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"..."

Ian suddenly smiled.

"It seems so."

"We really didn't plan to get married because we cared about what other people thought."

"Your Majesty the King."

Ian looked at the thin man in front of him again, his eyes full of sincere requests.

"Can you please fulfill this little wish of mine and Miss Jeanne?"

"..."

Charles VII's expression also became somewhat emotional.

"Your love really makes me admire you."

"I see. If that's your choice, I'm happy to be the witness."

[You and Joan of Arc's simple but solemn wedding began in Reims Cathedral. ]

[“Pierre d’Arc, are you willing to marry Jeanne d’Arc?”]

[“I do.”]

[Jeanne d'Arc, will you marry Pierre d'Arc? ]

[“I do.”]

[In Reims Cathedral, you and Joan of Arc became a couple in the presence of Charles VII.]

[You have completely crossed that line and become a real couple. ]

[But you don’t know that this will be the last happy moment of your life. ]

【The wheel of fate begins to turn. 】

[You who violate the taboo are destined to walk on a bitter path. ]

206. Joan of Arc's married life/ Stepsister's curiosity/ Crisis comes secretly again (4k)

[Your relationship with Jeanne has never been closer.]

[You are not only comrades in arms in the recovery of France, but also close brothers and sisters, and lovers who are devoted to each other. ]

[However, for various reasons, you cannot openly announce the latter two levels of relationships to the public.]

[But this will not affect your secret time together as husband and wife in the dead of night. ]

Late at night, in Reims city.

Charles VII in the castle here.

A gentle sound echoed in a room that only VIPs could stay in.

The white holy flag that Joan of Arc usually held had now fallen on the spotless ground.

She slept in the same bed with her brother Ian, just like a real couple.

There was only the figure of her lover in her blue eyes, and everything else seemed to melt away in this close contact.

"Brother..." The newlywed Jeanne held the arm of the man next to her tightly, "I never thought that one day I would really be able to get along with someone of your status."

“It’s just… like a dream.”

Hearing his sister say this, Ian's expression seemed a little complicated, mixed with a bit of barely perceptible sadness.

Because he was just like her, he felt that this kind of life was just like a dream. It didn't feel real at all.

However, I can't follow her and admit that the scene at this moment is something that doesn't exist.

He would use enough lies to create a beautiful world for her - a world where she could live well with the simplest kindness.

to this end--

As an evil dragon, he would rather lie all his life to protect her sainthood until everyone in the world acknowledges this fact.

"So you think it's not real enough?" Ian lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

"What about now? Does it still feel unreal?"

Joan of Arc blushed when her brother kissed her, but she seemed to have some more thoughts of a lover because of the intimacy from him.

"It's still a little unreal now, unless--"

"Unless what?"

"Unless my brother holds me in his arms while I sleep!" Jeanne rubbed her fingers gently on the bed sheet, looking very shy, "That would be very real!"

"I knew you would say that." Ian looked at her beside him, then opened his hands. "I've been waiting for you to say that, little greedy cat."

"Eh?!" Seeing that her brother completely understood what she meant, Joan of Arc's eyes showed a little more joy of being hugged.

She was like a kitten that had been tamed for a long time, and she pounced on him, her beloved, without hesitation.

【This late-night tryst has become a form of flirting between you and your spouse. 】

[Joan of Arc doesn't mind that she can't stay by your side openly as your wife. ]

[Although sometimes I feel like something is missing, and even feel a little regretful. ]

[But the girl has never complained about this in front of you. ]

[Because for her, being able to make her lover worry less is a very happy thing. ]

[She felt that this meant she was one step closer to becoming a qualified wife.]

[Of course, even though both of you enjoy doing this, it's not necessary to do it every day.]

[After all, the coronation of Charles VII in Reims was not an end, but a new beginning - the revival of France still has a long way to go. ]

【As Joan of Arc has become the spiritual symbol of the Lord, she will naturally need to continue to lead by example in the coming period. 】

You realize you have to protect her in the process.

【This is your dual duty as a brother and a husband.】

sunrise.

The French flag was planted on the blue-brown city wall.

A gust of morning breeze blew, and the blue and gold flag symbolizing the royal family fluttered, silently announcing that Joan of Arc had won again.

I can’t count how many times this has happened.

After the tragic death of the English dragon in Orleans, the morale of the French army soared, and in a very short period of time they launched a devastating offensive.

Everyone regarded all this as a miracle brought by Joan of Arc - after all, no general had ever done such a thing.

Everything was just as Charles VII had said on the day of his coronation - the Lord had shown France a path to revival.

As long as you don't stop, the road will extend infinitely.

Everyone was convinced that France would regain its glory at the end of the road.

"Whoo~"

Standing on the city wall, Joan of Arc inserted the white holy flag that she had been waving vigorously during the battle into the cracks between the stones under her feet, allowing it to stand upright.

"We've recaptured another city!"

"Brother, I feel like I have completed many angel missions~"

Hearing his sister's slightly proud tone, Ian couldn't help but feel happy.

He gently stroked her soft golden hair and responded to her tenderly.

"If we're just talking about the angel's mission... I think Jeanne has already completed it a long time ago."

"I...have already finished it?"

Joan of Arc blinked her beautiful blue eyes and looked puzzled.

"Yeah." Ian held his sister's hand tightly and looked into the distance where the dawn was just coming.

"Because the angel never gave you any mission, right?"

"He just came out to meet you... He didn't mention anything at all."

"Jeanne, you have been able to reach the situation you are in today entirely because of your kindness and your passion for France."

"If that's all—"

"I think you have completed that 'mission' very well."

"But……"

Joan of Arc also looked into the distance, and her beautiful blue eyes showed a little more thought about the future.

"That alone is not enough... I feel I must do more, otherwise it would be unworthy of this meeting with the angel."

"Brother...you will stay with me until I finish, right?"

"of course."

Ian gently rubbed Jeanne's forehead with his own.

"I can't bear to leave such a lovely sister alone."

"Brother, you have to keep your word!"

The blonde girl looked at her brother and smiled sweetly.

But her eyes soon fell on a certain part of Ian's neck - Joan seemed to have discovered something.

"Come to think of it..."

Joan of Arc reached out and gently stroked the exquisitely crafted black dragon-shaped pendant around her brother's neck.

"I have wanted to ask my brother something for a long time."

"When did my brother put on this pendant?"

"I'm curious!"

"..."

[You realize that this is something that Joan of Arc cares about very much but has never mentioned.]

[You decide to confess part of the origin of the dragon pendant.]

[Because you don't want your sister Jeanne to be aware of the existence of Dragon Face Fafnir.]

"You said this..."

Ian took the pendant containing his dragon face back from Jeanne's hand.

"It's something my mother left for us."

"What did our mother leave us?"

Joan of Arc repeated what Ian said. Her expression was surprised at first, but soon she fell into deep nostalgia.

Although the girl does not have many memories about her mother in her mind, she still remembers her mother clearly.

After all, she was very good to herself and her brother - at least it was like that until she left this world.

"Then mom kept this for..."

"It's prepared in advance for our emergency needs." Ian answered his sister half-truthfully.

"This pendant is very valuable... Mom probably knew that Dad's condition was very serious, so she left this thing to us."

"If you need money urgently one day, just sell it."

"Fortunately, we never had such an opportunity."

"Hmm...that's it."

Having said that, Joan of Arc seemed to suddenly think of something and her expression became a little nervous.

"Speaking of which-"