The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"If everyone goes, it will be too oppressive."

"Brother~"

"Just the two of us."

"..."

Although it feels a bit dangerous for the two of them to face Black Jeanne directly.

But seeing the determined look in his sister Joan's eyes, Ian did not hesitate any longer.

"okay, I get it."

"If you think this is okay, let's give it a try."

Ian was the absolute core of everyone present.

After hearing his plan to go into the city alone with Joan of Arc.

Although everyone had some doubts in their hearts, no one raised any objections.

This is not difficult to understand.

A man who can resolve a major crisis that requires a group of people to face within three hours, his words are naturally credible.

Ever since——

Ian and his sister once again walked into the Demon City of Orleans and headed directly towards the castle where the Dragon Witch Black Jeanne was.

Walking on the road, Jeanne's expression gradually became more and more surprised because of the scenery around her.

This city is completely different from the one she remembered - after all, this is the place that experienced the battle of dragons!

Joan of Arc still remembered the dilapidated state she saw when she first came here, but now it has completely disappeared.

As if he had seen through his sister's thoughts, Ian quickly spoke:

"Does it feel strange?"

Knowing that she had nothing to hide in front of her brother, Jeanne nodded.

"Yes."

"It's completely different from the Orleans I remember...it's even more beautiful than it was back then."

"It's a given."

Ian's eyes swept across the buildings on the street and at a glance caught the traces of magic echoing in the air.

He continued to explain.

"because--"

"These are all projected through magic, so they are naturally much more beautiful than the original buildings."

"Eh?"

Joan of Arc was surprised at first, but soon fell into a kind of sadness.

There was even a hint of sympathy in her eyes.

"elder brother."

"Has the other 'me' always been living in this illusory environment?"

"..."

Ian knew what Joan was thinking.

He rubbed Jeanne's head and said gently:

"That's enough, Jeanne."

"It's not your fault... You didn't want this to happen, did you?"

"Hmm~" Joan of Arc nodded, knowing that Ian was trying to enlighten her.

"Brother, let's hurry up!"

"it is good."

With completely different thoughts from when he left, Ian took Joan of Arc back to the door of the bridal chamber where he slept with the Dragon Witch.

And at this time, something unexpected happened.

Jeanne reached out her hand to stop Ian, then said:

"elder brother."

"Can you let me in alone?"

"..."

Another request that sounds ridiculous.

But this time, Ian was not in a hurry to reject his sister.

"Jeanne, I have no objection to your having your own ideas."

"but--"

"Can you at least tell me why you do this?"

I heard my brother's question, which was considered quite polite.

Jeanne lowered her head and explained in a voice that was not loud but firm enough:

"I don't know what to say either."

"but--"

"I think if I could go in and meet her alone, it might make things a lot easier."

"..."

Although this doesn't sound like a valid excuse.

But seeing how determined he was to try it, Ian couldn't bring himself to refuse her request.

"I see."

Ian folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall next to the door.

"Since you want to go in alone--"

"Then go in alone."

"But let me make this clear first. If something goes wrong, shout out immediately."

"I'll go in right away."

"Ok!"

With the support of her brother, Joan of Arc took a deep breath and then pushed open the door that separated the inside and the outside.

It's as if it was destined.

The moment the Saint stepped into the room, she made eye contact with the Dragon Witch who had just woken up.

"..."

"..."

“Ah——!” A roar came from Black Jeanne’s throat.

That was rage at its most primal.

"How dare you appear in front of me!"

Having said this, Black Jeanne d'Arc didn't care about the cool clothes she had changed into specially because of Ian, and she transformed into a flag and planned to stab the opponent.

Looking at the weapon that was almost identical to the holy flag, Joan of Arc felt a little scared, but more of it was sympathy.

The saint has confirmed that the Black Jeanne in front of her is just a poor "Avenger" who has become the Dragon Witch in her place.

She...actually doesn't understand anything.

"That——"

"Can we sit down and talk for a minute?"

Hiss.

The flag stopped in front of Jeanne's brow.

The Dragon Witch frowned, her tone full of confusion.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Shall we... sit down and talk?"

Knowing that the other party was not completely unable to listen to what she said, Jeanne did not hesitate and continued:

"Yes."

"We... don't actually have to be enemies."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Black Jeanne made the flag disappear. "We are natural enemies!"

"Do not."

"We never had any actual conflict."

Joan of Arc looked at the face in front of her that was almost identical to her own.

"and--"

"You keep saying you hate France... but do you know why you hate it?"

“That’s because—!”

Black Jeanne stood there in a daze.

Yes.

Why do I hate France?

What is the reason?

Seeing Black Joan of Arc's voice suddenly stop, Joan of Arc knew that she had indeed caught her blind spot in thinking.

There was moisture in the corners of her eyes - a sign of sadness for her other self.

"Look."

"You don't really know why you hate France, do you?"

"..."

Seeing that she could not think of any reason to refute the other party, Black Jeanne suddenly became anxious.

"I'm sick!"

"Hate is hate, there's no need for a reason!"

"No." Jeanne shook her head. "Even the smallest hatred has its reason."

"You... don't actually know what you're doing."

"so--"

Jeanne looked at "herself" in front of her.

"Stop it, other 'me'."

"This is the wrong time, it can't go on like this."

"..."

"what are you talking about!"

"I don't admit to such a thing."

Black Jeanne d'Arc, whose pain point was touched, angrily swung her fist at her other "self".

But the punch was blocked before it hit the opponent.

The one who stopped her was none other than Ian.