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【She will always be considered a liar. 】

[You absolutely cannot accept this kind of thing.]

[Since there is no such thing as an angel, then I will become her angel. ]

Ian's mind was clearer than ever.

"Are you sure you can help me?"

He asked this to the dragon-shaped pendant on his hand.

"Yes." The voice answered affirmatively.

"But... first of all, I have to tell you something."

"what's up?"

Ian had a bad feeling.

And it soon became a reality.

I saw a voice saying:

"The more I release my power... the thinner your existence, or rather my existence as a human being, will become."

"I don't want to replace you - because I feel that you are doing a very good job as a brother."

"There is absolutely no way I can do better than you."

"so--"

"Even so, are you still willing?"

The room fell into deathly silence.

Then, there was unanimous laughter from both inside and outside the pendant.

There was no need to answer this question - Ian would never miss any opportunity to help his sister.

The Human Face and the Dragon Face reached a consensus at this moment.

"correct."

"What's your name?" Ian asked. "Are you Pierre like me?"

"No... Pierre is a human name. When you're a dragon, you should be called Fafnir."

"Then why are you in this pendant?" Ian asked puzzled.

"It was Mother who did this... She used her own life to separate us into two sides."

"You are inside the pendant and I am outside the pendant."

"But it seems that it has not been processed completely. There is still some remnant of me in your body, so we can't communicate."

Ian could understand this kind of thing.

No mother would want to see her daughter come into contact with a dragon.

The reason why he handed over the pendant was perhaps because he really felt safe and hoped to leave something valuable to his children.

Ian took a deep breath.

"Then I'll leave it to you... No, I'll leave it to you, the dragon."

"Don't worry, I am a human being."

"I'm just like you. I keep my word."

【The plan has begun.】

[It was a very accidental thing that Joan of Arc mistook a dragon for an angel.]

[So if you want to achieve your goal, you can't pretend to be an angel with the Dragon Mask. ]

【But things will become easier if you change your perspective. 】

[That is to let Jeanne "defeat" you as a dragon with fire. ]

[This method is also very persuasive. ]

The woods outside the village of Domremy.

Ian lay on the ground, listening to the sound from the pendant.

He knew that he had done it - Joan of Arc had indeed driven her Fafnir-like self out of Domremy Village in front of everyone by waving a torch.

Everyone recognized her meeting with the "angel".

After all, only those who have seen the messenger of God have the ability to chase away dragons.

At this moment, Ian thought of a possibility.

"Fafnir, I have an idea."

"what idea?"

The boy looked at the blue sky and told his own fantasy.

"you say--"

"Is it possible to make Jeanne a saint in the eyes of more people?"

197. Joan of Arc wants to rest with her brother/watch the stars/pretend to request (4k)

"what do you mean?"

Fafnir's deep voice came faintly from the pendant.

"What do you mean by making her a saint?"

Although it is a two-sided existence.

But there still seem to be many differences in the way Fafnir, the dragon side, and Ian, the human side, understand things.

"Fafnir."

Ian stretched out his hands toward the sky.

He seemed to see Joan of Arc smiling happily right in front of him - that was the way she looked when she was recognized by everyone.

"If Joan of Arc really becomes a saint, she will be welcomed wherever she goes, right?"

"Thus--"

"Even if I'm not with her, no one will bully her anymore."

"Do you want to solve your sister's problem once and for all?" Fafnir directly pointed out Ian's thoughts.

"Yes." The boy did not hide his purpose.

"Since the lies started in this form."

"That--"

"We can't just let it stay where it is, can we?"

"I have to keep lying."

"..."

Fafnir was silent for a long time before answering Ian.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if she realized one day that all this was fake?"

Ian shook his head.

"I never thought about it."

"Because I don't intend for her to know."

"..."

"..."

"Hahahaha~" Ian laughed, "Fafnir, do you think my idea is a bit outrageous?"

"A little bit, indeed." Dragon Face said bluntly.

"but--"

"It's normal for you."

"Then Fafnir, will you support me?"

“There is no such thing as support or non-support.”

The pendant in the boy's hand emitted a faint black light.

"You are me and I am you."

"Our thoughts should be united."

【Fafnir agrees with your idea.】

[However, to achieve this, it seems that a very complicated process must be followed. ]

[You decide to go back to Domremi Village first.]

[You want to see with your own eyes how Jeanne will be treated after driving away the dragon. ]

【You returned to the village.】

As the "evil dragon" in the eyes of the villagers, it is impossible for Fafnir to leave no traces of destruction in the village.

but--

These locations of destruction were carefully selected by Ian.

They are all the residences of those who have expressed hostility to Joan of Arc in the church.

After all, it will only damage their vital interests.

They will only be absolutely grateful when Joan of Arc drives away the dragon and "saves" the village of Domremy.

The scene in the village at this moment was almost exactly what Ian had predicted.

Joan of Arc, who drove away the dragon with fire, unsurprisingly became a hero in the village.

Almost everyone expressed gratitude in front of her, and some even knelt down on the spot, admiring the girl as if they were worshipping her.

obviously.

After today, no one will think that Joan of Arc did not see the "angel".

but--

This scene was a little scary for Joan of Arc.

After all, normally there wouldn't be so many people treating her in this way - the girl began to feel a little uncomfortable.

and so.

The moment Ian appeared, Joan of Arc felt like she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Please make way!"

"My brother is here to take me home for dinner!"

Having said what was obviously an excuse, Joan of Arc walked through the crowd and ran straight towards Ian.

"Brother~"

"Let's go home!"

"it is good."

In this way, the girl took the boy's hand and quickly escaped from the scene where she was being worshipped.

This kind of scene where everyone is paying attention to her seems to be a torture for her.

[You left the place where the villagers gathered.]

[You return to the cabin.]

[Joan of Arc seems to have a lot to say to you. ]