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

After the tragic death of the English dragon in Orleans, the morale of the French army soared, and in a very short period of time they launched a devastating offensive.

Everyone regarded all this as a miracle brought by Joan of Arc - after all, no general had ever done such a thing.

Everything was just as Charles VII had said on the day of his coronation - the Lord had shown France a path to revival.

As long as you don't stop, the road will extend infinitely.

Everyone was convinced that France would regain its glory at the end of the road.

"Whoo~"

Standing on the city wall, Joan of Arc inserted the white holy flag that she had been waving vigorously during the battle into the cracks between the stones under her feet, allowing it to stand upright.

"We've recaptured another city!"

"Brother, I feel like I have completed many angel missions~"

Hearing his sister's slightly proud tone, Ian couldn't help but feel happy.

He gently stroked her soft golden hair and responded to her tenderly.

"If we're just talking about the angel's mission... I think Jeanne has already completed it a long time ago."

"I...have already finished it?"

Joan of Arc blinked her beautiful blue eyes and looked puzzled.

"Yeah." Ian held his sister's hand tightly and looked into the distance where the dawn was just coming.

"Because the angel never gave you any mission, right?"

"He just came out to meet you... He didn't mention anything at all."

"Jeanne, you have been able to reach the situation you are in today entirely because of your kindness and your passion for France."

"If that's all—"

"I think you have completed that 'mission' very well."

"But……"

Joan of Arc also looked into the distance, and her beautiful blue eyes showed a little more thought about the future.

"That alone is not enough... I feel I must do more, otherwise it would be unworthy of this meeting with the angel."

"Brother...you will stay with me until I finish, right?"

"of course."

Ian gently rubbed Jeanne's forehead with his own.

"I can't bear to leave such a lovely sister alone."

"Brother, you have to keep your word!"

The blonde girl looked at her brother and smiled sweetly.

But her eyes soon fell on a certain part of Ian's neck - Joan seemed to have discovered something.

"Come to think of it..."

Joan of Arc reached out and gently stroked the exquisitely crafted black dragon-shaped pendant around her brother's neck.

"I have wanted to ask my brother something for a long time."

"When did my brother put on this pendant?"

"I'm curious!"

"..."

[You realize that this is something that Joan of Arc cares about very much but has never mentioned.]

[You decide to confess part of the origin of the dragon pendant.]

[Because you don't want your sister Jeanne to be aware of the existence of Dragon Face Fafnir.]

"You said this..."

Ian took the pendant containing his dragon face back from Jeanne's hand.

"It's something my mother left for us."

"What did our mother leave us?"

Joan of Arc repeated what Ian said. Her expression was surprised at first, but soon she fell into deep nostalgia.

Although the girl does not have many memories about her mother in her mind, she still remembers her mother clearly.

After all, she was very good to herself and her brother - at least it was like that until she left this world.

"Then mom kept this for..."

"It's prepared in advance for our emergency needs." Ian answered his sister half-truthfully.

"This pendant is very valuable... Mom probably knew that Dad's condition was very serious, so she left this thing to us."

"If you need money urgently one day, just sell it."

"Fortunately, we never had such an opportunity."

"Hmm...that's it."

Having said that, Joan of Arc seemed to suddenly think of something and her expression became a little nervous.

"Speaking of which-"

"If mom knew that my brother and I were married, she would be very angry, right?"

"..."

This is a rather pointed question.

[You know if you don't give a good answer, it might make Jeanne's mood plummet. ]

【But fortunately, you are not the kind of person who does things purely out of recklessness. 】

[Before accepting the sincere feelings from your sister, you have already seriously thought about this inevitable problem. ]

[You decide to tell your sister your thoughts - although they may not be the correct answers, they can at least provide some comfort at this moment.]

"Do not."

Ian shook his head, then looked at his sister seriously.

"If my mother knew all this... I don't think she would be angry."

"Hey, why?" Joan of Arc looked at her brother.

"Because -"

"Mom also wants to protect you well, and I will definitely do my best to do that."

"So, if I marry Jeanne, she... will at least feel at ease."

Ian wasn't talking nonsense.

He knew that his mother wanted very much to protect his sister Joan of Arc.

otherwise--

She would not risk her own life to perform magic that could completely separate the human face and the dragon face.

of course.

This statement is also likely just Ian's wishful thinking.

But now that things have come to this, it would be meaningless and even extremely stupid to let my sister worry about this kind of thing.

Instead of letting her live in regret all day long, it is better to abandon these constraints and face a new life.

Own--

I don't want to see her sad.

As for any curse of divine punishment, he could only hope that it would be concentrated on himself and not let his sister Joan of Arc be affected at all.

"Is that so?"

Jeanne's expression relaxed.

The only thing she had doubted about her brother was——

When he was eight years old, he sneaked out to play with his father and was beaten by him, but he insisted that it didn't hurt at all.

The girl felt very happy.

Bathed in the morning sun, she held the hand of her lover.

"That--"

"Will my brother love me forever?"

"Ah."

Ian placed a gentle kiss on Jeanne's forehead.

"In my life... I will only love Miss Jeanna."

"Me too."

Jeanne responded quietly.

"I...will only love Mr. Pierre."

In this age of war, such a vow seems a little thin.

only--

Both of them firmly believe that this is the future that is bound to arrive.

【But the war will not stop because of warmth. 】

[After losing five dragons in Orleans and hearing that Charles VII was crowned as queen in Reims, the usually calm English royal family finally couldn't sit still.]

[They began to ask around about the story of Joan of Arc, the saint who was able to kill five dragons in one night.]

【They found the Burgundians.】

[Both parties are planning something extremely sinister - after all, the restoration of France has harmed their common interests.]

【They began to take action.】

[But you don’t know all this, and it’s impossible for you to know it. ]

[Because at this moment, you are taking care of your sister Joan of Arc - she is sick. ]

Joan of Arc was not a real saint, nor had she ever received any blessing from angels or any gift from God.

Several months of continuous fighting had already caused her body to accumulate a great deal of fatigue.

After crossing a crossing, the undefeated girl fell ill.

After what happened this year, Ian knew that Joan of Arc’s illness must not be told to anyone.

After all, in a sense, she is no longer a simple girl, but proof that France is blessed by the Lord and is a person who has met angels.

She is a saint.

and so--

Ian did not tell anyone about Joan's illness.

In his capacity as the commander-in-chief of the royal guard, he announced to the public that Joan of Arc had once again received divine inspiration and would need to conduct research in secret for a period of time.

No one doubted it.

In their eyes, Joan of Arc was truly able to communicate with the Lord.

She is the saint sent by God to France, and the miracle that saves all this.

[You took care of Jeanne on your own, just like she took care of you when you were unconscious.]

[This is something that needs to be kept absolutely confidential—you are not allowed to let anyone see her current appearance.]

But I have to say that——

After she fell ill, Joan of Arc became even more fond of acting like a spoiled child.