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"What kind of 'angel' is this? Did you show her something weird?"

"..."

【You suddenly realize a problem. 】

[Although you know that Joan of Arc will not lie - she must have seen something that could be called an 'angel' during the time when you lost your memory.]

【But to others, Joan of Arc at this moment is no different from nonsense. 】

[This feeling is especially evident in front of Hancock, who is not a religious believer.]

[He didn’t think Joan of Arc really saw the so-called “angel”.]

Ian realized the problem and his expression froze in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Hancock."

"It's okay." Hancock patted Ian's shoulder, "I'm glad to know."

"I have work to do, so I'll leave now."

"it is good."

"Uncle Hancock walks so fast~"

Jeanne grumbled softly as she looked at the receding figure.

"I haven't finished talking about the 'angel' yet..."

"Cough cough."

Ian coughed lightly.

"Maybe he already knows what you mean?"

“So I don’t plan to listen to the rest.”

"That's it!"

Joan of Arc blinked her deep blue eyes and looked very happy.

"Then there's really no need to waste any more time."

"Yeah." Ian nodded, then held his sister's hand tightly.

"Jeanne, let's go back first."

"Eh?!"

Hearing this, Joan of Arc immediately shook her head.

"Brother, you can't go back yet!"

"I haven't told everyone in the church yet!"

"This……"

Ian really wanted to stop Joan of Arc who was about to give it a try.

But when he saw Joan of Arc's clear eyes without any distractions, he couldn't stop her from doing so.

After all, he couldn't blame his sister and ask her to stop talking nonsense, right?

and--

Perhaps people who believe in religion would be more likely to believe Joan of Arc's statement?

With such a fluke in mind, Ian followed Joan of Arc, who looked very happy, and walked step by step towards the church in Domremy village.

It is the largest building in the entire village.

【However, things did not develop as you imagined. 】

[Compared to the non-religious Uncle Hancock, the villagers who are believers have stricter requirements for the "angels". 】

【But Joan of Arc's description was totally unacceptable to them. 】

In the church, people were discussing in low voices in groups of three or five.

The subject of their discussion was the young girl Joan of Arc who had just claimed that she had seen an "angel".

"Hey, hey, did you hear that? Jeanne said she saw an archangel sent by the Lord!"

"I heard it, but I think it's unlikely! How can an angel's wings be black?"

"One thing to say, one thing to say, indeed."

"And there's more to it than that... I also heard her say that the angel she saw could use fire!"

"What the hell is this?! Black wings, and using fire, what kind of angel is this?"

"Hmm... I guess it's because your father is gone that you're starting to find a sense of existence, right?"

People's gossip spread throughout the church, hurting Ian's heart bit by bit.

The looks that were cast at the brother and sister were full of doubt, speculation, and undisguised contempt.

As an older brother, he knew that no one in front of him believed that Joan of Arc really saw the "angel".

But she was so naive that she seemed completely unaware of this.

In her eyes, those people who were discussing in groups of three or five believed what she said.

"elder brother!"

Joan held Ian's hand tightly and looked very happy.

"Everyone knows about the existence of the 'Angel'! We will definitely work harder in the future!"

“That’s really great, isn’t it?”

"..."

Ian looked at Joan of Arc, whose ideas were too idealistic, and felt mixed emotions.

He forced a wry smile, then nodded and responded to his sister.

"Yeah... maybe that's really the case."

【Things are developing just as you observed in the church that day.】

[No villager believed that Joan of Arc had actually seen an angel, even though her description certainly sounded very real.]

[They characterized Joan of Arc's behavior as "hysteria after her father's death, wanting to highlight her own presence" and sneered at it.]

[You two brothers and sisters have lost your reputation in Domremy Village - almost everyone regards you as hopeless liars.]

[However, with your disguised ferocity, no one dares to cause trouble to you and Jeanne directly.]

[After all, no one dares to mess with a young man with a hatchet hanging from his waist—especially when he loves his sister very much. ]

【But this does not mean that you have prevented all disturbances. 】

【Joan of Arc still ran into trouble.】

"call--"

Panting, Ian returned to the door of the cabin.

Because of his characterization as an “angel”, his current job was intentionally arranged to be the worst in the village.

Every day, he had to work like this until late at night before he could come back.

But Ian did not tell Joan of Arc about this.

It is enough for him to bear this kind of unnecessary trouble alone, there is no need to make Joan of Arc suffer too.

There was a creak,

Ian pushed open the door, but saw an unexpected scene.

I saw a big hole in the window, and cold wind blew in from it, making the whole room extremely cold.

In the darkness, Joan of Arc was curled up in bed, clutching her quilt tightly.

There was a scratch on her face and she looked very scared.

The pale pink lips were trembling uncontrollably, and they were repeating the same words over and over again.

"I'm not a liar...I'm not a liar...I'm not a liar!"

In the room, there was a stone and a lot of broken glass.

You quickly figured out what was happening.

[When you were out working, someone came over and smashed the windows of the cabin, and also scolded Jeanne.]

【She spent the whole day in this panic.】

[You are very angry——Even though you asked Jeanne to hide in the house, these bastards still won’t give in! ]

[Just when you were about to completely lose your mind, Jeanne's voice called you back.]

"Brother...you're back!"

Joan of Arc's voice was full of despair, but also carried a shallow hope as if she had grasped the only life-saving straw.

Ian's eyes gradually returned to their normal color.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down as much as possible.

What we need to do now is to calm Joan of Arc down.

He walked over to the bed and took his sister's hand.

"Yes, I'm back."

【You temporarily sealed the hole in the window. 】

【You lit the oil lamp, filling the room with light. 】

[You treated the wound on Jeanne's face.]

【You heated up some food for her. 】

[This gradually calmed her down.]

"That's great~"

After finishing her bread, Joan of Arc gave Ian a sweet smile.

"Finally I filled my stomach."

"..."

Ian looked quite guilty.

"I'm sorry, Jeanne."

"I should have come back sooner."

"That's not true." Jeanne shook her head. "Brother's job has been transferred to another place, right?"

"It's normal to come back late."

"...Did you know that?"

"Ah."

Jeanne lowered her head.

"Is this all because of me?"

"If I hadn't told you that I saw an 'angel', you wouldn't have to suffer like this... I'm sorry."

"..."

Ian sat down next to Jeanne.

"That--"

"Jeanne, tell me the truth."

"Did you...really see the 'angel'?"

"Yeah." Joan of Arc nodded.

"I saw."