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Joan of Arc secretly glanced at Plerati beside her, and her expression looked very nervous.

"Brother...why do you seem to be avoiding her lately?"

"Are you afraid that I'll get angry if I see you?"

"..."

Ian glanced at Plerati, and his gaze quickly returned to Joan of Arc in front of him.

"There is no such thing."

"I just simply think that I should spend more time with you."

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc blushed upon hearing her sworn brother's frank words.

But she soon shook her head as if she remembered something.

"Brother, you can't go on like this!"

"No?" Ian frowned slightly, "Why not? Do you really dislike your brother doing this?"

"That's not the case!" Joan of Arc quickly waved her hand to deny her brother's statement.

"Didn't my brother say that he wanted to learn more about the English magician from her?"

"If you focus all your energy on me now--"

"You can't do that, right?"

"..."

【You realize that your sister Jeanne has taken your words that day to heart.】

[She is unable to do anything to help and is worried whether she has affected your "plan". ]

【You decide to let her allay this concern. 】

"It's okay." Ian reached out and gently stroked his sister's head.

A soft touch soon fed back to his hand.

"Jeanne did not affect her brother's plans."

"but--"

"If I go to her directly like this now, won't Jeanne get angry right away?"

"Brother!" Joan of Arc pouted.

"Do I look like such an unreasonable sister?"

"If you're doing your job--"

"I'm sure I won't be angry."

"...That's right." Ian nodded and smiled slightly, "I understand."

"Now that you've said that, I'll immediately turn my attention back to this."

"Hmm!" Joan of Arc smiled sweetly, and then suddenly seemed to remember something important.

"That's right, brother."

"Ok?"

"Never mind, nothing~"

Joan of Arc looked at her sworn brother, her smile still bright.

She actually intended to ask him if he had secretly become a magician without telling her.

But then I thought about it——

This kind of thing is not important at all.

Whether he is a magician or not, he is still the person who loves me.

And even if he kept it a secret from me, there must be a reason, right?

[Jean's understanding makes you feel a little relieved. ]

[You realize that being too defensive with Pulelati will make your adopted sister nervous.]

[Besides, you do have some things you want to ask her. ]

【You decide to talk to her as soon as possible. 】

In a hostel in a village somewhere.

This was the nth village the three of them had arrived at - the roads in winter were always more difficult to travel than in summer, so they stopped more often.

At this moment.

Ian and Pulelati were sitting on either side of a round wooden table.

Two glasses of excellent wine rested quietly on the table, silently telling of the invisible distance between the two people.

"I said--"

Prelati pretended to glance at the corner of the hallway casually.

Joan of Arc, who was holding onto the edge of the wall, was seen sticking out half of her head and looking towards where her sworn brother was.

She looked very worried, but seemed to be afraid to come out because of something.

"Your precious sister is still watching this side now."

"If you sit in front of me like this, aren't you afraid that she'll be angry?"

"If it's just this kind of problem, I don't think you have to worry about it, Pulelati."

Ian answered calmly.

"After all, the reason I am sitting here now is largely because Jeanne suggested that I do this."

"so--"

"You don't have to worry about Jeanne getting angry."

"Really?" Plerati curled his lips, "I don't think that's the case."

"Because I feel—"

The purple-haired girl reached out her hand and touched the back of Ian's hand.

"I'm afraid she's not as generous as you think."

Sure enough, it was just as Pulelati had predicted now.

The moment her hand touched Ian's hand, Joan of Arc, who had been hiding aside and looking calm, suddenly became anxious, as if she was ready to jump out and catch the adulterer at any time.

but--

Before Pleurati could test the limit of Joan of Arc's patience.

Ian immediately shook her hand away and asked coldly.

"If I'm not mistaken, Jeanne should be watching nearby, right?"

"..."

【Pulelati was a little surprised.】

【She never expected you to realize this so quickly. 】

[She couldn't help but wonder how you knew that.]

"You guessed it so quickly."

Pulelati looked at the young man in front of him with great interest - even though he already had a mature appearance that was completely inconsistent with his age.

"Did you know that your sister was nearby?"

"I just thought it was a possibility at first." Ian responded to Pulelati calmly, "and your actions confirmed it for me."

"My actions?"

"Yeah." Ian looked directly at the purple-haired girl in front of him.

"Don't you know that once you have a purpose, your actions will become deliberate?"

"If you extend your hand deliberately... it means you are trying to provoke someone, right? And the only person who can be provoked by me is my sister."

"..."

Pulelati's smile froze in an instant, replaced by deep self-doubt.

“Is it really that obvious??”

"Yes." Ian confirmed this statement again, "Hasn't anyone mentioned this to you before?"

"No!"

"..."

"..."

"What's that expression on your face!" Pulelati said anxiously, "Is this funny?"

"Well... that's not funny at all."

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"So--"

"Back to business."

"Plerati, you should still remember the promise you made, right? You... will tell me more information about the English magician along the way."

"Yes, of course I remember."

The purple-haired girl picked up the wine glass in front of her and took a sip of the wine.

"What do you want to ask this time?"

"Weakness." Ian answered without hesitation.

"I want to know what weakness this English magician has that I can use to defeat her."

"..."

[Your request seems to have touched Pulelati's heart.]

【The smile on her face is disappearing little by little. 】

You realize that this question seems to have a completely different meaning for her.

[You sense that something is wrong.]

"Is there no way to answer this question?" Ian broke the silence, "Or do you not know the answer either?"

"If you say so—"

Pulelati met Ian's gaze.

"Rather, there are so many answers that I don't know how to answer them."

“Too many answers?”

This was an answer Ian had never expected.

"What does it mean?"

"It means what it says literally." Pulelati gulped down a large glass of wine, then let out a long sigh of relief.

"Because she's afraid of so many things that it doesn't make sense to single out any one of them."

"Perhaps I should say so... Anything that can kill a mortal can also kill her. That's probably how it appears."

Such an explanation inevitably made Ian somewhat confused.

"If you say so—"

"Isn't this the weakest magician? How could the English believe that such a magician could bring them victory?"

"Ha." Pulelati sneered.