The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Upon hearing this, Black Jeanne's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Such a beautiful dress... How can I wear it again?!"

Joan of Arc was now anxious.

"Wait a moment!"

"Wedding dress? When did this happen?!"

"..."

Black Jeanne showed a smug smile.

She loved showing off, so it was naturally amusing to see another herself so anxious.

"I said you must have never been married!"

The Dragon Witch said this as she walked towards the closet in the room.

Then, she pulled out an extremely beautiful wedding dress from inside - that was what Gilles de Ray had prepared for her in the previous "wedding".

“Look—!”

"I wore this to marry my dear!"

"what?!"

The confidence that Joan of Arc had just built up with great difficulty was completely shattered in an instant.

How can this be compared?!

He even had a wedding dress...but I didn't even change my clothes when I married him in front of the king.

What Joan of Arc didn't know was that Ian had already noticed her overly obvious change in expression.

He explained directly at this time:

"Jeanne."

"That's why I want to marry you again."

"I--"

"I really want to see you in this wedding dress."

"Eh?"

Ian's words pulled Joan of Arc back from the brink of despair.

"Brother... do you want to see me wearing this wedding dress?"

"Yeah." The man smiled and nodded.

“I think it would be beautiful.”

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc's face turned red.

"Is this what my brother thinks?"

"I understand!"

"but--"

Joan of Arc shyly looked at the wedding dress in Black Joan of Arc's hands, her expression somewhat envious and a little worried.

"That's her wedding dress, right? I... can't wear hers, right?"

"I know." Ian gently touched Jeanne's head, "So we have to ask Jill to make another set."

"I'm sure he will."

"I see..." Jeanne smiled happily, "That's great~"

Ever since——

Ian resolves the “conflict” between the two Joans of Arc in a clever way.

No.

It should be said that there was no contradiction from the beginning.

Everything was just a misunderstanding.

Now, it has received the correction it deserves.

late at night.

Ian, who made a marriage plan to repair the singularity and received everyone's support, sat on the bed.

Beside him were his two "sisters" - Black Jeanne d'Arc did not object to being called that, and even liked it a little.

"elder brother."

Jeanne spoke cautiously.

"After the wedding tomorrow...you will leave here, right?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, and finally confirmed this cruel fact.

"Yeah, we have to go."

"otherwise--"

“The future of humanity cannot be repaired.”

"Really……"

Although she was very reluctant to leave her brother, Joan of Arc still nodded.

"That's right."

"If humanity has no future... everything is meaningless."

"That's none of my business!" Black Jeanne grumbled loudly, "I'm not in the future!"

"Why do I have to give you the Holy Grail and then let you go back?!"

"Can't you just stay here?!"

"..."

As if he had expected Black Jeanne to say such a thing, Ian hugged his two sisters and spoke softly.

"Of course I want to stay with you all the time."

"But if that's the case—"

"That defeats the purpose of my coming here, doesn't it?"

"If this happens, our meeting will be cursed... I don't want this to happen."

"Besides -"

"I'm sure we'll meet again at some point in the future."

"..."

Black Jeanne was silent for a long time before she spoke as if giving in.

"That's what you said."

"If I don't meet you again in the future...I will curse you forever!"

As if to increase the persuasiveness of her words, Black Joan of Arc shouted at Joan of Arc on the other side.

"Hey! Another 'me', you think so too, right?"

"Nothing." Joan of Arc shook her head.

"I...will never curse my brother."

"Even if he doesn't love me anymore, he must have his reasons."

"So no matter when, I am willing to bless him."

"..."

Black Jeanne fell silent.

She felt a certain gap between herself and Joan of Arc, but didn't know how to make up for it.

The increasingly embarrassed witch could only yell as if she was cheating.

"Forget it, never mind this!"

"Since we are leaving tomorrow——"

Black Jeanne looked up at Ian beside her, her golden eyes revealing an undisguised gluttonous light.

"Is it okay to have fun as long as you want tonight?"

Although she was a saint, Joan of Arc was not unable to understand such straightforward words.

"Are you planning on doing something like that now?!"

"Nonsense!" Black Joan of Arc glared at Joan of Arc.

"This is something we have to do every day. Given the situation today, we can't stop!"

"Eh--!"

Feeling that she had discovered another incredible secret, Joan of Arc quickly asked Ian for confirmation.

"Brother, is this true?"

"...Yeah." Ian did not deny this. "Because looking at her, it feels like I'm with you, so..."

"of course."

The man looked at Black Jeanne on the other side, with a bit more pain and love in his eyes.

“You guys are actually quite different.”

"It's just... this is enough for me to remember the past."

"..."

Hearing this, Jeanne's throat moved slightly.

She grabbed the hem of her brother's clothes.

"Well now... Brother doesn't need to miss me in this way anymore."

"I'm right here, aren't I?"

"Go away!" Black Jeanne shouted, "He is married to me!"

"But he is also my brother!"

Seeing that the two Joans were about to quarrel over this matter, Ian immediately took on the initiative of an older brother.

"Don't quarrel."

The man hugged them tightly, one on each side, and then kissed their foreheads gently.

"Tonight... no one can escape."

A few minutes later, a few more pieces of clothing were found at the head of the bed.

The happy voices of the girls also echoed in the room.

It was a long-awaited complete relaxation, and also a symbol of the melting of all contradictions.

"Sister, it's my turn now!"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Wait a little longer, sister! I've only done it twice!"

"Brother! Look at her!"

"It's okay, Jeanna, come sit on your brother's hand."

“Eh… huh?!”

dawn.

Looking at the two Puff sisters sleeping in a kneeling position beside the bed, Ian felt much happier.