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"..."

"I'm sorry." Joan of Arc's hands trembled slightly as she spoke words full of apology.

"I shouldn't have said I would come back... Now my brother and I have been caught here together."

"I'm stupid, really."

"..."

You realize that Joan feels betrayed.

[But she was kind-hearted and didn't think of blaming the villagers of Dongremi Village at the first time.]

[She actually felt that her eagerness to return to the village was a burden to you.]

You realize that this is not a reasonable idea.

"No, Jeanne."

Ian hugged his stepsister and stroked her head with some trembling.

"this is not your fault."

"You are just too kind... so kind that you want to come back as soon as you know something is wrong with the village."

"You shouldn't be apologizing to me for something like this."

"Jeanne, there's nothing wrong with your kindness - the only ones who are wrong are the bastards who take advantage of your kindness!"

Hearing this, Joan of Arc could no longer control her tears.

She hugged her brother, buried her head in his arms, and burst into tears.

“Aaaaaaaaah… Why did it become like this?!?”

The girl's voice was filled with pain.

That was the unspoken sadness that arises when a kind person is betrayed - this was the first time she truly felt this.

It turns out that after trying so hard to do so many things for others... I will still be betrayed without hesitation like this in the end.

"A France like this... should be destroyed."

Another voice appeared in Joan of Arc's heart, which she herself had never heard.

[You are not aware of the other voice born in Joan of Arc's heart. ]

[It shouldn't have existed, but because of this heartbreaking betrayal, it went against common sense and appeared in this world. ]

【You don’t know all this. 】

[You just want to comfort your stepsister. ]

【But Joan of Arc continued to cry for a long time, and only fell asleep leaning against the wall late at night. 】

The moonlight shone through the high window of the prison and fell in front of Ian.

In the midst of the white snow, a voice kept echoing in his mind.

want to go out.

Must go out.

This was the only thought in the boy's mind.

however--

Reality will not change because of personal wishes.

I can't do this kind of thing myself.

He tried to summon the dragon face, but found that it did not respond because it was afraid that he would turn into a dragon.

But this is not a reason to give up.

The boy tried again and again.

Even though the results are not ideal, we must never give up.

I have to get my sister out of here no matter what!

Just at this time--

There was a sound of tapping footsteps coming from the corridor outside.

A figure was seen slowly approaching the prison where the brother and sister were from the other end of the corridor.

She got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of Ian who was trying to break through the obstacle.

"So he was caught. How pitiful."

The person who came was none other than Plerati who had disappeared not long ago.

"..."

Ian looked at the purple-haired girl in front of him, his expression a little complicated for a moment.

But in the end, he smiled and said:

"So you're okay... That's great."

"I haven't seen you in so long."

"I thought you had been killed by those Burgundians."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Pulelati was stunned.

She obviously didn't expect that Ian's first words when they met would be that he was thankful for being alive and well.

"Are you concerned about me?"

"...If you want to call it caring, then it can be considered caring."

Ian said neither arrogantly nor humbly.

"After all, in a sense, you have fulfilled your promise and told me the information about the magician, right?"

"..."

Plerati turned his head away and muttered softly.

"You two brothers and sisters are really the same... so kind that it makes people feel a little stupid."

"But there's nothing wrong with being kind." Ian looked directly at Preladi, "Isn't it?"

"..."

As if he was unable to refute Ian's words, Pulelati was silent for a long time before speaking again.

"So your kindness can get you out of here?"

"Of course not now."

Ian took a deep breath and continued to work on the magic on the vertical pole in front of him - even though the progress so far was still zero.

"But I won't give up...ever."

[Your words seem to have touched Pulelati.]

[There was a bit more complex emotion in her purple eyes—it was a reaction she hadn’t had before.]

[Perhaps it is a pity that your magician's talent has not been fully utilized, or perhaps it is a resentment that you have failed to live up to expectations.]

[In short, her thoughts changed at this moment in a way you didn't expect.]

[This also directly affected her next actions. ]

"I say, Pierre, aren't you curious about how I got here?"

"Curious." Ian's hand touched the vertical bar of the prison, and a warm feeling passed along his arm.

"But that doesn't make any sense... I just want to know how to get out of here."

"What if I say I can help you out?" Plerati responded with his arms folded across his chest.

"..."

Ian did not answer her directly, but raised his head and looked at the purple-haired girl in front of him.

There was certainly some doubt in his eyes, but more of it was hope for Pulelati who said such words.

"Don't look at me like that." Pulelati said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "It will make me very uncomfortable."

“And I can actually do that.”

"but--"

Pulelati stretched out his hand and pointed at Ian in front of him.

"I will only rescue you."

"As for your sister——"

"I have no interest in her...so I don't plan to rescue her."

"..."

Without any hesitation, Ian sighed and answered directly.

"Forget it then... Thank you for your kindness, Plerati."

The purple-haired girl immediately realized what Ian meant by this sentence - if they only rescued him and gave up their sister Joan of Arc, he would rather not be rescued himself.

"You stupid!"

Plerati's eyes widened a little and he looked a little exasperated.

"It was those vicious Burgundians who arrested you."

"If you continue to stay here, you will definitely die here!"

"Of course I know that."

Ian continued to analyze the magic tricks on the vertical pole in front of him, his tone appearing quite serious.

"It is precisely because I know that the future will end like this that I want to rescue my sister... She absolutely should not die in a place like this. This is not the life she should have."

"Pierre, you fool!" Plerati cursed, "Is this how your life should be?!"

"Is it really worth it for you to be in this state because of a sister who doesn't even know her own weight?!"

"..."

Ian turned around and saw Joan of Arc, who had fallen asleep from crying herself tired.

She was wrapped in the coat she had just taken off, looking as delicate as a rag doll.

His expression relaxed a little, and then he turned around as if he had made up his mind and looked at Plerati who was stamping his feet in anxiety.

"Yeah...is this really worth it?"

"I have thought about this question countless times in the past... Is it worth giving up so many things for Na?"

"And now I have figured it out—"

"If there is no Jeanne in this world, it means nothing to me."

"My existence is to ensure her existence."

"so--"

"I will never abandon her no matter what...ever."

“She is the saint of my life.”

"..."

Plerati's face began to distort.

That was the anger and humiliation he felt when he saw his idea was rejected by Ian.

"What a saint!"

"Okay! Since you think your sister is a saint... then she must experience what all saints have to go through, right?!"

"Ian...just wait, your sister will soon become a true saint!"