In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

[She was extremely sad and began to treat your wounds. ]

Take out the herbs.

Apply.

Then spread evenly.

Joan of Arc carefully treated the torn areas on Ian's body.

Although she was quite careful about her strength.

But the boy's teeth were still chattering in pain.

"I'm sorry..." Jeanne apologized with great guilt, "I wish I hadn't said I was leaving."

"..."

Ian forced a wry smile.

"That--"

"Do you want to go out and play again in the future?"

"No more! Never again!"

Joan of Arc shook her head repeatedly.

"If my brother gets beaten up every time he goes out, it's not worth it!"

"I see..." Ian gently touched his stepsister's head, "That's great."

"It seems that this beating was not in vain."

"If you get more treatment in the future, Jeanne won't become a country girl, right?"

"Don't say that!" Joan of Arc couldn't help but increase her grip.

"It hurts!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Joan of Arc was harsh in her words, but she quickly reduced the strength of her hands.

"That's right, brother."

"That fire-breathing thing..."

"Let's talk about it later. Father is so angry right now. I guess he won't listen to anything we say."

"……Too."

As Joan of Arc said this, there was a hint of attachment in her eyes as she looked at Ian.

【Joan of Arc was not just saying this casually. 】

[She really doesn't pester you to take her out fishing like she used to.]

[But she really wasn't good at reading, and she would often fall asleep on the table while reading.]

【But she also seems to know that this will make you angry. 】

【So as a substitute for those who don’t study, she began to follow the adults and believe in the popular sect in the village. 】

The popularity of the sect is not an accident.

With a large area of ​​northern land under the actual control of England, people in dire straits would naturally rely on some illusory things.

Believe in something that doesn't actually exist, and then give yourself hope to live.

This is a lie that everyone knows, but no one will take the initiative to expose it.

The country's lingering survival has spread to every individual.

"Lord, if you hear what this body desires, please respond."

The little girl Joan of Arc knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together, and said these words very seriously as if she was praying.

She opened her eyes, took Ian's hand beside her with an expectant look, and asked.

"How is it?!"

"Do I look like one of those people who work immediately at the church now?"

Ian looked at his stepsister, thought for a while, and then asked back:

"Jeanne, do you want to hear good things or bad things?"

"I want to hear them all!" Joan of Arc gave her answer without hesitation.

"But if possible, please say something nice first, brother!"

"Good words..."

Ian looked at his stepsister.

"Well, at first glance, it does look quite realistic. I was almost fooled by you."

"Oh~"

Joan of Arc pouted slightly, and it was obvious that she was very satisfied with Ian's "praise".

"What's that bad word?"

"Bad words are——"

Ian rubbed Jeanne's head.

"You actually don't know what you are saying, you are just imitating what others are saying, right?"

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc turned her face away embarrassedly.

"Have you discovered all this?"

"It's not a big deal if I find out," Ian said softly, "but if other people find out that you just wrote it down and then read it aloud... that would be a big problem."

"No~"

Jeanne looked up at Ian, her eyes full of confidence.

"I will definitely figure out what these words mean!"

"because--"

"They said that this way a very powerful person will come to help us!"

"..."

Ian's expression was a little complicated.

He actually wanted to tell his sister that this was just a fantasy that people pinned their hopes on.

But on second thought, it seems that there is no need for this.

After all, living with hope is also a good choice.

"Well, then work hard."

"Good~"

Ian didn't know that Joan of Arc actually had another reason for doing this.

That is, she heard that the "Lord" could accomplish many things.

Even if——

Maybe there are some that are not suitable for step-siblings.

【With your encouragement, Joan of Arc has put more thought into this aspect. 】

[She arrived at the church early every day, listened to the words of the people praying there, and tried to understand the original meaning of these words.]

[Because she was still young, most people didn't take her seriously. ]

[But this did not affect her determination - because you asked her to work hard in this regard. ]

【She will share with you what she has learned today every day.】

【And you will also be very patient in giving responses and compliments. 】

[You gradually find that you begin to look forward to her daily reports - it seems to have become a kind of enjoyment in adversity.]

[So even though your village is still in dire straits, your life with Jeanne has not become meaningless because of this.]

[A month passed, and life in the village was relatively peaceful—the death of the Burgundians seemed to have caused nothing.]

【A few days later, your father talks to you.】

“Cough…cough.”

The father sitting in the chair coughed several times repeatedly - he was quite old and naturally had various health problems.

"Pierre."

"Do you know why I asked you to come here today?"

"...I don't know." Ian answered truthfully.

"But I think it might have something to do with Jeanne?"

"Yes, cough... cough." Father took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

"You should know that she has been going to the church recently, right?"

"Ok, I know."

"That--"

The father's eyes fell on the boy in front of him, and seemed a little heavy.

"What do you think of this?"

"I think it's good." Ian looked directly at his father. "At least it's better than staying at home and doing nothing."

“I’d love to see her do that.”

"Really……"

My father's brows slowly relaxed, as if he had gotten the answer he wanted.

"That's great."

"Then it seems that you will support Jeanna in doing this in the future."

"correct."

My father rummaged in the cabinet nearby and took out an exquisite box.

He opened the box and took out a pendant.

It was a pendant with exquisite workmanship and carved into the shape of a dragon head.

"Pierre, this is for you."

"This……"

Ian looked at the pendant, feeling a little overwhelmed for a moment.

His intuition told him that this thing was worth a lot of money.

"Father, why would you give me something like this? Wouldn't it be safer if I kept it with you?"

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"This originally belonged to you, I am just returning it to you now."

"My stuff?"

"Yes." The father nodded, "Your mother left it to you."

"So Pierre, you take it."

"besides--"

"I'm sorry for what happened before. I shouldn't have whipped you."

"Ahem... Ahem, you can hate me as much as you want, but please don't vent your hatred on Jeana. You must take good care of her."