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"So-called conspicuous clothes are just a manifestation of my determination."

"..."

[The court raised many questions.]

[And Joan of Arc did not refute——she was just stating her feelings. ]

【But this is already a strong enough response. 】

[The theologians of the Inquisition were speechless by the illiterate blonde girl, as if she was the one who had studied theology for decades.]

They had to ask the final question.

"Jeanne d'Arc."

“Since you insist on using the Lord’s teachings to refute our words in every statement…are you trying to prove that you have received the Lord’s grace?”

This is a question that is fraught with pitfalls.

According to the existing doctrine, no one is allowed to admit that he has received the grace of the Lord.

If Joan of Arc admitted that she had received grace, it would mean that she was a heretic who did not understand the doctrine at all;

But if she admitted that she had not received grace, it would prove that the previous doctrinal refutations were all nonsense.

This is a mortal problem.

Even Ian had no idea how to respond.

however--

Such questions are meaningless in front of Joan of Arc.

She clasped her hands together, as if praying, and then spoke in the most sincere tone:

"I... don't know if the Lord has ever really bestowed any gift."

"But if I hadn't—"

“I hope the Lord will bless me at this moment.”

"And if I had——"

“I hope the Lord will enable me to improve in this area.”

"I want to save the France I love, and spend the rest of my life with the people I love."

This was the girl's most sincere wish from the bottom of her heart, which directly shattered the extremely despicable question from the Inquisition.

All everyone could see was a devout believer and a person who loved France.

as well as--

A wife who deeply loves her husband.

How could a girl like this be someone who needs to be judged?

The square fell into deathly silence.

It silently announced the failure of this verdict.

[The court of inquiry urgently stopped the trial - they felt that if it continued like this, Joan of Arc would probably overturn the perceptions of all English people.]

[Under pressure, they had to release her temporarily. ]

[In full view of everyone, you and she reunited in the square.]

"Brother~"

"Jeanne."

Under the gaze of thousands of people, the two kissed deeply.

A death trial seemed to have passed just like that.

but--

Is it really?

Plerati was standing on the tallest building in the city.

The wind blew her hair, creating waves of purple.

She raised the ancient book in her hand.

Suddenly——

A powerful magical power spread out in all directions, dyeing everything it touched blood red.

Plerati shouted:

"Take the city of Loyan as a forum and shout out the name of Beelzebub."

"Here and now, everything obeys my will."

The girl's eyes fell on Jeanne d'Arc, who was hugging her sworn brother, and her eyes were filled with hatred.

She hated her holiness.

And...the excessive pampering from him.

"The English—"

"Go and burn her to death in this city now!"

214. My Brother is an Angel (4k, Volume Complete)

The purest jealousy can breed the most terrible curses.

The illusion created by Plerati's magic instantly surrounded the city that wanted to judge Joan of Arc.

The crowd who originally looked at the sworn brother and sister with blessing eyes "changed" their attitude in an instant.

Their eyes glowed red and they kept repeating the same cold words.

"Burn her to death!"

"Burn her to death!"

The shouts filled the air surrounding the brother and sister, creating a scene of slaughter.

The whole city seemed to have turned into a huge court where Joan of Arc was to be killed.

Looking at the crowd approaching step by step, the girl was a little at a loss.

"What's going on here?!"

"..."

[Compared to Joan of Arc who can only perceive the surface, you are able to realize more. ]

[You find that there is a lot of magic flowing in the air. ]

[You know it's these magic powers that affect them. ]

[You realize that only Pulelati would do such a thing at this time.]

[You suddenly realize that she is the legendary English magician - this is probably why she escaped unscathed in the Burgundian ambush.]

【But all this has completely lost its meaning at this moment. 】

"Burn her to death!"

"Burn her to death!"

As waves of crazy shouts came, the encirclement formed by the crowd was shrinking.

Ian knew that this was not going to work.

He didn't have time to explain and simply grabbed his stepsister Joan of Arc's hand.

"Jeanne, follow me!"

[You take Jeanne through the city.]

【You used a lot of magic in this process. 】

"Brother... So you are really a magician?"

"I'm sorry, Jeanne, I haven't told you about this."

"No need to apologize." Joan of Arc panted while running all the way and forced a smile.

"I do not mind."

Ian's heart felt stabbed when he heard this.

"Really... That's great."

[You are fleeing in this city of blood and hatred. ]

【But as this escape progressed, new problems also emerged. 】

The magic power released by Plerati was simply too powerful.

Not only can it control people's actions in the form of illusion, but it will also constantly erode the vitality of the affected people like a plague and disease.

Many people turned into monster-like beings in the process, with only the words "burn her to death" becoming the guideline for their physical actions.

As for Ian——

He had used all his knowledge of magic to protect Jeanne to the best of his ability.

To this end, he even exposed himself to this horrific magic - just hoping to separate her from these unclean things as much as possible.

But even so, Joan of Arc was still greatly affected and her vitality was constantly eroded.

Being carried by her brother, her face turned pale and even speaking became difficult.

If this continues, she will probably die here before escaping from this bloody place.

【Your mind has understood one thing with great clarity.】

[That means we can’t continue like this. ]

[You must leave here as soon as possible. ]

【At this moment, you remembered your dragon-shaped pendant. 】

"Jeanne."

Hearing her brother's voice, despite her weak body, Jeanne responded as positively as possible.

"Yeah, I'm here."

Ian felt distressed when he heard his sister Joan's weak voice.

But he knew that now was not the time to dwell on such things.

"Jeanne, listen to me."

"No matter what you see later... don't be afraid."

"Ah?" Jeanne was a little confused, "Brother, what are you doing..."

"Please, promise me first, okay?"

"……Um."

Joan of Arc still trusts her brother as always.

After hearing this response, Ian reached for his dragon-shaped pendant.

A black light flowed out from it and lingered around the young man.

Fafnir's voice echoed in his ears.

"Pierre...are you serious?"

"If you become me again, you will disappear."

"I know." Ian's voice was trembling, but firm. "But there is no other way now."

"Fafnir, please help me one last time."

The Dragon Face did not respond to his Human Face again.