In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

Apparently, it was the same food as before.

Charles VII racked his brains over how to treat the saint who had finally come to his side.

Ian began to feel some sympathy for the crown prince who was "deprived" of his inheritance rights.

He works really hard.

but--

That sympathy only lasted for a short while.

Because he cares more about his sister.

Ian came to his sister's side - she was leaning against the big window in the room, looking at the scenery outside, but her eyes seemed a little lost.

He couldn't help but ask:

"Jeanne."

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at the people of Chinon..." Joan of Arc took in the situation near the castle from a bird's eye view.

“They’re having a bad time, too.”

Just like what Joan of Arc said.

At this moment, although Chinon was nominally an area ruled by Charles VII himself, it was actually just the last place where France was lingering.

Ordinary people who have paid a heavy price for this war can be seen everywhere on the streets.

They lay in tattered clothes in the streets of Chinon, eating black bread that had gone bad for who knows how many days.

Wine bottles rolled here and there on the dark streets, making everything look particularly desolate.

In this situation, even though Ian didn't have the same level of kindness as his sister, he still felt a little bit sorry for her.

“It’s really bad.”

"But... His Royal Highness will definitely find a way to handle all of this."

"Really?" Joan of Arc's expression seemed a little complicated.

“I always feel like it’s not that easy.”

[You realize that if this continues, Joan of Arc will definitely lose her temper again.]

[You don't want to see your sister looking sad.]

【You decide to try your old trick again. 】

"Jeanne."

Ian followed Joan of Arc and looked out the window at the heartbreaking scene.

"Brother...I hope you can stop looking outside."

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc turned around, her blue eyes full of surprise.

"Can't you see it?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "Because my brother has something else he wants to ask you for, is that okay?"

"..."

Zhende nodded shyly.

"Of course... it's okay if he's my brother."

Ever since——

In the best room of the Château de Chinon, the little nun, who was considered a saint, stood in front of the window.

In order to completely divert attention.

Her eyes were covered with black cloth and she could no longer see anything clearly.

but--

Even like now, she still looked as if she was praying seriously and looked very pious.

If anyone saw her now, they would probably be more convinced that she was a saint.

But this kind of thing will never happen.

Because no one has time to notice a window in a castle.

after all--

Now, just being alive is already a matter of trying my best.

Ian took a deep breath, hugged his sister gently, and spoke in her ear.

"Jeanne, brother..."

"I know~" Jeanne replied sweetly, "Brother, don't worry about me."

With his sister's permission, Ian once again became an adventurer.

He thought back to the time he had spent in Domremy, in two gardens full of tangerines that had never been visited by anyone.

Now it has been actually reproduced by his own sister.

but--

Explorer Ian found that they were slightly different from the beautiful places he remembered.

For example, in the back garden at this moment, every time someone steps in to find a branch, there will be a little more swaying of the breeze at dawn.

"Jeanne, you are..."

"I don't know either..." Jeanne said shyly while praying, "I think I was a little nervous because I felt my brother was right next to me."

It turns out that everything is my own fault.

"That--"

Ian felt a little sorry in his heart.

"Do you want your brother to give you something as compensation?"

"Eh... can this be used as compensation?"

"I don't know...but can we give it a try?"

"Then... please give it a try, brother."

But it turned out that the brother and sister thought too simply.

The slightest movement of grass is a simple and natural thing.

But the reverse is not true - it is not so easy to keep the grass from moving when the wind blows.

Fortunately, the warmth between the siblings is enough to offset all this.

After much trouble, the forbidden food was finally allowed to enter and leave the quiet garden. Everything was just like that beautiful afternoon.

Listening to the melodious sound like a bird's song, Ian knew that his sister's attention would be diverted once again.

however--

Jeanne, who had been praying, spoke at this moment:

"Brother...I have something I want to do."

"what's up?"

"that is……"

Joan of Arc's body trembled slightly, which was her reaction when she was afraid that her brother would not allow it.

"I would like to agree to His Royal Highness's request."

"Are you saying you want to drive away all those English dragons for him?" Ian asked.

"Yes." Joan of Arc nodded.

“That’s what I wanted to do.”

[From the time I knew about this to the time I agreed to it, Jeanne only spent a few hours with you. ]

【You realize that the distraction methods you have been using may not work at this moment. 】

Ian's emotions were quite complicated.

After a long silence, he asked again;

"That--"

"Aren't you worried?"

"Worry?"

"Yeah." Ian's tone showed a bit more of his brother's concern for his sister.

"Those are specially tamed dragons, right? Aren't you afraid of being killed by them?"

"I'm scared." Joan of Arc responded in a low voice.

"But I'm more afraid that everyone will lose hope - after all, I'm the only one who can drive away the dragon, right?"

"If I don't take action, everyone... will definitely give up resistance."

“That’s how—”

"France is really finished."

"..."

Ian was stunned for a moment.

He discovered that his sister had completed the sublimation of consciousness through the hardships along the way.

I am getting closer to the idea of ​​saving the country...

Ian hesitated again and again, and finally asked a question.

"Jeanne, are you really going to do this?"

"Ah."

[The moment you hear this answer, you know that nothing can be changed. ]

【Joan of Arc never makes her choices lightly.】

[But once she makes a decision, she will never change it. ]

[Her will is much stronger than you might think.]

"I understand."

In the end, Ian couldn't make up his mind to forcibly stop his sister from doing so.

"Since you decide to do this... I will support you."

"That's great~ I love you the most!"

late at night.

Looking at Jeanne sleeping peacefully beside him, Ian looked happy yet worried.

He grasped the pendant around his neck.

Then the familiar voice sounded.

"It seems like you haven't contacted me for a long time... It seems like there is something urgent?"

"Yeah." Ian looked at the pendant in his hand that concealed his dragon face.

"Fafnir."

"I... probably have to turn into a dragon again."

201. The Pain of My Stepsister/The Boy Becomes a Dragon Again/The Holy Flag Protecting My Stepsister (4k)