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“We are of one mind.”

The giant black dragon soared in the sky, recording the situation wherever it went with a practical perspective.

This is something that the human face cannot do.

But it is something that can only be prayed for in the presence of a human being.

[You and Fafnir took a look around.]

[You seriously imagine what it would be like if your sister really led the troops to war.]

You think of some questions.

[You decide to ask Fafnir.]

The dragon spread its wings, then folded them.

Black Fafnir stopped on a mountain - dragons are living creatures too, and they also need to rest.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ian asked his other self about the doubts in his heart.

"Fafnir."

"If you have to face several dragons at the same time, are you confident that you can defeat them?"

"……Hard to say."

Fafnir is not arrogant - he has a clear self-awareness.

"Pierre."

"Just like humans, there are differences between dragons."

"I'm not sure what level the dragons in England are at."

"but--"

"I promise you, I will fight with all my might."

"But if you do that... your body might be seriously harmed."

Although the memories are not common, the body is common.

Whatever damage Fafnir suffers in the battle as the dragon will be reflected in Pierre as he transforms back into the human form.

This is two-faced entity, entangled like a spiral.

But Ian did not hesitate at all, he responded directly:

"It's ok."

"Fafnir, you just need to fight as hard as you can when the time comes... don't worry about my problems."

"My life is as hard as a rock."

"I hope so."

Fafnir did not try to persuade the other side of himself - he knew it would be useless.

And it’s just as he said.

The human face and the dragon face are one in thought.

What does the name Pierre choose to do.

Then what will the name Fafnir do?

"By the way." Ian quickly asked his second question.

"What if it's not a dragon you're facing, but a human?"

"Do you have a way to make the fire hurt only certain people?"

【Flying in the sky gives you a new perspective. 】

[This also makes you think about another question - how to protect your sister who is leading the French team on the ground? ]

[After all, if I really have to appear on the battlefield as a dragon, then. ]

[You know that your first priority is to protect Jeanne.]

[And the best hope for all this is Fafnir's flame, which is powerful enough to devour Leif in an instant.]

[If it can distinguish between friend and foe, it will be the most powerful protection for Joan of Arc. ]

[Fafnir also quickly understood this.]

however--

Although both Ian and Fafnir knew that Joan of Arc needed to be protected.

But the answer given by Heilong was not so ideal.

"I can't do that."

"A dragon's flame is deadly to humans... Even the slightest contact will cause extremely serious damage."

"This……"

Fafnir had put it bluntly enough.

Ian also knew that such a request would be somewhat embarrassing for his dragon face.

【You are lost in thought.】

[Even in a dangerous battlefield, you want to have a foolproof plan to protect your sister. ]

【The unique perspective in the sky makes you think about a possibility. 】

"That--"

"Instead of making the flames only hurt certain people... but avoiding certain people, Fafnir, can you do that?"

"The specific person is Jeanne, right?" Dragon Face responded to this question.

"I can try my best not to burn her... but if the battlefield is in chaos, I may not be able to pay attention to her presence all the time."

"Do not--"

"Fafnir, you will definitely notice it."

“I have a way to do this.”

The boy had a plan in mind.

[After another round of flying, you ended this flight. ]

【You have turned back into a human. 】

【You return to the castle in Chinon.】

[You meet with Charles VII alone, hoping that he can customize something according to your requirements.]

[Charles VII agreed very readily - after all, you are the saint's lover.]

【Two days later, the customized item arrives in your hands. 】

[You lead Jeanne to the room where they are placed.]

"Brother...can you open your eyes now?"

"Well, it's alright."

With her brother's permission, Joan of Arc slowly opened her eyes.

But what caught her eyes surprised the boy.

All I saw was an extremely conspicuous white military flag.

On the table next to it was a cloak with a cross mark and a half-armor suit of excellent workmanship.

A silver headdress lay quietly on it, silently telling of the preciousness of these things.

In this situation, Joan of Arc couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Brother, these are..."

Ian rubbed his sister's head to reassure her.

"These are the things I commissioned His Royal Highness to order for you."

"If you go to the battlefield, you should wear this safer outfit and take the holy flag."

"I believe... if everyone sees you like this, they will be more motivated."

"I see."

Jeanne nodded thoughtfully, then smiled at her brother.

"I understand."

"That--"

"I'll show it to my brother first!"

Ian breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his sister happily changing her clothes in front of him.

She didn't question why she had them custom-made to look so conspicuous.

That was his selfish desire as a brother - he wanted his sister to be noticed by his Dragon Mask Fafnir at all times.

"Brother, do I look good like this?"

"Well, it looks good."

[Under your arrangement, Sister Joan of Arc became Warrior Joan of Arc. ]

[A few days later, Charles VII gave Joan of Arc command of all his troops.]

[You will set out from Chinon to rescue Orleans, a city besieged by the English.]

【And this will be a battle that determines the fate of France. 】

202. Memories of the past/The French army is unstoppable/Dangerous Orleans (4k)

[People who are forced into desperate situations often have the most powerful strength. ]

【With just a tiny spark, they can start the most vigorous flame.】

[The appearance of Joan of Arc just provided such an opportunity. ]

"Everyone!"

Joan of Arc, who was at the front of the team, planted the white flag on the ground and looked at the troops behind her that were fully authorized by Charles VII.

She shouted loudly:

"The English took away our homes and my innocent compatriots became refugees."

"but--"

"They can't break our will!"

"Because the Holy Lord is in harmony with the thoughts of each of us! Let us unite in despair!"

"For the future of France, for the freedom that we all long for."

"We—must fight to the last moment!"

Joan of Arc mobilized the emotions of the soldiers present with just a few simple words - she seemed to be born to do this.

"oh oh--!!"

"Kick the English out!!!"

The thunderous war cry echoed in the sky, as if it could even shatter the clouds.

【Joan of Arc is not just talking. 】

[She added a sharp point to her white holy flag - so that she could actually use it as a gun.]

[Although she is petite and doesn't look intimidating. ]

But she always leads the charge.