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"That's why I said that you were dragged down too much by your sister...even your understanding of magi has become much duller."

"The strength of a magician cannot be measured by such boring things as whether he can be killed or not."

"not to mention--"

The purple-haired girl licked her lips.

"If someone is killed, he or she may not necessarily die."

"What does this mean?" Ian felt as if he had come into contact with something extraordinary.

"It's a simple truth."

Plerati drank the wine in the glass in front of him, then pointed his finger at the empty glass and continued.

"Like this wine glass—"

As the girl spoke, she conjured up a flame and burned part of it.

"What you see as death is actually just the destruction of 'part' of her like this."

“But the archetype of the wine glass still exists.”

"If you can grasp this point——"

The girl exerted a little effort, and the burnt wine glass returned to its original state bit by bit.

"No matter what degree of death, it is just a simple reversible process."

"..."

[You understand what Pulelati means.]

[Although the magician can be killed in various ways, "death" does not mean the end of her.]

【This is the immortal body that allows death to exist. 】

[You suddenly understood the concept of strength that the English soldiers had been talking about.]

【But at the same time, you inevitably have a problem. 】

"How do you know this?" Ian looked at Pulelati in front of him, "This is already an extremely secret thing, right?"

"secret?"

Upon hearing this, Pulelati burst into laughter.

"It's no secret - because she has no intention of hiding it."

"After all, if everyone knows that magic can be done to this extent, it can be regarded as leaving its own mark in the history of magic, right?"

"Of course... In that case, perhaps many people would try to see if they can kill her, right?"

"But that doesn't matter. She doesn't care about that kind of thing."

"..."

Ian was silent for a long time before speaking again.

"Magicians...are all of them such crazy people?"

"How can this be called crazy?"

Pulelati looked straight at Ian in front of him.

"As a magus, you should have the awareness that matches your status."

"I say this - you should understand what I mean, right?"

"..."

[Of course you know the other meaning behind what Pulelati said - a magician should be as persistent as she is in leaving his own mark.]

【But you totally disagree with this idea. 】

【This goes against the way you have always thought.】

"Plerati." Ian looked at the purple-haired girl in front of him, "Don't you have anyone you care about?"

"Yes."

Pulelati responded to Ian's gaze, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"Aren't you the one I care about?"

"Such a great magic talent... there is no one like you in all of England and France."

"Oh, I'm so excited when I think about this kind of person right in front of me."

"That's not caring." Ian said, "You just think I didn't do what a magician should do."

"So you understand this, too?"

Plelatti glanced at Joan of Arc in the distance - she was still watching secretly.

"Then why don't you do it... You obviously have the ability, but you are being held back by your sister."

"Plerati, I think I've said it once." Ian held the wine glass in front of him.

"Jeanne is very important to me... She is not a burden as you said."

"..."

Plerati turned his head away and muttered softly.

"It doesn't matter whether she is or not. She shouldn't be by your side."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." Plerati raised the glass in his hand, "Have a few more drinks with me, and I will tell you more."

[You and Pulelati drank a lot of wine.]

【But she didn't tell you any more useful information. 】

【You have concluded this meeting.】

[You pretended to know nothing and returned to Jeanne. And told her most of the things.]

[Of course, this does not include the discussion about magic later in this article.]

【You will never have another meeting like this in your future journey.】

[After a while, you finally returned to Dongremi Village after going through so much hardship. ]

[But you didn't expect that this native village would directly betray you. ]

[On the day of your arrival, you were captured by the Burgundians who were waiting there.]

【That is the simplest and most effective betrayal. 】

212. The Birth of Jeanne's Other Side/The Curse of Yokohime/Betrayal (4k)

【This is a betrayal that has been planned for a long time. 】

[It's just that this betrayal was so thorough and so straightforward. ]

【After the defeat at Orleans, the meanness of the English began to spread to corners you didn’t know about.】

[After you left, the Burgundians who allied with them continued to put pressure on the village of Domremy, and the accompanying looting became more and more serious.]

【Not everyone can foresee the future. 】

[In order to save the entire village, without your knowledge, all the villagers unanimously agreed to the "redemption" plan to lure Jeanne back.]

[In the eyes of these villagers, it would be a great bargain to exchange Jeanne for the long-term peace of Domremy Village.]

Every day people pray in the church in Domremy village.

They clasped their hands together and prayed in the name of Joan of Arc, hoping that she would return soon.

Everything looks so pious, as if they are this saint.

but--

If you get close to them and listen carefully to what they say after praying, you will immediately feel creepy.

"If you are a saint--"

"It won't hurt to make a sacrifice, right?"

"Anyway, the angels will come and save her!"

"She is the one the Lord is watching, isn't she?!"

The villagers' so-called expectation was just that Joan of Arc would return to Domremy Village as soon as possible because of the deceptive letter, and then dedicate herself to the village where she was born.

From this perspective -

At this moment, every prayer that permeates the air of the village is actually the whisper of the devil.

They were so despicable that they had already nailed Joan of Arc to the cross, a symbol of sacrifice, in their hearts.

Even though she once saved the village.

【This is a scam.】

[The moment you stepped into the village, you and Jeanne were surrounded by the Burgundians who were lying in ambush here.]

[You don't even have time to turn into a dragon - because you never thought that the villagers' betrayal would be so straightforward. ]

【You and Jeanne have been caught. 】

[You were put in the same cell.]

[And Pulelati disappeared during this process. ]

moonlit night.

Everything happened so quickly that it seemed like a dream.

But the prison bars standing before him were telling Ian one thing:

These are all true.

The villagers decided to betray the two brothers and sisters just for a moment of peace in Dongremi Village.

The boy sighed.

He stretched out his hand and touched the vertical poles in front of him.

as predicted--

There is extremely powerful magic on it.

If it is not untied, even if I turn into a dragon, I will not be able to take Jeanne out of here.

But this is not something incomprehensible.

After all, in the eyes of the English, Joan of Arc was a saint who had met with angels. If she was not strongly stopped by magic of this level, she might have escaped on the very night she was captured.

But the problem is-

Joan of Arc was not really a saint.

For Jeanne, this kind of magic...

No, it should be a gap that cannot be crossed for the two of them.

What on earth should we do now?

"elder brother……"

Joan of Arc's voice brought Ian back from his thoughts.

When he came to his senses, he found his sister shivering in the corner of the cell.

She hugged her legs with her hands, rested her head on her knees, and looked very scared.

This scene almost broke Ian's heart as his sworn brother.

He temporarily gave up the idea of getting rid of the prison magic and quickly sat down next to his sister.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked as gently as possible: