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

[This fearlessness on the battlefield is engraved in the hearts of every French soldier. ]

[Since the general is not afraid of death, the soldiers should also follow suit. ]

[You are beginning to become brave.]

[You set out from Chinon with high morale, and fought your way along the Loire River. ]

【And as if responding to this courage. 】

[Joan of Arc, who led the charge, did not suffer any damage in these more than ten battles.]

【This is considered a gift from the Lord and a blessing from the angels. 】

【Everyone agreed that Joan of Arc was indeed a general sent by God to bless France.】

【Only you know what's going on. 】

[That conspicuous holy flag does more than just draw Fafnir's attention to Jeanne - it works on you as well.]

【Other soldiers go into battle to kill the enemy.】

【And your purpose in joining the war is to protect Jeanne. 】

[You used magic in secret to block the attacks coming towards her time and time again.]

[The so-called asylum is not a gift from God, but merely a human effort. ]

[After half a month of continuous marching, you arrived at a city near the upper reaches of the Loire River.]

[The French sword will rest here for a while, and then launch a surprise attack on Orleans. ]

"Hello, Commander-in-Chief."

"Well, hello."

"The commander-in-chief is really amazing."

"Excessive praise."

Joan of Arc responded to the soldiers' respect along the way and hurriedly walked towards a small wooden house in the city holding the holy flag.

pat.

The wooden door opened and then closed again.

Joan of Arc, who was so heroic on the battlefield, was now breathing heavily in the cabin.

She looked at her brother who had arrived at the cabin early, and her eyes became lustful.

She lifted up her skirt, revealing her fair and tender garden, and uttered something completely different from her usual image.

"Brother...I want it so much~"

[No matter how brave or fearless you are on the battlefield. ]

[In front of you, Jeanne will always be the sister who became unsatisfied after being developed. ]

[As her brother and her lover, you will naturally not refuse this extremely reasonable request.]

[Because you know she is under a lot of pressure at the moment. ]

Inside the room, the white holy flag leading the French army was leaning against the wall.

And its owner, Joan of Arc, who was personally appointed as the Royal Commander-in-Chief (the highest military rank, even able to command a marshal) by Charles VII, was lying naked on the bed.

Blindfolded, she stuck her buttocks out towards her brother behind her like a docile puppy, exposing the two gardens in her lower body to him without any cover.

Her hands were tied behind her back by her clothes like a defeated prisoner.

"Miss Jeanne." Ian held both ends of Joan of Arc's tall and lovely buttocks.

"This time... where do you want Mr. Pierre to go in?"

"..."

"...I want them all." The blindfolded Joan of Arc muttered softly.

"what?"

"I want them all!" Joan of Arc said anxiously, her proud breasts being squeezed and deformed on the bed.

"I want my brother's dick in both places!"

"..."

Hearing this, Ian felt a little sorry for his sister - he knew that she would only want this when she was under a lot of pressure.

"Okay, I won't be polite then."

He patted his sister's buttocks with his left hand and then began to move in and out of her front garden.

It must be said that Joan of Arc was truly burning with desire - as soon as he entered, she started moving herself, constantly squeezing the thick stick of her brother.

And Ian was not idle either.

He used the index finger of his right hand to gently play with his sister's other garden, making it expand little by little.

“Uh…uh…ah…”

The girl's humiliating voice echoed in the room where they were alone, and her body was shaking.

Hiss——

The front garden was filled to the brim, with white love overflowing from it and dripping onto the floor of the room.

At the same time, the garden on the other side also opened.

But at this moment Ian had a little idea.

"Jeanna...why don't you try something else this time?"

"Something else?"

"Well, it should be quite interesting."

"Oh... okay."

Joan of Arc always trusted her brother, even when she was blindfolded.

But she soon felt that something was a little wrong with what came in.

It's a little cool and a little smooth.

This touch... is so familiar.

Wait!

"Brother... could it be that holy flag?"

"Hey, have you been discovered?"

"No, get it out quickly!"

Joan of Arc's body began to struggle, and the holy flag that was only inserted a little bit also swayed from side to side.

Having become a "flag base", she indeed felt extremely ashamed at this moment.

A few minutes later.

Joan of Arc crossed her arms across her chest, looking very angry.

Ian was beside her, laughing and coaxing her.

"Jeanna, I'm sorry, it's my brother's fault, don't be angry with me."

"Humph!" Jeanne pouted, "Brother, you're going too far!"

"How could you stuff something like that in there?"

"because--"

Ian looked at the white holy flag placed on the bed beside him - its handle was slightly wet.

"I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately, Jeana... so I wanted to try these new methods to see if they could help you relax a little."

“But the result seems to be worse.”

"Eh?!"

【Joan of Arc knows you are not lying. 】

[Now that the pressure is reversed, you are still thinking about how to take care of her. 】

She felt guilty for being angry.

"It's not getting any worse..."

Jeanne snuggled up to her brother and held his arm.

"only--"

"Compared to the holy flag... I like my brother's stick better."

"So there's no need to try anything else. As long as... my brother is willing to do it with me, that's all."

"I like it best... that way."

After saying this, Joan of Arc smiled sweetly, without any trace of the anger she had just shown.

Ian, on the other hand, felt a little sad.

I originally came here to comfort my sister with practical actions, but now it has become the case that she has to heal me?

No.

This cannot go on.

Ian took a deep breath and immediately changed the subject.

"Speaking of -"

"Jeanna, I didn't expect you to be so brave. Holding the holy flag, you dare to rush to the front?"

"You... aren't afraid of getting hurt?"

"Of course I'm afraid..." Joan of Arc's voice became a little softer.

"If I'm at the front, there will be a lot of weapons and magic that will hurt me... It's scary."

"But--"

Joan of Arc looked at the holy flag on the bed, her eyes showing a bit more determination.

"No matter how scared I am, I must be at the front."

"After all, everyone hopes that I can lead them onto a path of revival blessed by the Lord."

“I have to try my best to do this kind of thing.”

"I cannot retreat... and I will never be allowed to retreat. I will bring the hope given to me by the 'Angel' to everyone in France!"

"but--"

The naked Jeanne tilted her head slightly.

"It seems that I have indeed been blessed by the 'Angel'... I haven't been injured so far!"

"..."

Ian smiled.

"Yeah, I think so too."

[You didn't try any other weird methods.]

[You use the stick to satisfy your sister every day. Jeanne]

[The day of the raid on Orleans is getting closer. 】

[But you vaguely feel that something is wrong. ]

What's wrong?

Ian pondered the question.

correct.

was the reaction of the English army.