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"Brother~"

The voice from Joan of Arc brought Ian's thoughts back to reality.

She blinked her beautiful blue eyes and looked at her beloved brother with a worried look on her face.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? You seem absent-minded."

"..."

[Although you feel that the unknown magician is a very dangerous existence. ]

[But you also clearly know that telling Jeanne about this at this time will only cause her more trouble.]

[After all, she is just an ordinary girl. ]

You don't want her to bear so much pressure.

"Nothing." Ian smiled slightly, "I just didn't get enough rest recently, so I was a little distracted."

"..."

Joan of Arc seemed a little guilty when she heard this.

"Brother...it's all because of me, right?"

“It’s definitely there, but not completely.”

Ian reached out and gently rubbed his sister's head, trying to calm her down.

"It's okay, Jeanna, don't mind it too much."

"..."

Joan of Arc pondered for a moment, then asked.

"Brother, are we going to rest here tonight?"

"Maybe."

"That--"

Joan of Arc looked at her beloved and her face turned slightly red.

"I'll make it up to my brother tonight~"

【Time flies by.】

[Night soon fell on the village you and Jeanne arrived at.]

[You have found a place to rest. ]

In a room somewhere in the village.

Joan of Arc's daytime peasant-girl outfit had been neatly folded and placed on the bed beside her.

She herself was going to perform some kind of prayer ritual from the nuns.

This was her first time trying to do this.

The blonde girl took out a bottle of wine from behind her - that was something she had bought from the proprietress in advance.

There was a pop.

Joan of Arc pulled out the cork and put it aside.

Gurgling.

The blonde took a few sips of the regular wine, but instead of swallowing it, she held it between her lips.

Kneeling on the ground, she put her hands together in a prayer posture and looked at her brother lying on the bed in front of her - asking if she could start praying.

Of course Ian did not refuse his sister's request.

He nodded to indicate yes.

Ever since——

The wine in the girl's mouth began to soak up something.

Joan of Arc, feeling guilty, also took this opportunity to make a summary of the things she had done in the past that had dragged down her brother.

She softly chanted the sutra of atonement and gently engraved her own kiss on the holy pillar in the sea of ​​wine.

The Holy Pillar then surged back and forth, creating a purple wave - that was the response from the Saint Symbiote.

Wading out in the quiet night, the sea surface is dotted with white light, embellishing the crimson sea.

At the final moment, the naked girl drank the redemption wine and smiled happily.

"I'm even with my brother again~"

Joan of Arc looked up at him in front of her, her eyes already filled with love.

"Great."

After the great pleasure, Ian felt a little worried.

He was really afraid that his sister would not have a good life.

【You had a great time.】

[Joan of Arc really likes this kind of thing that can bring you happiness. ]

[She was so absorbed in the subject that she fell into a deep sleep, even mumbling a variety of things.]

[“Brother, you are awesome.”, “I love it the most when my brother does this.”]

[Shameful remarks like these kept coming out of her mouth.]

【This should be something to be happy about. 】

[After all, in a sense, this is also a manifestation of her deep love for you - even her dreams have become like you.]

【But at this moment, you just can’t be happy at all. 】

[Because the happier Joan appears, the more you fear that something will ruin it all in the future.]

[You always want to help her pave the way for the future - but there is always something that stops you from achieving this.]

[There is no such thing as a one-time solution.]

【After realizing this, you fell into deep pain. 】

[Beside your sleeping sister, you suffer from insomnia. ]

It's quiet at night.

The young man, covering his forehead, looked very embarrassed.

Ian found himself trapped in some extremely terrifying obsession.

He was extremely anxious now, and had no way of calming down and thinking about the essence of the problem like he usually did.

But at this moment——

The black dragon-shaped pendant on the boy's neck glowed faintly.

"Pierre." Fafnir's voice came from inside.

"What's wrong with you?"

The voice of Dragon Mask made Ian regain some of his normal state.

This is another side of yourself that is absolutely trustworthy.

"Fafnir, I..."

【You told your other side what you saw and heard today. 】

【This kind of confession makes you feel a little less stressed. 】

【You realize that he is indeed a good person to confide in. 】

"A powerful magician?" Fafnir's voice was full of doubt. "Could it be that arrogant guy who calls himself Leif again?"

"No." Ian shook his head. "It's definitely not Rafe this time."

"Because this magician is a woman."

"This……"

Fafnir didn't know how to respond to this question for a moment.

After all, compared to his human face, he, as the dragon face, actually has less experience.

He thought for a while and asked again.

"Have you ever heard of such a magician before?"

"No." Ian quickly shook his head in denial.

"At least, I had never heard of such a magician before Jeanne and I left there."

"Ah."

"Then we shouldn't worry, right?" Fafnir's tone became more relaxed.

"After all, if she was really that powerful... I think the news would have spread among the armies of England and France a long time ago."

"The reputation that spread only after the great defeat makes it seem like a sinner who was found to take the blame."

That's an interesting statement.

Ian was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

"Fafnir, are you trying to comfort me?"

"It's not impossible for you to understand it this way." Dragon Face did not hide his purpose at all.

"The main reason is that I think there's no point in you being so anxious... You might as well go back to being the person who would do anything for your sister."

"I think that you are more in line with my perception."

"..."

"Correct."

"you're right."

[Fafnir's guidance will make you less anxious. ]

【You realize that there is still a lot you can do for Joan of Arc. 】

【And being anxious is the most meaningless and worthless thing among all. 】

[You calm down and start thinking about the situation at hand. ]

You figured out your purpose at the moment.

He and Joan of Arc had to cross almost half of France to return to the village of Domremy where they once lived.

In this process, you can collect information about this female magician.

After all, if the English soldiers in a small village like this know something or other, there must be some relevant intelligence in other places.

maybe--

I was actually able to piece together some information about this magician.

Ian, who had completely calmed down, set up his new goals that evening.

He wouldn't let anyone hurt his sister.

[You and Jeanne continue your journey back to the village.]

[However, what is different from the previous one is that you have a clearer goal in this journey. ]

[That is to discover the identity of the magician who claims to be able to bring victory to England.]

[But it's not as simple as you might think - almost everyone knows only the basics. ]

[Until this day, you and Jeanne came to this village. ]

【You met a girl. 】

[And her name——]

【His name is François Plehrati.】