The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Ian held the black dragon-shaped pendant around his neck.

"but--"

"I will not forget you."

"You said... I am you and you are me. How could I forget myself?"

"..."

Fafnir chuckled.

"you're right."

“Then keep communicating.”

After saying this, Dragon Mask had no further response.

Just at this moment, a noise came from the door - someone was about to come in.

But Ian already knew who it would be.

The wooden door was gently pushed open.

Joan of Arc appeared there.

She was holding a basin of hot water with her head lowered, her eyes filled with gloom from the inside out.

【You know how this works.】

[As your sister and lover, Jeanne cares about you very much. ]

[Knowing that you are unconscious like this, she will naturally not be in a good mood. ]

"Jeanne, my brother doesn't like it if you look gloomy."

"Eh?"

Joan of Arc raised her head, and the moment she saw Ian sitting up, her eyes as blue as the sea began to tremble.

pat-

The basin filled with hot water fell to the ground.

The girl couldn't believe what she saw.

But the body had already subconsciously run towards where he was.

"Brother~"

With a plop, Joan of Arc pushed Ian down on the bed.

She hugged him, whom she had been thinking about day and night, and began to sob.

"Brother, you finally woke up!"

"I'm so scared... I'm so scared that you'll never wake up again!"

"..."

Ian said nothing, just gently stroked his sister's back.

He knew how she felt at that moment - he could even empathize with her.

The brother and sister hugged each other in bed, letting everything around them fall into a warm reunion.

but--

"Well, Jeanne."

"what happened?"

"Can you please let me go for a moment, brother... My body hurts so much."

After hearing what Ian said, Joan of Arc realized that her brother's injuries had not yet fully healed.

She quickly let go of his hand and apologized profusely.

"Brother, I'm sorry!"

"Nothing." Ian reached out and gently rubbed his sister's head.

"I know you did this because you were worried about me, Jeanne."

"but--"

"Can you tell me first, what is going on now?"

"Yeah!" Joan of Arc nodded like a well-behaved kitten.

"Brother, it's like this..."

【Joan of Arc tells you what happened after you lost consciousness.】

[You were seriously injured and were taken back to the French army by Joan of Arc.]

[As the commander of the royal family, she ordered all resources to be concentrated to save you, but the results were not ideal. ]

[You fell into a deep coma, and no sound could wake you up.]

【Everyone thought it was impossible for you to wake up again. 】

[Some people began to persuade Joan of Arc to give up trying to save you - France still has a long way to go in its revival, and we can't waste too many resources on one person.]

【But the young girl was not willing to do so. 】

[She made a promise to everyone that was like a bet - as a leader, she would give up trying to save you the first time she lost.]

【Everyone thought that Joan of Arc listened to the advice. 】

[After all, there has never been a commander in French history who has never been defeated. ]

【However, the result was exactly the opposite.】

[As if she was truly guided by the Lord and instructed by the angel, she won all the next nine battles.]

[This is a miracle in French history - no one else has achieved such a feat except Joan of Arc.]

[And your awakening at this moment has brought the incident to a perfect end. ]

"so--"

Ian looked around the room he was in.

"Where are we now?"

"Lance." Joan of Arc answered directly.

"We have escorted His Majesty the Prince to Reims...He will receive the coronation ceremony here and become the new king."

"That way, that bastard from England won't have the right to say France is his land."

"Yeah?!"

Ian seemed very happy to hear this.

After all, in a sense, the accession of Charles VII was equivalent to washing away a past shame for France.

A king from England would never do whatever he wants on French soil!

But before Ian could be happy for long, Joan of Arc's next question made him stunned.

The younger sister, who had grown into a complete beauty, looked at her brother in front of her with her lips moving slightly.

"Speaking of -"

"Brother, why... did you appear in Orleans City?"

"Isn't this a little bit wrong?"

"..."

[Although you know this is a question you can’t avoid after waking up, you still feel a little guilty when Jeanne brings it up.]

【But you quickly adjusted your mindset. 】

[You must not let Jeanne know what you did.]

[Otherwise she will definitely feel guilty about it, and may even start to deny everything she has done in the past. ]

【You decide to tell a lie. 】

"Joan of Arc... I was actually captured by a dragon."

"Caught by a dragon?" Joan of Arc frowned slightly, revealing a puzzled expression.

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

"I was captured by a black dragon... and then I was involved in a battle between two dragons."

"Black dragon?" Joan of Arc seemed very confused. "I have never heard of such a dragon in France before."

"Maybe the angels couldn't stand the English...so they sent a dragon over."

Ian felt extremely guilty when he said this.

After all, this reason sounds too outrageous no matter how you listen to it.

however--

Joan of Arc, however, did not seem to want to doubt her brother at all.

She nodded thoughtfully, then continued:

"I see... Looks like everyone misunderstood."

"Misunderstood?"

"Yes." Joan looked at her brother and explained seriously, "They insisted that it was because I arrived in Orleans that the dragons died here."

"Now it seems——"

"Maybe the Lord is blessing us!"

"God bless France!"

"..."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is a master who never shows up... otherwise things might not be so easy to explain away.

As he thought of this, a sharp pain spread throughout Ian's body - his injuries had not yet fully healed.

He gasped, trying to hold back the pain.

【However, pain is not something that is so easy to endure. 】

【Joan of Arc quickly noticed your abnormality.】

"Brother!" Jeanne suddenly became nervous, "Has the effect of the medicine worn off?"

"Maybe."

Ian's mouth trembled as he said this.

The damage left over from the battle with Dragon Mask was much worse than expected.

"Then I'll help you change the medicine now!"

Joan of Arc hurriedly rummaged through a box nearby.

Soon, she took out the medicine she had prepared earlier.

The girl didn't bother to think about anything else and started to pull off her brother's clothes. After he was completely naked, she began to carefully change the medicine on each wound.

Seeing his sister's serious expression, Ian couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Jeanne...is this what you did when I was unconscious?"

"Yes."

Joan of Arc responded to Ian lightly, as if everything was extremely simple for her.

"I don't feel comfortable letting other people take care of my brother... I'm sure they won't try their best."

Hearing this, Ian sighed.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Jeanne."