The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[You have arrived at the village road outside.]

The land of France was still shrouded in the cold winter, and a chill enveloped this not-so-big village.

Ian's hands trembled slightly - he had left those thick clothes to his stepsister.

And Pulelati's voice floated over with the invasion of coldness.

"Is it cold?"

"...kind of."

"Then give me your hand." said the girl.

"Um?!"

"hurry up."

Although he was somewhat confused about this, after hearing Pulelati's tone, Ian hesitated for a moment and then extended his hand as she wished.

His hand was held by the purple-haired girl.

And the moment it touched, a warmth came directly over me.

Ian immediately understood what was going on - Plerati used some kind of magic to keep warm.

"you……"

Before the boy could finish his words, the purple-haired girl looked at him and spoke preemptively.

"Why did you hide your identity as a magician from your sister?"

"Huh?" Ian was stunned for a moment. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me."

There was a hint of sharpness in Pulelati's eyes.

"You... never told your sister that you were a magician, right?"

"..."

[You were a little surprised at first—because you knew you had never mentioned this to her.]

[But you soon realized what was going on—Plerati and Jeanne had a conversation in the carriage.]

【Joan of Arc's reaction made her realize this.】

"That's nothing."

Ian responded to the gaze of the purple-haired girl in front of him.

"Even if I don't tell Jeanne that I'm a magician, it won't have any impact, right?"

"There's really nothing wrong with that alone."

"but--"

Pulati stared at Ian in front of him.

"You concealed this identity so that you could take good care of her."

"As a magician, how can you have such thoughts——?!"

"..."

"What does this have to do with you?" Ian asked back.

"Of course it does matter!"

Prelati held Ian's hand tightly, stood on tiptoe, and put her cheek close to him.

"You're a magician after all! A talented magician without a family!"

"You'll never meet someone like me in a hundred years!"

"You shouldn't be taking care of a sister... People like you should leave your own mark in the history of magic!"

"She—?! She's just delaying you!"

"Enough!" Ian roared and shook off Pulelati's hand.

"If you want to study magic, it's your business. I just want to take good care of my sister."

"She is the most important thing in my life... No magic can compare to her!"

Perhaps realizing that he was a little excited, Ian took a deep breath.

"Sorry, let's stop here for today. I have to go back to accompany Jeanne."

"Goodbye."

Looking at Ian's receding figure, Pulelati's expression gradually became distorted.

"No, absolutely not!"

"To let a genius magician waste his talent just to take care of his sister... That's ridiculous!"

“This is not right!!!!”

The purple-haired girl clenched her fists and seemed to have made up her mind.

And at some point in the future it will turn into murderous intent towards Joan of Arc until her death.

211. Joan of Arc seems to be catching an adulterer/Magician's weakness/Crazy (4k)

[Pulerati did not directly expose this murderous intention to you. ]

[On the contrary, she behaved like a normal person after that day.]

【But you didn't let down your guard against her. 】

[You know she's still a crazy magician at heart.]

[You intentionally avoided being alone with Jeanne and Plerati.]

【But you didn't expect that this would attract Jeanne's attention. 】

[She became a little worried.]

"Brother~"

Hearing the voice of his stepsister Joan of Arc, Ian quickly turned around.

"Jeanne, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"that is--"

Joan of Arc secretly glanced at Plerati beside her, and her expression looked very nervous.

"Brother...why do you seem to be avoiding her lately?"

"Are you afraid that I'll get angry if I see you?"

"..."

Ian glanced at Plerati, and his gaze quickly returned to Joan of Arc in front of him.

"There is no such thing."

"I just simply think that I should spend more time with you."

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc blushed upon hearing her sworn brother's frank words.

But she soon shook her head as if she remembered something.

"Brother, you can't go on like this!"

"No?" Ian frowned slightly, "Why not? Do you really dislike your brother doing this?"

"That's not the case!" Joan of Arc quickly waved her hand to deny her brother's statement.

"Didn't my brother say that he wanted to learn more about the English magician from her?"

"If you focus all your energy on me now--"

"You can't do that, right?"

"..."

【You realize that your sister Jeanne has taken your words that day to heart.】

[She is unable to do anything to help and is worried whether she has affected your "plan". ]

【You decide to let her allay this concern. 】

"It's okay." Ian reached out and gently stroked his sister's head.

A soft touch soon fed back to his hand.

"Jeanne did not affect her brother's plans."

"but--"

"If I go to her directly like this now, won't Jeanne get angry right away?"

"Brother!" Joan of Arc pouted.

"Do I look like such an unreasonable sister?"

"If you're doing your job--"

"I'm sure I won't be angry."

"...That's right." Ian nodded and smiled slightly, "I understand."

"Now that you've said that, I'll immediately turn my attention back to this."

"Hmm!" Joan of Arc smiled sweetly, and then suddenly seemed to remember something important.

"That's right, brother."

"Ok?"

"Never mind, nothing~"

Joan of Arc looked at her sworn brother, her smile still bright.

She actually intended to ask him if he had secretly become a magician without telling her.

But then I thought about it——

This kind of thing is not important at all.

Whether he is a magician or not, he is still the person who loves me.

And even if he kept it a secret from me, there must be a reason, right?

[Jean's understanding makes you feel a little relieved. ]

[You realize that being too defensive with Pulelati will make your adopted sister nervous.]

[Besides, you do have some things you want to ask her. ]

【You decide to talk to her as soon as possible. 】

In a hostel in a village somewhere.

This was the nth village the three of them had arrived at - the roads in winter were always more difficult to travel than in summer, so they stopped more often.

At this moment.

Ian and Pulelati were sitting on either side of a round wooden table.

Two glasses of excellent wine rested quietly on the table, silently telling of the invisible distance between the two people.

"I said--"

Prelati pretended to glance at the corner of the hallway casually.

Joan of Arc, who was holding onto the edge of the wall, was seen sticking out half of her head and looking towards where her sworn brother was.

She looked very worried, but seemed to be afraid to come out because of something.