food or anything like that, the Saint and I care more about what the Prince is talking about, 'England's dragon'."

"I see."

Charles VII sighed heavily - he knew that the other party was giving him a way out.

"I understand."

"Things...are like this."

【Charles VII tells you and Joan of Arc about the "Dragon of England."】

[This is an era where magic exists, and it is also an era where dragons exist. ]

[Mysteries on all sides are intertwined in this war. ]

[England tamed several powerful dragons by some unknown means and released them onto the battlefield.]

[This is undoubtedly a devastating blow to France - after all, humans are very vulnerable in front of dragons, even with the bonus of magic.]

[Because of this, the French army was helpless in the war and suffered a series of setbacks.]

[This is also why Charles VII was so excited - because Joan of Arc "really" drove away the dragon.]

[In other words, she who is "special attacking" against the dragon is the hope of this war. ]

【Listening to these words, you realize that the situation seems to be beyond your control. 】

"Anyway, this is our current situation."

Charles VII, who had told the truth about the twelve thousand, looked at the two people in front of him.

"Saints and their lovers, you are the only hope in this war."

"Please, save France!"

Joan of Arc was about to answer Charles VII but was stopped by Ian.

The latter looked at the crown prince who made a sincere request and spoke calmly.

"Can you give us a moment to think about this?"

"..."

There was a flash of disappointment in Charles VII's eyes, but he still nodded very respectfully.

"I understand."

"This is indeed not something that can be settled in a short time - so, you should take a rest first."

【Charles VII has arranged the best rooms for you. 】

[That's the place in the castle where you can get a bird's eye view of the entire Chinon.]

The room is large and luxurious.

Apparently, it was the same food as before.

Charles VII racked his brains over how to treat the saint who had finally come to his side.

Ian began to feel some sympathy for the crown prince who was "deprived" of his inheritance rights.

He works really hard.

but--

That sympathy only lasted for a short while.

Because he cares more about his sister.

Ian came to his sister's side - she was leaning against the big window in the room, looking at the scenery outside, but her eyes seemed a little lost.

He couldn't help but ask:

"Jeanne."

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at the people of Chinon..." Joan of Arc took in the situation near the castle from a bird's eye view.

“They’re having a bad time, too.”

Just like what Joan of Arc said.

At this moment, although Chinon was nominally an area ruled by Charles VII himself, it was actually just the last place where France was lingering.

Ordinary people who have paid a heavy price for this war can be seen everywhere on the streets.

They lay in tattered clothes in the streets of Chinon, eating black bread that had gone bad for who knows how many days.

Wine bottles rolled here and there on the dark streets, making everything look particularly desolate.

In this situation, even though Ian didn't have the same level of kindness as his sister, he still felt a little bit sorry for her.

“It’s really bad.”

"But... His Royal Highness will definitely find a way to handle all of this."

"Really?" Joan of Arc's expression seemed a little complicated.

“I always feel like it’s not that easy.”

[You realize that if this continues, Joan of Arc will definitely lose her temper again.]

[You don't want to see your sister looking sad.]

【You decide to try your old trick again. 】

"Jeanne."

Ian followed Joan of Arc and looked out the window at the heartbreaking scene.

"Brother...I hope you can stop looking outside."

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc turned around, her blue eyes full of surprise.

"Can't you see it?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "Because my brother has something else he wants to ask you for, is that okay?"

"..."

Zhende nodded shyly.

"Of course... it's okay if he's my brother."

Ever since——

In the best room of the Château de Chinon, the little nun, who was considered a saint, stood in front of the window.

In order to completely divert attention.

Her eyes were covered with black cloth and she could no longer see anything clearly.

but--

Even like now, she still looked as if she was praying seriously and looked very pious.

If anyone saw her now, they would probably be more convinced that she was a saint.

But this kind of thing will never happen.

Because no one has time to notice a window in a castle.

after all--

Now, just being alive is already a matter of trying my best.

Ian took a deep breath, hugged his sister gently, and spoke in her ear.

"Jeanne, brother..."

"I know~" Jeanne replied sweetly, "Brother, don't worry about me."

With his sister's permission, Ian once again became an adventurer.

He thought back to the time he had spent in Domremy, in two gardens full of tangerines that had never been visited by anyone.

Now it has been actually reproduced by his own sister.

but--