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

[Compared to Joan of Arc who can only perceive the surface, you are able to realize more. ]

[You find that there is a lot of magic flowing in the air. ]

[You know it's these magic powers that affect them. ]

[You realize that only Pulelati would do such a thing at this time.]

[You suddenly realize that she is the legendary English magician - this is probably why she escaped unscathed in the Burgundian ambush.]

【But all this has completely lost its meaning at this moment. 】

"Burn her to death!"

"Burn her to death!"

As waves of crazy shouts came, the encirclement formed by the crowd was shrinking.

Ian knew that this was not going to work.

He didn't have time to explain and simply grabbed his stepsister Joan of Arc's hand.

"Jeanne, follow me!"

[You take Jeanne through the city.]

【You used a lot of magic in this process. 】

"Brother... So you are really a magician?"

"I'm sorry, Jeanne, I haven't told you about this."

"No need to apologize." Joan of Arc panted while running all the way and forced a smile.

"I do not mind."

Ian's heart felt stabbed when he heard this.

"Really... That's great."

[You are fleeing in this city of blood and hatred. ]

【But as this escape progressed, new problems also emerged. 】

The magic power released by Plerati was simply too powerful.

Not only can it control people's actions in the form of illusion, but it will also constantly erode the vitality of the affected people like a plague and disease.

Many people turned into monster-like beings in the process, with only the words "burn her to death" becoming the guideline for their physical actions.

As for Ian——

He had used all his knowledge of magic to protect Jeanne to the best of his ability.

To this end, he even exposed himself to this horrific magic - just hoping to separate her from these unclean things as much as possible.

But even so, Joan of Arc was still greatly affected and her vitality was constantly eroded.

Being carried by her brother, her face turned pale and even speaking became difficult.

If this continues, she will probably die here before escaping from this bloody place.

【Your mind has understood one thing with great clarity.】

[That means we can’t continue like this. ]

[You must leave here as soon as possible. ]

【At this moment, you remembered your dragon-shaped pendant. 】

"Jeanne."

Hearing her brother's voice, despite her weak body, Jeanne responded as positively as possible.

"Yeah, I'm here."

Ian felt distressed when he heard his sister Joan's weak voice.

But he knew that now was not the time to dwell on such things.

"Jeanne, listen to me."

"No matter what you see later... don't be afraid."

"Ah?" Jeanne was a little confused, "Brother, what are you doing..."

"Please, promise me first, okay?"

"……Um."

Joan of Arc still trusts her brother as always.

After hearing this response, Ian reached for his dragon-shaped pendant.

A black light flowed out from it and lingered around the young man.

Fafnir's voice echoed in his ears.

"Pierre...are you serious?"

"If you become me again, you will disappear."

"I know." Ian's voice was trembling, but firm. "But there is no other way now."

"Fafnir, please help me one last time."

The Dragon Face did not respond to his Human Face again.

But the black light became brighter and brighter.

Boom, boom——!

Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

The earth cracked and a sharp scream rose into the sky.

A huge black dragon appeared in the city and attempted to judge the saint.

[You find that you can control the dragon's body. ]

[But you also feel something terrible - your perception of yourself is gradually becoming "Fafnir." ]

[The side of me that is “Pierre” has become increasingly blurred. 】

【You realize that this is what Fafnir meant by "disappearing."】

but--

That doesn't matter anymore.

At this moment, Ian just wanted to take his sister out of this terrible city.

Carrying the frightened girl who still followed his previous words and held on to him tightly, the dragon flapped its thick wings.

A gust of wind swept along the ground, blowing down all the "people" who had turned into monsters.

The black figure soared into the sky - that was where the magic power was the thinnest.

As long as we can get there, there is a great possibility that we can leave this city.

however--

Things are not as easy as imagined.

"Did I let you go?!"

As Plerati's roar came from afar, another huge black figure appeared in the city.

At this moment, she revealed her true appearance - a devil named Beelzebub, the lord of hell, and one of the seventy-two demon pillars of Solomon.

"Don't you want your sister to become a saint?!"

"Then just stay here obediently!"

"Watch her burn to ashes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red hand struck the black dragon in the sky.

Boom!

The dragon fell to the ground, creating a big hole.

Joan of Arc was also blown away.

But she didn't care about the pain in her body as her head was bleeding - because her brother who had turned into a dragon chose to land on his back to protect her.

That is the way to hurt yourself the most.

"elder brother!"

The girl's shout attracted the "people" around her to come over one after another.

"Burn her to death!"

"Burn her to death!"

They shouted the same words and then began to narrow the encirclement as before.

"..."

Joan of Arc was speechless.

She had never imagined that things would turn out like this - she even forgot to escape.

The saint's final destination seemed to be determined at this moment.

but--

"You all go to hell!"

The giant dragon that was knocked to the ground let out a ferocious roar, and then spewed out fierce flames.

The blazing red fire devoured all the demonized "people" and soon burned them all to ashes.

And Joan of Arc watched this scene.

My consciousness suddenly returned to that rainy night many years ago.

flame.

Black feathers.

Everything overlapped.

My brother... is actually the angel? !

But before Joan of Arc could think further, the black dragon grabbed her and once again rushed towards the sky to leave the city.

"madness!"

After revealing Beelzebub's true form, Plerati certainly couldn't just watch the dragon and the other man leave in front of him.

"Do you think you can leave?!"

No matter how powerful a dragon is, it is extremely vulnerable in front of the evil god with infinite magic power.

The bloody hand that Plerati transformed hit the dragon again.

Another bang!

The giant dragon was knocked to the ground once again, and the rubble flew everywhere like a wave, rolling up black smoke.

"Just lie there quietly!"

"Watch carefully how your sister was burned to death!"

however--

The black smoke dissipated, and the severely injured black dragon stood up again.

His wings flapped out waves of wind, and then he flew up into the blood-stained sky once again!

once.

twice.

three times.

The black dragon was knocked back to the ground again and again, but was able to get up again and again.