The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[If you leave hastily without making other arrangements, it will definitely lead to an extremely chaotic situation. ]

[You told Jeanne your thoughts - she understood everything.]

[Although she is still worried, she still decides to do as you wish. ]

[You have temporarily put aside this letter from Domremy Village.]

Joan of Arc's illness is more serious than expected.

More than half a month has passed, and her condition has not improved much, and she still looks very sick.

Fortunately, Ian had anticipated this situation early on.

During this half month, his magic skills became more and more sophisticated, and he continued to perform "miracles" in the army.

This includes but is not limited to the gorgeous flames that ignite at midnight, or the thunder that breaks out when someone approaches Joan of Arc's resting place.

The brother's actions completely shrouded his sister in mystery.

and so--

Although Joan of Arc had not appeared for more than half a month, no one questioned this.

Ian disguised a serious illness as a meeting to receive divine revelation.

But Joan of Arc herself was unaware of this - because of her illness and being taken care of by Ian, she was completely immersed in the happiness of being a wife.

But the girl also felt a little guilty.

After all, she understood how troublesome it was to take care of someone.

"Ah~~"

"what--"

After feeding his sister the medicine like he did when they were children, Ian gently rubbed the girl's soft hair and coaxed her.

"Okay, I've finished the medicine."

"Rest now...you'll be fine when you wake up."

After saying this, Ian stood up and prepared to walk out of the room - he had to help his sister deal with the piled up matters.

But at this moment, Joan of Arc reached out her hand, grabbed her brother and stopped him.

Her face flushed slightly and her tone was a little shy.

"Brother, can you not leave yet?"

Hearing this, Ian, who always doted on his sister, naturally stopped on the spot.

"Jeanne, what's wrong?"

"Nothing~" Joan of Arc looked at Ian, her eyes full of love.

"I just want to ask my brother a question."

"Problem? What problem?"

"that is--"

Joan of Arc held Ian's hand shyly but firmly.

She just let him move to the empty space on the bed next to her.

"Brother, do you want to stay?"

"..."

Ian noticed something and pulled his hand back without any hesitation.

"I don't want to, and I don't need to."

"Jeanna, you should rest now and don't say such things."

"Eh?!" Jeanne became anxious, "Brother, do you hate me?"

"It's not that I hate you...but you're still sick now, so you need to rest well."

“It’s almost healed!”

"How is that almost there?!" Ian responded in a stern brotherly tone.

"Are you treating your brother like a fool? Or do you think your brother hasn't taken care of you at all these days?"

"..."

Joan of Arc lowered her head and muttered softly.

"But I feel so sorry for my brother... His wife is right next to him, but he's been working like a servant for a whole month."

"As a wife, I have failed miserably, haven't I?"

"..."

【You realize that Joan of Arc cares a lot about her status as a wife.】

[If I don't respond to her, the situation might get worse.]

[You've softened your heart.]

"That--"

Ian's hands were shaking slightly.

"Just sit for a while."

"Good~"

It was just such a simple thing, but Joan of Arc was as happy as a little child.

She snuggled up to her brother's arm and rubbed against it gently like a kitten.

but--

Because of her illness, she was powerless and only rubbed for a while, and her movements became much slower.

There wasn't much he could do, so Ian could only turn the tables and take the initiative to stroke her head, comforting her.

I don’t know if it’s the effect of the medicine or the physical changes caused by the illness.

Ian could clearly feel that his sister was more like a cat than usual.

But he didn't care about this kind of thing - after all, he let her come closer just to comfort his sister.

Feeling that Joan of Arc was probably tired, Ian decided to let her continue to rest, while he would help her deal with the affairs.

"Okay... time to rest, right?"

"..."

"What's that look in your eyes?"

"Brother~"

Joan of Arc leaned close to Ian's ear and rubbed her head against him gently.

"Touch me again... I love this feeling."

Ok.

It seems that the current condition is not caused by the medicine.

Now, she actually longs for the simplest touch.

"Ah... you little naughty boy, I give in to you."

"Hehe~ I knew my brother would agree!"

【You guys finally had a great evening. 】

[Fortunately, this behavior did not have any negative impact on Joan of Arc's condition. ]

[On the contrary, Joan seemed to gain some comfort from this behavior.]

[She is in a slightly better mood, but still needs your care. ]

[One month passed like this. ]

You and her still have a nice evening from time to time.

[And the familiar situation appears before you again. ]

The same worn-out envelope, the same wax seal.

The brother and sister once again received a letter from Domremy Village.

The content of the letter has hardly changed.

However, the wording of the letter became much clearer regarding the hope that Joan of Arc could return to the village.

After hearing the contents of the letter, the girl looked a little worried.

"Is it the same situation as last time?"

"Yes." Ian nodded, confirming what his sister said.

"This time it was also a letter written by old man Hancock."

"That--"

Joan of Arc still has a place for Donremy Village in her heart.

Now that her condition had improved a little, she naturally began to worry about the problems in the village.

"Brother, this is already the second letter, should we..."

"Still can't go back." Ian answered directly.

"Your illness has only improved a little... If you go back now, what if it gets worse on the way?"

"but--"

Joan of Arc looked somewhat embarrassed.

"This is the second time they have written to us for help... If we continue to ignore it like this, will there be serious consequences?"

[It’s not that you don’t miss Domremy Village—after all, it’s where you once lived.]

You realize that there is some truth in what Joan said.

[After a little thought, you come up with a method that may be suitable for the current situation. ]

"Jeanne, how about this?"

Ian sat down at the table in the room and took out a slightly yellowed parchment from the drawer beside him.

"Let's write a letter back and explain our current situation."

"This way, we can explain the reason to them clearly... I believe they will understand us."

"Well..." Jeanne nodded, "This is the only way now."

[According to Jeanne's dictation, you wrote down in a tactful way the reason why you could not return to Domremy Village.]

【You think this might be a letter that can explain the problem clearly. 】

[After it arrives at Domremi Village, the situation may be able to ease a little.]

【But things didn’t go as smoothly as you imagined. 】

A month later.

Looking at the familiar wax seal on the envelope, Ian knew that this was another letter from Domremi Village.

This is the third letter in three months.

Ian hesitated for a long time, but finally took it apart.

Sure enough, just like the previous two times, this letter still hoped that Joan of Arc could return to the village of Domremy.

The letter avoided the main point and made some irrelevant responses to the brother and sister's previous explanations.

In addition, the wording this time has a bit more of a feeling that "If you don't come back, Dongremi Village is likely to be in great danger."

"..."

【You feel like something is wrong.】