The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

【The unique perspective in the sky makes you think about a possibility. 】

"That--"

"Instead of making the flames only hurt certain people... but avoiding certain people, Fafnir, can you do that?"

"The specific person is Jeanne, right?" Dragon Face responded to this question.

"I can try my best not to burn her... but if the battlefield is in chaos, I may not be able to pay attention to her presence all the time."

"Do not--"

"Fafnir, you will definitely notice it."

“I have a way to do this.”

The boy had a plan in mind.

[After another round of flying, you ended this flight. ]

【You have turned back into a human. 】

【You return to the castle in Chinon.】

[You meet with Charles VII alone, hoping that he can customize something according to your requirements.]

[Charles VII agreed very readily - after all, you are the saint's lover.]

【Two days later, the customized item arrives in your hands. 】

[You lead Jeanne to the room where they are placed.]

"Brother...can you open your eyes now?"

"Well, it's alright."

With her brother's permission, Joan of Arc slowly opened her eyes.

But what caught her eyes surprised the boy.

All I saw was an extremely conspicuous white military flag.

On the table next to it was a cloak with a cross mark and a half-armor suit of excellent workmanship.

A silver headdress lay quietly on it, silently telling of the preciousness of these things.

In this situation, Joan of Arc couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Brother, these are..."

Ian rubbed his sister's head to reassure her.

"These are the things I commissioned His Royal Highness to order for you."

"If you go to the battlefield, you should wear this safer outfit and take the holy flag."

"I believe... if everyone sees you like this, they will be more motivated."

"I see."

Jeanne nodded thoughtfully, then smiled at her brother.

"I understand."

"That--"

"I'll show it to my brother first!"

Ian breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his sister happily changing her clothes in front of him.

She didn't question why she had them custom-made to look so conspicuous.

That was his selfish desire as a brother - he wanted his sister to be noticed by his Dragon Mask Fafnir at all times.

"Brother, do I look good like this?"

"Well, it looks good."

[Under your arrangement, Sister Joan of Arc became Warrior Joan of Arc. ]

[A few days later, Charles VII gave Joan of Arc command of all his troops.]

[You will set out from Chinon to rescue Orleans, a city besieged by the English.]

【And this will be a battle that determines the fate of France. 】

202. Memories of the past/The French army is unstoppable/Dangerous Orleans (4k)

[People who are forced into desperate situations often have the most powerful strength. ]

【With just a tiny spark, they can start the most vigorous flame.】

[The appearance of Joan of Arc just provided such an opportunity. ]

"Everyone!"

Joan of Arc, who was at the front of the team, planted the white flag on the ground and looked at the troops behind her that were fully authorized by Charles VII.

She shouted loudly:

"The English took away our homes and my innocent compatriots became refugees."

"but--"

"They can't break our will!"

"Because the Holy Lord is in harmony with the thoughts of each of us! Let us unite in despair!"

"For the future of France, for the freedom that we all long for."

"We—must fight to the last moment!"

Joan of Arc mobilized the emotions of the soldiers present with just a few simple words - she seemed to be born to do this.

"oh oh--!!"

"Kick the English out!!!"

The thunderous war cry echoed in the sky, as if it could even shatter the clouds.

【Joan of Arc is not just talking. 】

[She added a sharp point to her white holy flag - so that she could actually use it as a gun.]

[Although she is petite and doesn't look intimidating. ]

But she always leads the charge.

[This fearlessness on the battlefield is engraved in the hearts of every French soldier. ]

[Since the general is not afraid of death, the soldiers should also follow suit. ]

[You are beginning to become brave.]

[You set out from Chinon with high morale, and fought your way along the Loire River. ]

【And as if responding to this courage. 】

[Joan of Arc, who led the charge, did not suffer any damage in these more than ten battles.]

【This is considered a gift from the Lord and a blessing from the angels. 】

【Everyone agreed that Joan of Arc was indeed a general sent by God to bless France.】

【Only you know what's going on. 】

[That conspicuous holy flag does more than just draw Fafnir's attention to Jeanne - it works on you as well.]

【Other soldiers go into battle to kill the enemy.】

【And your purpose in joining the war is to protect Jeanne. 】

[You used magic in secret to block the attacks coming towards her time and time again.]

[The so-called asylum is not a gift from God, but merely a human effort. ]

[After half a month of continuous marching, you arrived at a city near the upper reaches of the Loire River.]

[The French sword will rest here for a while, and then launch a surprise attack on Orleans. ]

"Hello, Commander-in-Chief."

"Well, hello."

"The commander-in-chief is really amazing."

"Excessive praise."

Joan of Arc responded to the soldiers' respect along the way and hurriedly walked towards a small wooden house in the city holding the holy flag.

pat.

The wooden door opened and then closed again.

Joan of Arc, who was so heroic on the battlefield, was now breathing heavily in the cabin.

She looked at her brother who had arrived at the cabin early, and her eyes became lustful.

She lifted up her skirt, revealing her fair and tender garden, and uttered something completely different from her usual image.

"Brother...I want it so much~"

[No matter how brave or fearless you are on the battlefield. ]

[In front of you, Jeanne will always be the sister who became unsatisfied after being developed. ]

[As her brother and her lover, you will naturally not refuse this extremely reasonable request.]

[Because you know she is under a lot of pressure at the moment. ]

Inside the room, the white holy flag leading the French army was leaning against the wall.

And its owner, Joan of Arc, who was personally appointed as the Royal Commander-in-Chief (the highest military rank, even able to command a marshal) by Charles VII, was lying naked on the bed.

Blindfolded, she stuck her buttocks out towards her brother behind her like a docile puppy, exposing the two gardens in her lower body to him without any cover.

Her hands were tied behind her back by her clothes like a defeated prisoner.

"Miss Jeanne." Ian held both ends of Joan of Arc's tall and lovely buttocks.

"This time... where do you want Mr. Pierre to go in?"

"..."

"...I want them all." The blindfolded Joan of Arc muttered softly.

"what?"

"I want them all!" Joan of Arc said anxiously, her proud breasts being squeezed and deformed on the bed.

"I want my brother's dick in both places!"

"..."

Hearing this, Ian felt a little sorry for his sister - he knew that she would only want this when she was under a lot of pressure.

"Okay, I won't be polite then."

He patted his sister's buttocks with his left hand and then began to move in and out of her front garden.

It must be said that Joan of Arc was truly burning with desire - as soon as he entered, she started moving herself, constantly squeezing the thick stick of her brother.

And Ian was not idle either.

He used the index finger of his right hand to gently play with his sister's other garden, making it expand little by little.

“Uh…uh…ah…”

The girl's humiliating voice echoed in the room where they were alone, and her body was shaking.

Hiss——

The front garden was filled to the brim, with white love overflowing from it and dripping onto the floor of the room.

At the same time, the garden on the other side also opened.