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

[After everything was arranged, you and Jeanne set out on the journey back to the village.]

It was winter, and cold winds were blowing across France.

A plain-looking horse-drawn carriage was slowly making ruts on the country road.

"Cough cough."

The girl's cough came from inside, causing the boy next to her to become anxious.

He spoke in a voice that was somewhat complaining, but also quite distressed and caring:

"Look, Jeanne, I told you you're still sick!"

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

Jeanne covered her mouth and apologized quietly.

That petite body would tremble from time to time due to the violent coughing, looking very pitiful, which made people feel pity for it.

Seeing his sister like this, no matter how angry Ian was, he calmed down in an instant.

"Oh, you..."

Ian sighed, then pulled up the curtains on both sides of the carriage.

He hoped that this way he could make his sister feel better.

He couldn't bear to see her suffer.

Not at all.

[In this somewhat dire situation, you drove your carriage to a small village. ]

[This is a village under the armed control of the English. Groups of English soldiers can be seen everywhere.]

【But you are not worried that your sister will be discovered by these English people. 】

[Because before leaving, you had already asked her to change out of her usually very conspicuous clothes and disguise herself to a certain extent.]

[Now she looks like just a relatively pretty country girl. ]

[In a sense, half of what you feared has become a fait accompli—she did become a country girl, but at least she got married.]

[But you remain cautious—you don’t want anything to happen to your sister.]

[But the actual situation is not much different from what we imagined. Not many people care about your coming. ]

[After all, in war, population movement is a very normal thing. ]

[There are naturally many people fleeing like you. 】

【You feel lucky for this - not being noticed is what you need most at this moment. 】

Although her physical condition was not very good, Joan of Arc's appetite was not affected.

Maybe even because of the bumpy ride, she seemed to want to eat more than usual.

Seeing his sister panting, Ian felt a little better.

At this moment, several English soldiers pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in.

They waved their hands:

"Boss lady, bring me a few bottles of wine as usual!"

"coming!"

Although he was not worried that these English soldiers would discover himself and Joan of Arc.

But out of caution to protect his sister, Ian still observed them secretly.

He wanted to make sure his sister wouldn't get hurt.

The two English soldiers probably didn't expect that someone was secretly watching their conversation at this time.

So after they took the wine from the proprietress, they started chatting casually.

"Hey, did you hear that?! It seems like a very powerful person has come up there!"

"A very powerful person?!"

"Yeah, she's said to be a very powerful magician... and she's a girl!"

"Is there such a thing?"

"Yeah, I heard that she plans to help us win this war in a special way... I don't know how she will do it."

"Why does he sound so unreliable to me... like a liar."

【The conversation between two English soldiers caught your attention.】

[You listened to their conversation more carefully, hoping to get more useful information from it.]

[However, it is a pity that those English soldiers seem to have only a vague understanding of the mysterious female magician. ]

【The topic between them quickly shifted to other things as the glasses clinked. 】

[You realize that the English may have acquired another strong foreign player.]

[This is obviously not good news for France. ]

[After all, Orleans's dragon-killing miracle is not so easy to replicate. 】

[If the English summon a bunch of dragons again, France will probably really be destroyed. ]

【Thinking of this, you can't help but feel a little worried. 】

"Brother~"

The voice from Joan of Arc brought Ian's thoughts back to reality.

She blinked her beautiful blue eyes and looked at her beloved brother with a worried look on her face.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? You seem absent-minded."

"..."

[Although you feel that the unknown magician is a very dangerous existence. ]

[But you also clearly know that telling Jeanne about this at this time will only cause her more trouble.]

[After all, she is just an ordinary girl. ]

You don't want her to bear so much pressure.

"Nothing." Ian smiled slightly, "I just didn't get enough rest recently, so I was a little distracted."

"..."

Joan of Arc seemed a little guilty when she heard this.

"Brother...it's all because of me, right?"

“It’s definitely there, but not completely.”

Ian reached out and gently rubbed his sister's head, trying to calm her down.

"It's okay, Jeanna, don't mind it too much."

"..."

Joan of Arc pondered for a moment, then asked.

"Brother, are we going to rest here tonight?"

"Maybe."

"That--"

Joan of Arc looked at her beloved and her face turned slightly red.

"I'll make it up to my brother tonight~"

【Time flies by.】

[Night soon fell on the village you and Jeanne arrived at.]

[You have found a place to rest. ]

In a room somewhere in the village.

Joan of Arc's daytime peasant-girl outfit had been neatly folded and placed on the bed beside her.

She herself was going to perform some kind of prayer ritual from the nuns.

This was her first time trying to do this.

The blonde girl took out a bottle of wine from behind her - that was something she had bought from the proprietress in advance.

There was a pop.

Joan of Arc pulled out the cork and put it aside.

Gurgling.

The blonde took a few sips of the regular wine, but instead of swallowing it, she held it between her lips.

Kneeling on the ground, she put her hands together in a prayer posture and looked at her brother lying on the bed in front of her - asking if she could start praying.

Of course Ian did not refuse his sister's request.

He nodded to indicate yes.

Ever since——

The wine in the girl's mouth began to soak up something.

Joan of Arc, feeling guilty, also took this opportunity to make a summary of the things she had done in the past that had dragged down her brother.

She softly chanted the sutra of atonement and gently engraved her own kiss on the holy pillar in the sea of ​​wine.

The Holy Pillar then surged back and forth, creating a purple wave - that was the response from the Saint Symbiote.

Wading out in the quiet night, the sea surface is dotted with white light, embellishing the crimson sea.

At the final moment, the naked girl drank the redemption wine and smiled happily.

"I'm even with my brother again~"

Joan of Arc looked up at him in front of her, her eyes already filled with love.

"Great."

After the great pleasure, Ian felt a little worried.

He was really afraid that his sister would not have a good life.

【You had a great time.】

[Joan of Arc really likes this kind of thing that can bring you happiness. ]

[She was so absorbed in the subject that she fell into a deep sleep, even mumbling a variety of things.]

[“Brother, you are awesome.”, “I love it the most when my brother does this.”]

[Shameful remarks like these kept coming out of her mouth.]

【This should be something to be happy about. 】

[After all, in a sense, this is also a manifestation of her deep love for you - even her dreams have become like you.]

【But at this moment, you just can’t be happy at all. 】

[Because the happier Joan appears, the more you fear that something will ruin it all in the future.]

[You always want to help her pave the way for the future - but there is always something that stops you from achieving this.]

[There is no such thing as a one-time solution.]

【After realizing this, you fell into deep pain. 】

[Beside your sleeping sister, you suffer from insomnia. ]

It's quiet at night.

The young man, covering his forehead, looked very embarrassed.

Ian found himself trapped in some extremely terrifying obsession.