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[Joan of Arc did not doubt you - after all, you are a very reliable brother in her heart. ]

The blonde girl muttered quietly.

"Could it be that my brother was burned to death by breathing fire?"

"Who on earth is that guy? He's not sleeping in the middle of the night and he's in such a bad mood."

Hearing this, Ian sighed.

"Joan of Arc, you have no right to criticize others, right?"

"But that guy doesn't look very friendly."

"From now on...we still have to be more careful."

"Yeah." Joan of Arc nodded, and then remembered something.

“That’s right——!”

"In that case, where did the Holy Grail go?"

"..."

[Although the reasons are different.]

[But you, like Jeanne, are both very concerned about the golden cup that suddenly appeared.]

[It's just that everything you experienced that day seemed to have turned into a dream in an instant. ]

[You once went back to that hillside to search for the 'holy grail' - but even if you dug three feet deep, you still found nothing.]

[It's like it disappeared from this world.]

[You can't help but wonder if it has ever really appeared in front of you. ]

【You confessed all this to Joan of Arc.】

"Eh?"

Joan of Arc showed a regretful expression.

"Can't find it?"

"it's a pity."

"..."

Seeing his sister's lost look, Ian felt a little bit sorry.

"If you care so much, should I go back and look for it?"

"No!" Joan of Arc shook her head, "No need!"

"If you can't find it...it means you've missed the chance to meet again."

"Maybe later! I think we'll definitely have a chance to encounter it again."

"……Too."

Ian rubbed Jeanne's head.

"After all, if that Lord really wants to respond, he will definitely have more than one chance."

Jeanne nodded gently as her head was being rubbed, looking like she was enjoying it.

But suddenly, she looked up at Ian and blushed.

It felt like realizing an opportunity to confess something.

"Brother, come closer."

"..."

Although it felt strange, Ian still followed his sister's instructions and moved closer to her.

Mua~

As he felt a soft and wet feeling on his cheek, Ian realized that his sister had kissed him.

"Jean, you..."

"This is a matter of reciprocity!" Joan of Arc smiled slightly.

"If my brother hadn't accompanied me that night... I might have died there!"

"In other words, it's like my brother saved my life!"

"Isn't this... worthy of a kiss in return?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Jeanna, I'm your brother. It's normal for me to protect you. Don't think of it as a life-saving favor."

"You... didn't have to kiss me like you just did."

"..."

Jeanne's voice softened a bit.

"Does my brother really dislike girls?"

"of course not."

"Then why do you always seem to want to keep your distance from me?" Joan of Arc hit him straight away.

"Because we are brother and sister..." Ian said earnestly, "It would be wrong to be too close."

"Is it not too late to break up the relationship now..." Joan of Arc muttered softly.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing!" Joan of Arc waved her hands.

"So brother wants to keep his distance from me and won't go out with me anymore?"

"There's nothing wrong with me going out with you."

"and many more."

Ian realized something.

"Jeanne, are you planning on going out today?"

Joan of Arc's leg was seriously injured by Rafe, and she has been staying in the cabin and being taken care of by Ian since she was rescued.

"Yes!"

Jeanne nodded very seriously.

"because--"

“I want to tell everyone about the angel I saw!”

194. First Kiss/Unrecognized Angel/Determination to Change (4k)

"..."

Ian never thought that this would be the reason why his sister went out at this moment.

After all, based on his previous understanding of her.

Usually at times like this, her reasons would tend to be more bizarre.

"Brother, what's your reaction?"

Joan of Arc felt a little guilty when she found Ian looking at her without saying a word.

"I just kissed you. You can't say you don't want to care about me now, right?"

"Humph, you stingy guy!"

"Of course that's not what I meant." Ian immediately denied his sister's statement.

"I just want to know, why did you tell this kind of thing to others?"

"Can you tell me the reason?"

"reason?"

Jeanne tilted her head slightly, then replied with a smile:

"Maybe he wants to tell everyone in the village... that the Lord is listening to our wishes!"

"As long as we keep working hard, we will definitely get more responses!"

"..."

[You realize that you seem to have underestimated Joan of Arc.]

[She is indeed naughty in some things, but she is also kind-hearted. ]

[After witnessing the "angel" myself, I also wanted to spread this hope to other people in the village. ]

[This is something you had never expected before.]

You feel somewhat ashamed of this.

Ian felt a little guilty about his sister's simple and honest thoughts.

"So this is ah."

"Then Jeanna, let's go out."

"Hmm~!"

Jeanne smiled sweetly.

It was clear that she sincerely wanted to spread this hope from the Lord.

【You left the cabin.】

[You have arrived at the main road of Domremi Village.]

Although her leg injury had not healed at all, Joan of Arc walked happily with a small wooden stick.

"Brother, hurry up!"

"Jeanne, are you too excited?"

"Really?" Jeanne stuck out her tongue. "I just want to tell other people about this as soon as possible!"

"……All right."

Ian didn't blame his sister too much for her excitement.

He knew she was just trying to express her kindness.

"Eh?!"

Jeanne pointed forward.

"Uncle Hancock is just ahead! Brother, let's go over and tell him first!"

【Hancock is your father's friend.】

[In this village that doesn’t quite accept you, he is one of the few people who treats you well.]

[The cabin you are staying in now was also found by him.]

【Telling him about "seeing an angel" is indeed a good choice. 】

however--

After Joan of Arc happily finished a long speech about the "angel" she saw, Hancock, with his stubble on his face, had a somewhat subtle expression.

"I see...it sounds pretty good."

"Yeah~ I think so too!"

While Jeanne was happy, Hancock leaned over to Ian and said with some doubt:

"Pierre...what is Jeanne talking about?"

"Wings? Flames?"