The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Explorer Ian found that they were slightly different from the beautiful places he remembered.

For example, in the back garden at this moment, every time someone steps in to find a branch, there will be a little more swaying of the breeze at dawn.

"Jeanne, you are..."

"I don't know either..." Jeanne said shyly while praying, "I think I was a little nervous because I felt my brother was right next to me."

It turns out that everything is my own fault.

"That--"

Ian felt a little sorry in his heart.

"Do you want your brother to give you something as compensation?"

"Eh... can this be used as compensation?"

"I don't know...but can we give it a try?"

"Then... please give it a try, brother."

But it turned out that the brother and sister thought too simply.

The slightest movement of grass is a simple and natural thing.

But the reverse is not true - it is not so easy to keep the grass from moving when the wind blows.

Fortunately, the warmth between the siblings is enough to offset all this.

After much trouble, the forbidden food was finally allowed to enter and leave the quiet garden. Everything was just like that beautiful afternoon.

Listening to the melodious sound like a bird's song, Ian knew that his sister's attention would be diverted once again.

however--

Jeanne, who had been praying, spoke at this moment:

"Brother...I have something I want to do."

"what's up?"

"that is……"

Joan of Arc's body trembled slightly, which was her reaction when she was afraid that her brother would not allow it.

"I would like to agree to His Royal Highness's request."

"Are you saying you want to drive away all those English dragons for him?" Ian asked.

"Yes." Joan of Arc nodded.

“That’s what I wanted to do.”

[From the time I knew about this to the time I agreed to it, Jeanne only spent a few hours with you. ]

【You realize that the distraction methods you have been using may not work at this moment. 】

Ian's emotions were quite complicated.

After a long silence, he asked again;

"That--"

"Aren't you worried?"

"Worry?"

"Yeah." Ian's tone showed a bit more of his brother's concern for his sister.

"Those are specially tamed dragons, right? Aren't you afraid of being killed by them?"

"I'm scared." Joan of Arc responded in a low voice.

"But I'm more afraid that everyone will lose hope - after all, I'm the only one who can drive away the dragon, right?"

"If I don't take action, everyone... will definitely give up resistance."

“That’s how—”

"France is really finished."

"..."

Ian was stunned for a moment.

He discovered that his sister had completed the sublimation of consciousness through the hardships along the way.

I am getting closer to the idea of ​​saving the country...

Ian hesitated again and again, and finally asked a question.

"Jeanne, are you really going to do this?"

"Ah."

[The moment you hear this answer, you know that nothing can be changed. ]

【Joan of Arc never makes her choices lightly.】

[But once she makes a decision, she will never change it. ]

[Her will is much stronger than you might think.]

"I understand."

In the end, Ian couldn't make up his mind to forcibly stop his sister from doing so.

"Since you decide to do this... I will support you."

"That's great~ I love you the most!"

late at night.

Looking at Jeanne sleeping peacefully beside him, Ian looked happy yet worried.

He grasped the pendant around his neck.

Then the familiar voice sounded.

"It seems like you haven't contacted me for a long time... It seems like there is something urgent?"

"Yeah." Ian looked at the pendant in his hand that concealed his dragon face.

"Fafnir."

"I... probably have to turn into a dragon again."

201. The Pain of My Stepsister/The Boy Becomes a Dragon Again/The Holy Flag Protecting My Stepsister (4k)

"..."

After hearing Ian's words, Fafnir was silent for a long time before giving his response.

"Is it for my sister again this time?"

[Fafnir is your other side.]

【You know there is no need for you to hide anything from him. 】

[You told your Dragon Face all of Jeanne's thoughts on this war.]

[You hope that Fafnir can help you.]

"Ah."

Fafnir's sneer came from the pendant.

"Is Jeanna a little naive...does she really think she can defeat the dragon?"

"Please don't say that, other me."

Ian looked at the dragon-shaped pendant in his hand that was glowing black, his eyes showing great worry.

"This is all my fault."

"I was the one who gave her the wrong idea...she thought she had really seen an 'angel' and could defeat a powerful dragon."

"It has nothing to do with whether she is innocent or not."

"Are you planning to arrange everything for her secretly?" Fafnir's voice became a little emotional.

"You really dote on her."

"no way."

Ian gave a wry smile.

"I am her only relative in this world."

"If I don't pamper her like this... no one else will pamper her, right?"

"..."

"Alas." Fafnir sighed, "I don't mind using your body to transform into a dragon."

"but--"

"You should also know what the result will be if you continue like this, right?"

"I know."

Ian's hands were shaking, but his voice was incredibly firm.

"But I have to do this."

"I understand." Fafnir stopped trying to dissuade his human face, "Then at least let me use your body to understand the surrounding situation."

"No problem." Ian agreed immediately.

"Thank you, Fafnir."

"There's nothing to thank me for... We should have been united in mind."

【Fafnir agreed to your request.】

[Almost at the same time, Jeanne's voice came over at this time. ]

"Brother~"

Joan of Arc on the other side of the quilt blinked her pretty blue eyes.

"Who were you talking to just now?"

"Hey... well, I wasn't talking to anyone, I was just talking to myself."

Ian told a lie that wasn't really a lie—he was literally talking to himself.

"Jeanne, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Because..." Jeanne blushed slightly, looking a little shy, "It hurts a little, and I can't sleep."

"..."

"Is it because of what happened just now?"

"Maybe..." Jeanne's voice became a little softer, "I feel like my brother has a wild woman outside."

"The movements seem very skilled."

"That's impossible... This is obviously the first time."

Ian smiled and stroked his sister's head.

"But if it hurts so much—"

"Miss Jeanne, do you need Mr. Pierre to rub the painful area for you?"

"Hey... my brother is a big pervert!"

Jeanne said this, but she did not resist the hand that was touching her head.

After all, she really likes her brother.

[Time passed slowly amidst the interweaving of brother, sister and lover, and soon it was the next day. ]

[According to Joan of Arc's wishes, you held her hand and met Charles VII again.]