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Ian decided to slow down a little bit on this basis.

After all, he cared more about his sister Joan of Arc than the Crown Prince Charles VII, whom he had never met.

If she got sick because of the rush, it would be a waste of time.

The wooden wheels of the carriage continued to roll forward, leaving shallow ruts on the road in the field.

Night fell unexpectedly, dyeing everything black.

"Jeanne, let's rest for the night in the village ahead."

"...Okay." Joan of Arc nodded.

"..."

[You noticed that Jeanne's condition seemed a little different from usual.]

[But you didn't say anything right away - just move in first.]

[You have arrived at the largest inn in the village. ]

"Jeanne d'Arc."

"Pierre d'Arc."

"Are these the two names?" the proprietress asked as she looked at the registered names in the book.

"Correct."

"The one at the end of the corridor."

As the proprietress said this, she took a bunch of iron keys from the wooden board behind her and threw them at Ian.

After Ian took the key, he took his sister's hand and walked to the end of the corridor.

There was a strange smell in the air here, which didn't get better until we entered the room.

pat.

The door is closed.

After Ian put the things aside, he hugged his sister and sat on the bed, then spoke gently in her ear.

"Jeanne, what's wrong with you?"

"I feel like you've become depressed since you came out."

"Did my brother treat you unfairly?"

"Nothing." Joan of Arc shook her head, her voice still lost.

"I'm just a little sad."

"Sad?" Ian was a little confused. "Why are you sad?"

"Because everyone out there is living such a terrible life."

"..."

【You suddenly realized something. 】

[Because of the dragon-driving incident, the village of Domremy where you and Jeanne are located has become a special case - a special case that the Burgundians dare not plunder at will.]

[But there is no such treatment in other places. ]

[People living here and in other areas along the way are still in dire straits.]

[Their lives are naturally not comparable to those in the village. ]

[And Joan of Arc felt very sad because of this - after all, she was kind and could always empathize with those who were suffering. ]

【You realize that you must enlighten your sister. 】

"Um……"

Ian nodded and rested his head on his sister's shoulder.

"Jeanna, you're right. Life is really not that good for everyone out there."

"But--"

“It was tough, but no one lost the most important thing.”

“That’s hope.”

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"Yes, that is hope."

Ian took both of his sister's hands.

"Although the current situation is very bad, whether in the north or the south, each of us is still trying hard to survive."

"Even the crown prince has never given up on this country."

"I think that's why the Lord sent an angel to meet you, isn't it?"

"France may be knocked down, but it will never be defeated."

"so--"

"Jeanne, you can't lose hope either, understand?"

The encouragement from her brother made Joan of Arc's eyes shine again.

"I understand!"

"I will spread the hope that the angel gave me to everyone!"

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

【She is indeed spreading this hope through her actions. 】

"Thank you sister~"

Looking at the food that Joan of Arc handed to them, the children thanked her one by one.

They wolfed down the food in their hands, looking like they hadn't eaten enough for days.

"Don't eat so hastily, there's more..."

Seeing the children like this, Joan of Arc felt both happy and a little distressed.

She couldn't help but whispered to Ian beside her.

"Brother, why do things get worse the further we get to Bourges?"

"..."

【You know the answer to this question.】

[That means you are getting closer and closer to the front line of the war. ]

[The aftermath of the struggle affected every city close to the front line.]

[These cities are constantly shipping out supplies.]

[But there is always a limit to what a city can produce. ]

[How much the war costs, the less the ordinary people have to spend. 】

【Over time, it became a situation where people couldn’t even get enough to eat.】

【You told Jeanne the answer to this question. 】

The girl's expression turned a little sad.

"So that's how it is... It's because of the war that things have become like this."

"That--"

"When are we going to end this?"

"I don't know...but I believe we will win."

【After learning the root of the problem, Joan of Arc seemed to want to make up for it. 】

【She began to rescue as many people as she could who were affected.】

【This seriously slows down your progress. 】

【But you don’t mind at all. 】

[On the contrary, you even encouraged your sister to do so on her own initiative. ]

[Because you know that if she doesn't do this, she won't be able to come to terms with her inner cognition.]

[She has always been a kind girl, and this will never change no matter when or where.]

[But you soon discovered that your thinking was a little shallow.]

【Joan of Arc is indeed trying to rescue every refugee she sees. 】

[After learning about her, those who were saved all called her a saint, someone who had met an angel, and a messenger sent by the Lord.]

[But the more compliments she received, the more uncomfortable she felt.]

[Because she knows she doesn’t deserve this title—she can’t save everyone.]

[They are like an endless chain. When one link is cut, another link remains.]

[The current situation that cannot be changed makes Joan of Arc extremely painful. 】

[She should have been spreading hope, but now she is in deep despair. ]

[Her mood began to fluctuate wildly.]

【Fortunately, you discovered all this in time. 】

[After some thought, you decided to use the simplest and most brutal, but effective method. ]

【That is to comfort my sister. 】

[This way, she can divert her attention from the pain.]

【In the days that follow. 】

[As soon as you feel that Joan of Arc is feeling down, you will come to her side that night to comfort her.]

"Brother...you've been so proactive this week."

"So you don't like me to accompany you?"

"I like it the most~"

Jeanne's eyes were filled with love for her brother.

At this moment, it seemed that there was only this person left in her world, the one she cared about so much.

This was what she had been looking forward to and what she had longed for.

The girl rubbed her head gently on the boy's chest, like a well-behaved and docile cat.

"Brother's embrace is so warm~"

"As cozy as a lawn in the spring."

A shy and lovely metaphor uttered from Joan of Arc's lips - it was a whisper that only a lover could hear.

The girl felt the love from her brother.

The only thing left in my mind was the comfort of breaking the taboo.

That made her temporarily forget the troubles in reality, and her bound soul was freed again.

"Brother...I'm so happy that you can accompany me like this~"

Listening to Jeanne's words of love, Ian did not feel happy at all.

He was certainly not a pure-hearted man, but he was definitely not a jerk who wanted to see his sister need to rely on this method to stabilize her emotions.

but--

This seems to be the only practical solution at the moment.

Ian suppressed his sadness.