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“It has wings and can use fire… He just flew towards me from the light like that.”

"Then there's nothing to be sorry about."

Ian looked at his sister seriously.

"Since you did see it...there's no need to apologize for it."

"I trust you."

After saying this, Joan of Arc could no longer control her emotions.

She buried her head in Ian's arms and burst into tears.

"But...but they don't believe me!"

"I clearly saw it... but they insisted that I was hysterical... and called me a liar and a shameless person."

"I didn't lie... not a single word!"

"I know."

Ian hugged Joan tightly - his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"I know everything."

"This is not your problem, Jeanne."

"You...didn't do anything wrong."

【Good people are always particularly vulnerable. 】

[This sentence is vividly reflected in Joan of Arc. ]

She had no intention of lying.

【She just wanted to share this encouragement from the Lord. 】

[But no one except you is willing to believe her. ]

【You know how painful this feeling is. 】

"Be good, don't think about this kind of thing."

Ian rubbed Jeanne's back tenderly over and over again.

"Think about what makes you happy - don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes."

"Something that will make me happy?"

Hearing this, Jeanne's voice became a little softer.

"I haven't tried anything that can make me happy yet."

"Ah?" Ian was a little surprised.

"What does it mean."

"because……"

Joan raised her head and looked at Ian cautiously.

“I think the things that will make me happy…”

"It's kissing my brother - I haven't tried it yet."

"..."

Ian was stunned for a moment.

He knew this was crossing the line.

but--

He looked at his sister's pitiful appearance and recalled her trembling body just now.

Kissing is definitely crossing the line.

But there seems to be no better way to comfort her at this moment.

I am such a bad brother...

I clearly told you not to do anything out of line not long ago.

"Jeanne, do you really want to do this?"

"Hmm..." Jeanne nodded, "I really want to...try the feeling of kissing my brother."

"..."

"Okay, let's give it a try."

The boy lowered his head and kissed the girl's lips.

The touch is a bit like freshly baked bread, but it is sweeter and softer than that, making people want to take a bite.

The tongue curled up inside was a little warm, just like the milk that had just been heated in the morning, emitting bursts of fragrance upon contact.

Just the taste of this meal is better than any breakfast.

But the sweeter his sister tasted, the more uncomfortable Ian felt.

She is such a beautiful treasure, worth cherishing.

But at this moment, he is covered with the veil of a liar.

This is not fair.

【You can't accept this kind of thing. 】

【You decide to change all this. 】

[You want everyone to admit that their sister has seen an "angel". 】

[You will stop at nothing to achieve this.]

195. The Most Pure Relationship/A Disguised Miracle/"Angel's Wrath" (4k)

[You have to make everyone admit that Joan of Arc saw an "angel."]

[You start to think seriously about how you should do this.]

[You realize that you can no longer ignore the village's beliefs as you did before.]

You have to understand it.

【With this belief, you begin to frequent churches that you would rarely go to normally.】

There are two kinds of people in church.

One type has already avoided Ian and Jeanne, brother and sister.

The other type is trying to avoid them.

In the huge church, all the believers who came here were staring at the infamous brother and sister.

That look was almost like saying the same thing: "How dare they show up here?"

Facing this situation, Joan of Arc, feeling an invisible pressure, lowered her head.

But Ian patted her shoulder at this time and said:

"Jeanne."

"Hold your head high and stand tall."

"You didn't do anything wrong, so there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"..."

Although there are still various hesitations in my heart.

but--

Since her brother said so, Joan of Arc raised her head and prayed to the Lord as she did in the past.

At this time, Ian turned around and scanned the people present with a pretended ferocious look, then said:

"You come to this church, aren't you going to pray?"

Suddenly, the church gradually returned to its original appearance.

Only devout prayers echoed in the air.

[Being aggressive is sometimes more effective than just giving in. 】

[Under your intimidation, no one dares to point fingers at Jeanne anymore.]

[Over time, everyone gradually got used to your presence. ]

[But they will still deliberately avoid you, for fear of getting into trouble. ]

[And you probably understand how this group of believers can admit that their sister really saw an "angel". ]

【You need to let them witness the so-called "miracle" with their own eyes. 】

[In this way, they will truly believe that Joan of Arc is someone who has met the "Angel".]

[This is not something that can be achieved just by doing it. 】

[You often fall into anxious thinking because of this. ]

By the window of the cabin.

"Brother~"

Joan of Arc's voice rang in Ian's ears.

The boy turned around and saw his sister looking worried.

He shook his head and came to his senses.

"What's the matter, Jeanne?"

"nothing."

Jeanne took Ian's hand, her tone cautious.

"I'm just a little worried seeing my brother like this."

"Lately... you always stare blankly like this for no reason."

【You realize that Jeanne has been paying attention to your behavior. 】

[You know you must not tell her what you are thinking at this moment.]

[Otherwise, she, who is kind-hearted, will definitely feel that she is a burden to you. ]

"Oh, I just remembered something from before."

Ian raised an eyebrow at the newly repaired part of the window.

"I'm afraid some bastard will come and trouble you again later."

"Eh?"

Hearing Ian's words, Jeanne was stunned for a moment, then forced out a wry smile.

"I don't think so... They smashed it last time."

"It won't be that excessive, will it?"

Even in difficult days, Joan of Arc never regarded the people she met as absolutely bad.

This kind of personality is obviously not right, and it can even be said to be too simple.

But at this moment, Ian could not say anything to condemn her except that he felt sorry for her.

Because he knew that was her nature.

"I hope so."

Ian rubbed Jeanne's head.

"Anything else?"

"Have!"