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"..."

After hearing Ian's words, Fafnir was silent for a long time before giving his response.

"Is it for my sister again this time?"

[Fafnir is your other side.]

【You know there is no need for you to hide anything from him. 】

[You told your Dragon Face all of Jeanne's thoughts on this war.]

[You hope that Fafnir can help you.]

"Ah."

Fafnir's sneer came from the pendant.

"Is Jeanna a little naive...does she really think she can defeat the dragon?"

"Please don't say that, other me."

Ian looked at the dragon-shaped pendant in his hand that was glowing black, his eyes showing great worry.

"This is all my fault."

"I was the one who gave her the wrong idea...she thought she had really seen an 'angel' and could defeat a powerful dragon."

"It has nothing to do with whether she is innocent or not."

"Are you planning to arrange everything for her secretly?" Fafnir's voice became a little emotional.

"You really dote on her."

"no way."

Ian gave a wry smile.

"I am her only relative in this world."

"If I don't pamper her like this... no one else will pamper her, right?"

"..."

"Alas." Fafnir sighed, "I don't mind using your body to transform into a dragon."

"but--"

"You should also know what the result will be if you continue like this, right?"

"I know."

Ian's hands were shaking, but his voice was incredibly firm.

"But I have to do this."

"I understand." Fafnir stopped trying to dissuade his human face, "Then at least let me use your body to understand the surrounding situation."

"No problem." Ian agreed immediately.

"Thank you, Fafnir."

"There's nothing to thank me for... We should have been united in mind."

【Fafnir agreed to your request.】

[Almost at the same time, Jeanne's voice came over at this time. ]

"Brother~"

Joan of Arc on the other side of the quilt blinked her pretty blue eyes.

"Who were you talking to just now?"

"Hey... well, I wasn't talking to anyone, I was just talking to myself."

Ian told a lie that wasn't really a lie—he was literally talking to himself.

"Jeanne, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Because..." Jeanne blushed slightly, looking a little shy, "It hurts a little, and I can't sleep."

"..."

"Is it because of what happened just now?"

"Maybe..." Jeanne's voice became a little softer, "I feel like my brother has a wild woman outside."

"The movements seem very skilled."

"That's impossible... This is obviously the first time."

Ian smiled and stroked his sister's head.

"But if it hurts so much—"

"Miss Jeanne, do you need Mr. Pierre to rub the painful area for you?"

"Hey... my brother is a big pervert!"

Jeanne said this, but she did not resist the hand that was touching her head.

After all, she really likes her brother.

[Time passed slowly amidst the interweaving of brother, sister and lover, and soon it was the next day. ]

[According to Joan of Arc's wishes, you held her hand and met Charles VII again.]

At this moment, Charles VII looked worse than he had yesterday.

obviously.

After Ian said he "needed to think about it", he didn't get a good night's rest.

The poor crown prince was very worried that the dragon-driving saint would refuse his request.

If that's the case...where should France go?

but--

Even though he was so worried, Charles VII still did not disturb the two of them rudely.

This changed Ian's impression of this thin man a little.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

Joan of Arc looked at the haggard Charles VII in front of her and responded to yesterday's question quite seriously.

"After a night of careful consideration... I have decided to accept your commission."

"I will drive out the dragon of England for you, so that the glory of France can be restored as soon as possible."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Charles VII was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened.

Then his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

"fine."

Charles VII held on to the chair beside him and slowly climbed up.

"I was just too excited."

"God bless France!"

The haggard man looked excitedly at Ian and Jeanne in front of him.

"Thank you...thank you so much!"

"I thank you on behalf of every citizen of France!"

【You accepted Charles VII's commission in gratitude.】

[When you are ready, you will lead his last army to rescue Orleans.]

【But before that, you know you need to keep your promise to Fafnir. 】

【You have temporarily left the castle. 】

[You came to an uninhabited forest outside the city. ]

The memories of the human face and the dragon face are not completely connected.

to this end--

Ian knew that he had to transform into Fafnir and make him adapt to the situation around here.

The boy took off the dragon-shaped pendant from his neck and held it tightly in his hand.

A black light spread out from the pendant, surrounding him completely.

Ian's appearance began to change drastically, and the resulting change destroyed the surrounding trees.

Click, click, click.

Countless branches were destroyed and broken. When everything returned to calm, a giant black dragon stood in the vacated space.

But this time——

The situation seems a little different.

Because Ian found that he could actually overlook the earth from a dragon's perspective.

The young man looked at the scene that appeared in his mind and felt a little overwhelmed for a moment.

"Fafnir, this..."

"This is the price, Pierre." Fafnir responded to his other side in a low voice.

"Your consciousness is changing in the direction of a dragon... Your existence will gradually become thinner."

"In the end, I am the only one left as a dragon."

"or--"

"It's better to change back immediately."

[The talent Dragon's Protection has been replaced by Dragon's Corrosion: As you transform into a dragon more and more times, the dragon face will become the dominant one in your body. ]

[Of course you fear such an outcome.]

[But you know this is the price you have to pay—you have to protect your sister.]

"No." Ian shook his head. "If I change back now, wouldn't all my efforts be wasted?"

"Fafnir, please fly!"

"..."

The black dragon said nothing more.

He flapped his broad wings, creating a strong wind across the forest floor.

A gust of violent wind swept past, and a huge figure rose into the air.

The sky instantly became his background—this was the arrogance unique to a dragon.

But for Ian at this moment, this feeling was a little scary.

"This is too high... Fafnir, is this how you always feel when you turn into a dragon?"

"That's about right." Fafnir's voice sounded quite calm.

"so--"

"I never blamed Mother for separating us."

"After all, if my sister were to come into contact with me...it would definitely be very dangerous."

"You actually care about Jeanna too." Ian couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't that natural?"

Fafnir flapped his huge wings vigorously, stirring up a strong airflow in the sky.

"I am you and you are me."