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

"It's you guys, what's going on?"

Ian and Jeanne looked at each other, and the younger sister spoke first:

"Your Majesty, I have something to ask of you."

"Please ask me?" Charles VII frowned slightly.

It can be seen that he seemed a little worried - this is the caution of a person in power.

"What is it? If it's too difficult, I may not be able to help you."

"That's not true!" Joan of Arc quickly dispelled Charles VII's concerns, "We just want His Majesty to be a witness!"

"..."

Charles VII was stunned for a moment, then forced an awkward smile.

"that……"

He looked at Jeanne, then at Ian.

"What you call a witness... doesn't that mean you two?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are right."

Ian held tightly the hand of his sister beside him.

"I want to marry Miss Jeanne here in Reims... so I hope to get the blessing of His Majesty the King."

"..."

【Charles VII fell into silence.】

[His expression seemed a little complicated, as if he was worried about something.]

【You realize that this may not be as simple as Joan of Arc imagined. 】

【You decide to find out what's going on.】

"Your Majesty the King."

Ian looked at the thin man in front of him.

“Are we asking too much?”

"No." Charles VII shook his head.

"I know the relationship between you two, and it's not excessive to ask for this."

"It's just... under the current circumstances, I may not be able to witness your marriage."

"What does this mean?" Ian asked, "Is it because His Majesty the King thinks we don't deserve this blessing?"

"Of course not. I saw everything you and Jeanne did. You certainly deserve my blessing."

"only--"

Charles VII looked at Joan of Arc, his eyes full of worry.

"I am afraid that if I perform your wedding publicly, the soldiers will no longer be as brave as before."

【Charles VII's words are not difficult to understand.】

[As the French army continues to expand, the number of people who know about your relationship with Joan of Arc is far less than you might imagine.]

[And Joan of Arc has become a symbol of the army in a sense. ]

"If I publicly support your wedding, I will most likely destroy this symbolism and make the soldiers no longer heroic."

[This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to the French army at this moment. ]

[It makes sense that you realize this is Charles VII's concern - after all, France has not yet been completely liberated.]

【However, Joan of Arc seems to have thought of a solution to this problem. 】

"Your Majesty." Joan of Arc blinked her beautiful blue eyes.

"So according to you... as long as it doesn't affect the morale of the army, then it's fine?"

"Yes." Charles VII nodded, "As long as it does not affect the morale of the army, I am very willing to preside over this wedding for you."

"After all... you two have indeed made a great contribution to us, and you deserve this kind of treatment."

"That--"

Jeanne blushed slightly.

"In this case, please have your Majesty preside over a secret wedding for us!"

"Don't invite anyone, just me, Monsieur Pierre, and His Majesty the King."

When these words were spoken, not to mention Charles VII, even Ian felt surprised.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime wedding.

"Jeanna, you..."

"It's okay~"

Joan of Arc looked at her brother, her eyes filled with love for him.

"I don't care if there's a big wedding or if there's enough people to see it."

"Those don't mean much to me... because I'm marrying you, not them."

"If you want to... then what's the difference between one person knowing and ten thousand people knowing?"

"..."

Ian suddenly smiled.

"It seems so."

"We really didn't plan to get married because we cared about what other people thought."

"Your Majesty the King."

Ian looked at the thin man in front of him again, his eyes full of sincere requests.

"Can you please fulfill this little wish of mine and Miss Jeanne?"

"..."

Charles VII's expression also became somewhat emotional.

"Your love really makes me admire you."

"I see. If that's your choice, I'm happy to be the witness."

[You and Joan of Arc's simple but solemn wedding began in Reims Cathedral. ]

[“Pierre d’Arc, are you willing to marry Jeanne d’Arc?”]

[“I do.”]

[Jeanne d'Arc, will you marry Pierre d'Arc? ]

[“I do.”]

[In Reims Cathedral, you and Joan of Arc became a couple in the presence of Charles VII.]

[You have completely crossed that line and become a real couple. ]

[But you don’t know that this will be the last happy moment of your life. ]

【The wheel of fate begins to turn. 】

[You who violate the taboo are destined to walk on a bitter path. ]

206. Joan of Arc's married life/ Stepsister's curiosity/ Crisis comes secretly again (4k)

[Your relationship with Jeanne has never been closer.]

[You are not only comrades in arms in the recovery of France, but also close brothers and sisters, and lovers who are devoted to each other. ]

[However, for various reasons, you cannot openly announce the latter two levels of relationships to the public.]

[But this will not affect your secret time together as husband and wife in the dead of night. ]

Late at night, in Reims city.

Charles VII in the castle here.

A gentle sound echoed in a room that only VIPs could stay in.

The white holy flag that Joan of Arc usually held had now fallen on the spotless ground.

She slept in the same bed with her brother Ian, just like a real couple.

There was only the figure of her lover in her blue eyes, and everything else seemed to melt away in this close contact.

"Brother..." The newlywed Jeanne held the arm of the man next to her tightly, "I never thought that one day I would really be able to get along with someone of your status."

“It’s just… like a dream.”

Hearing his sister say this, Ian's expression seemed a little complicated, mixed with a bit of barely perceptible sadness.

Because he was just like her, he felt that this kind of life was just like a dream. It didn't feel real at all.

However, I can't follow her and admit that the scene at this moment is something that doesn't exist.

He would use enough lies to create a beautiful world for her - a world where she could live well with the simplest kindness.

to this end--

As an evil dragon, he would rather lie all his life to protect her sainthood until everyone in the world acknowledges this fact.

"So you think it's not real enough?" Ian lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

"What about now? Does it still feel unreal?"

Joan of Arc blushed when her brother kissed her, but she seemed to have some more thoughts of a lover because of the intimacy from him.

"It's still a little unreal now, unless--"

"Unless what?"

"Unless my brother holds me in his arms while I sleep!" Jeanne rubbed her fingers gently on the bed sheet, looking very shy, "That would be very real!"

"I knew you would say that." Ian looked at her beside him, then opened his hands. "I've been waiting for you to say that, little greedy cat."

"Eh?!" Seeing that her brother completely understood what she meant, Joan of Arc's eyes showed a little more joy of being hugged.

She was like a kitten that had been tamed for a long time, and she pounced on him, her beloved, without hesitation.

【This late-night tryst has become a form of flirting between you and your spouse. 】

[Joan of Arc doesn't mind that she can't stay by your side openly as your wife. ]

[Although sometimes I feel like something is missing, and even feel a little regretful. ]

[But the girl has never complained about this in front of you. ]

[Because for her, being able to make her lover worry less is a very happy thing. ]

[She felt that this meant she was one step closer to becoming a qualified wife.]

[Of course, even though both of you enjoy doing this, it's not necessary to do it every day.]

[After all, the coronation of Charles VII in Reims was not an end, but a new beginning - the revival of France still has a long way to go. ]

【As Joan of Arc has become the spiritual symbol of the Lord, she will naturally need to continue to lead by example in the coming period. 】

You realize you have to protect her in the process.

【This is your dual duty as a brother and a husband.】

sunrise.

The French flag was planted on the blue-brown city wall.

A gust of morning breeze blew, and the blue and gold flag symbolizing the royal family fluttered, silently announcing that Joan of Arc had won again.

I can’t count how many times this has happened.