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"Yeah?!"

Ian seemed very happy to hear this.

After all, in a sense, the accession of Charles VII was equivalent to washing away a past shame for France.

A king from England would never do whatever he wants on French soil!

But before Ian could be happy for long, Joan of Arc's next question made him stunned.

The younger sister, who had grown into a complete beauty, looked at her brother in front of her with her lips moving slightly.

"Speaking of -"

"Brother, why... did you appear in Orleans City?"

"Isn't this a little bit wrong?"

"..."

[Although you know this is a question you can’t avoid after waking up, you still feel a little guilty when Jeanne brings it up.]

【But you quickly adjusted your mindset. 】

[You must not let Jeanne know what you did.]

[Otherwise she will definitely feel guilty about it, and may even start to deny everything she has done in the past. ]

【You decide to tell a lie. 】

"Joan of Arc... I was actually captured by a dragon."

"Caught by a dragon?" Joan of Arc frowned slightly, revealing a puzzled expression.

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

"I was captured by a black dragon... and then I was involved in a battle between two dragons."

"Black dragon?" Joan of Arc seemed very confused. "I have never heard of such a dragon in France before."

"Maybe the angels couldn't stand the English...so they sent a dragon over."

Ian felt extremely guilty when he said this.

After all, this reason sounds too outrageous no matter how you listen to it.

however--

Joan of Arc, however, did not seem to want to doubt her brother at all.

She nodded thoughtfully, then continued:

"I see... Looks like everyone misunderstood."

"Misunderstood?"

"Yes." Joan looked at her brother and explained seriously, "They insisted that it was because I arrived in Orleans that the dragons died here."

"Now it seems——"

"Maybe the Lord is blessing us!"

"God bless France!"

"..."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is a master who never shows up... otherwise things might not be so easy to explain away.

As he thought of this, a sharp pain spread throughout Ian's body - his injuries had not yet fully healed.

He gasped, trying to hold back the pain.

【However, pain is not something that is so easy to endure. 】

【Joan of Arc quickly noticed your abnormality.】

"Brother!" Jeanne suddenly became nervous, "Has the effect of the medicine worn off?"

"Maybe."

Ian's mouth trembled as he said this.

The damage left over from the battle with Dragon Mask was much worse than expected.

"Then I'll help you change the medicine now!"

Joan of Arc hurriedly rummaged through a box nearby.

Soon, she took out the medicine she had prepared earlier.

The girl didn't bother to think about anything else and started to pull off her brother's clothes. After he was completely naked, she began to carefully change the medicine on each wound.

Seeing his sister's serious expression, Ian couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Jeanne...is this what you did when I was unconscious?"

"Yes."

Joan of Arc responded to Ian lightly, as if everything was extremely simple for her.

"I don't feel comfortable letting other people take care of my brother... I'm sure they won't try their best."

Hearing this, Ian sighed.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Jeanne."

"If my brother says that...I will be unhappy."

Jeanne grumbled softly.

"I'm your brother's girlfriend... and also his sister. Isn't it natural for me to take care of him?"

"Are you thanking me now to say that I am neither your girlfriend nor your sister?"

"That's not what I meant." Ian replied immediately.

"That's fine~"

Joan of Arc looked at her brother with a smile in her eyes.

"My brother has always been the one taking care of me."

"I've actually wanted to take care of my brother for a long time!"

"..."

"Pfft." Ian laughed, "Well, it seems that this is indeed my problem."

"It's good to know!"

"correct--"

Jeanne looked between Ian's legs and her face flushed slightly.

"Brother...you seem to be hard."

"..."

"Ahem." Ian coughed twice, trying to cover up the embarrassing topic. "After all, Jeanna, you have been treating the wound on the inside of your thigh."

"Don't worry, it will be fine in a while."

"no!"

Joan of Arc blushed and shook her head.

"As my brother's girlfriend...I have an obligation to help him deal with his sexual desires!"

"I'll help my brother cum now!"

"no!"

Before Ian could say no to his sister, she was already lying on his lap.

Joan of Arc seemed to be afraid that any big movement would hurt Ian, so she looked very careful.

She gently took the tip of her brother's stick into her mouth and licked the sensitive head with her soft tongue like a kitten.

It was a tingling and numbing feeling.

Ian was immediately brought into Joan of Arc's sexual desire processing rhythm.

He placed his hand on her head and began to stroke it gently, as if he was petting a cute kitten.

The blonde ate further.

Holding half of her brother's stick in her mouth, she began to suck the urethra at the soft end, as if she wanted to empty out everything inside.

call--

This is something that is simply unbearable for a man.

Even though the occasion might not be appropriate, Ian had no choice but to follow his sister's wishes.

He held down her soft golden hair that was tied into a big ponytail, and pressed her head down along his brother's stick little by little.

After eating it completely, Joan of Arc would shake her head and return to the top little by little.

After several rounds of this, the brother and sister reached an extremely harmonious speed.

Can't help it.

Ian asked softly, "Jeanne, can I cum inside you?"

The slight up and down movement of the girl's head was the best response - Ian pressed her head tightly between his legs.

Gurgling.

The sexual desire from my sister was handled with great success.

"Huh——~"

Ian loosened his grip, and Jeanne slowly raised her head.

With white hairs on the corners of her mouth, she stuck out her tongue, and with a look of joy she showed off the great achievements left by her brother.

"Brother shot so much~" the girl was very happy.

"Because Jeanne is really amazing... It feels like everything is in the right place, as if she has tried it many times before."

"Yeah, you guessed right." Jeanne swallowed the love from her brother, "When my brother was unconscious, he would often have instincts like this."

"Wait a minute, you're not..."

"Hehe~"

Joan of Arc took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the marks from the corners of her mouth.

"But let's not worry about that for now~"

"Brother, come with me to meet His Royal Highness the Prince... Oh, now I should call him His Majesty the King!"

"Hmm?" Ian was a little confused, "Are you going to congratulate him?"

"Congratulations are part of it, but there are more important things to do."

Joan of Arc began to wipe the stick for her brother.

"I would like to ask His Majesty the King to be the witness."