The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Upon hearing this, Pulelati was stunned.

She obviously didn't expect that Ian's first words when they met would be that he was thankful for being alive and well.

"Are you concerned about me?"

"...If you want to call it caring, then it can be considered caring."

Ian said neither arrogantly nor humbly.

"After all, in a sense, you have fulfilled your promise and told me the information about the magician, right?"

"..."

Plerati turned his head away and muttered softly.

"You two brothers and sisters are really the same... so kind that it makes people feel a little stupid."

"But there's nothing wrong with being kind." Ian looked directly at Preladi, "Isn't it?"

"..."

As if he was unable to refute Ian's words, Pulelati was silent for a long time before speaking again.

"So your kindness can get you out of here?"

"Of course not now."

Ian took a deep breath and continued to work on the magic on the vertical pole in front of him - even though the progress so far was still zero.

"But I won't give up...ever."

[Your words seem to have touched Pulelati.]

[There was a bit more complex emotion in her purple eyes—it was a reaction she hadn’t had before.]

[Perhaps it is a pity that your magician's talent has not been fully utilized, or perhaps it is a resentment that you have failed to live up to expectations.]

[In short, her thoughts changed at this moment in a way you didn't expect.]

[This also directly affected her next actions. ]

"I say, Pierre, aren't you curious about how I got here?"

"Curious." Ian's hand touched the vertical bar of the prison, and a warm feeling passed along his arm.

"But that doesn't make any sense... I just want to know how to get out of here."

"What if I say I can help you out?" Plerati responded with his arms folded across his chest.

"..."

Ian did not answer her directly, but raised his head and looked at the purple-haired girl in front of him.

There was certainly some doubt in his eyes, but more of it was hope for Pulelati who said such words.

"Don't look at me like that." Pulelati said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "It will make me very uncomfortable."

“And I can actually do that.”

"but--"

Pulelati stretched out his hand and pointed at Ian in front of him.

"I will only rescue you."

"As for your sister——"

"I have no interest in her...so I don't plan to rescue her."

"..."

Without any hesitation, Ian sighed and answered directly.

"Forget it then... Thank you for your kindness, Plerati."

The purple-haired girl immediately realized what Ian meant by this sentence - if they only rescued him and gave up their sister Joan of Arc, he would rather not be rescued himself.

"You stupid!"

Plerati's eyes widened a little and he looked a little exasperated.

"It was those vicious Burgundians who arrested you."

"If you continue to stay here, you will definitely die here!"

"Of course I know that."

Ian continued to analyze the magic tricks on the vertical pole in front of him, his tone appearing quite serious.

"It is precisely because I know that the future will end like this that I want to rescue my sister... She absolutely should not die in a place like this. This is not the life she should have."

"Pierre, you fool!" Plerati cursed, "Is this how your life should be?!"

"Is it really worth it for you to be in this state because of a sister who doesn't even know her own weight?!"

"..."

Ian turned around and saw Joan of Arc, who had fallen asleep from crying herself tired.

She was wrapped in the coat she had just taken off, looking as delicate as a rag doll.

His expression relaxed a little, and then he turned around as if he had made up his mind and looked at Plerati who was stamping his feet in anxiety.

"Yeah...is this really worth it?"

"I have thought about this question countless times in the past... Is it worth giving up so many things for Na?"

"And now I have figured it out—"

"If there is no Jeanne in this world, it means nothing to me."

"My existence is to ensure her existence."

"so--"

"I will never abandon her no matter what...ever."

“She is the saint of my life.”

"..."

Plerati's face began to distort.

That was the anger and humiliation he felt when he saw his idea was rejected by Ian.

"What a saint!"

"Okay! Since you think your sister is a saint... then she must experience what all saints have to go through, right?!"

"Ian...just wait, your sister will soon become a true saint!"

"And you will become a true magician after this!"

"I, Plerati, keep my word!"

After saying this, the purple-haired girl walked away.

She completely disappeared into the corridor, as if she had never been there.

A vicious curse spread throughout the night.

That was the madness coming from Plerati - she was absolutely determined to destroy Joan of Arc!

[After that, Pulelati never appeared in front of you again.]

[She seemed to have disappeared from this world along with the evil that day.]

[And you were unable to break through the prison's blockade of you and Jeanne.]

[You and Jeanne have been imprisoned here for more than a month.]

【She spent her eighteenth birthday in prison.】

[King Charles VII, upon learning that you were captured, made repeated demands for your redemption—he was even willing to cede an entire city for this.]

【But the English rejected his request without hesitation. 】

[They continue to hold you and Joan of Arc in custody, claiming that God's will should also come to England.]

【Another year has passed. 】

[You worked hard and finally broke through the magic shackles of the prison. 】

【But all this has become meaningless at this moment. 】

【Because the English announced a decision that evening. 】

them--

Joan of Arc must be put on trial!

213. Joan of Arc's Long Confession of Love/The Shattered Judgment/The Growing Girl (4k)

【This is an unexpected trial. 】

【The English actually decided to conduct a moral trial on the French saint in their own territory.】

[No matter how you think about it, this is an extremely absurd thing. ]

[But no one in England or Burgundy doubted this.]

【After a long period of propaganda, Joan of Arc was no longer a hero in their eyes, but an extremely corrupt heretic.】

[You realize that you must tell Jeanne how to respond.]

The night before the trial.

Ian and Joan were transferred to a new prison.

This was a show by the court - they wanted everyone in England to know that this was a reasonable and flawless trial.

Clean cells like this one are an extremely necessary part of this.

Faced with such an environment, Ian didn't feel comfortable at all.

He just wanted to explain to his adopted sister Joan of Arc how to deal with this doomed unfair trial tomorrow.

"Jeanne, listen to me..."

[You and Jeanne discussed many countermeasures.]

【She also took note of everything you mentioned very carefully. 】

【But you also noticed that something was wrong with her expression. 】

You realize that she seems to have some ideas of her own.

"..."

Ian looked at his sister in front of him, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke gently:

"Jeanne, do you... have anything to say to me?"

Hearing her sworn brother's voice, Joan of Arc was silent for a long time before she responded in a low voice.

"Brother...you said it's best not to answer questions that involve me personally."

"But if——"

"I know the answer to that question? Shouldn't I answer it, too?"

"..."

[You realize that Joan of Arc has her own unique obsession with certain things.]

[This is quite contradictory - the more you say, the more likely you are to get into a dangerous situation, but if you say less, it may go against her original intention.]

【You thought about it for a long time but still couldn't get a suitable answer. 】

[Until Jeanne touched your hand.]

"elder brother……"

The blonde girl asked worriedly, blinking her beautiful blue eyes.

"Did I say something really stupid?"