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"But let me make this clear first. If something goes wrong, shout out immediately."

"I'll go in right away."

"Ok!"

With the support of her brother, Joan of Arc took a deep breath and then pushed open the door that separated the inside and the outside.

It's as if it was destined.

The moment the Saint stepped into the room, she made eye contact with the Dragon Witch who had just woken up.

"..."

"..."

“Ah——!” A roar came from Black Jeanne’s throat.

That was rage at its most primal.

"How dare you appear in front of me!"

Having said this, Black Jeanne d'Arc didn't care about the cool clothes she had changed into specially because of Ian, and she transformed into a flag and planned to stab the opponent.

Looking at the weapon that was almost identical to the holy flag, Joan of Arc felt a little scared, but more of it was sympathy.

The saint has confirmed that the Black Jeanne in front of her is just a poor "Avenger" who has become the Dragon Witch in her place.

She...actually doesn't understand anything.

"That——"

"Can we sit down and talk for a minute?"

Hiss.

The flag stopped in front of Jeanne's brow.

The Dragon Witch frowned, her tone full of confusion.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Shall we... sit down and talk?"

Knowing that the other party was not completely unable to listen to what she said, Jeanne did not hesitate and continued:

"Yes."

"We... don't actually have to be enemies."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Black Jeanne made the flag disappear. "We are natural enemies!"

"Do not."

"We never had any actual conflict."

Joan of Arc looked at the face in front of her that was almost identical to her own.

"and--"

"You keep saying you hate France... but do you know why you hate it?"

“That’s because—!”

Black Jeanne stood there in a daze.

Yes.

Why do I hate France?

What is the reason?

Seeing Black Joan of Arc's voice suddenly stop, Joan of Arc knew that she had indeed caught her blind spot in thinking.

There was moisture in the corners of her eyes - a sign of sadness for her other self.

"Look."

"You don't really know why you hate France, do you?"

"..."

Seeing that she could not think of any reason to refute the other party, Black Jeanne suddenly became anxious.

"I'm sick!"

"Hate is hate, there's no need for a reason!"

"No." Jeanne shook her head. "Even the smallest hatred has its reason."

"You... don't actually know what you're doing."

"so--"

Jeanne looked at "herself" in front of her.

"Stop it, other 'me'."

"This is the wrong time, it can't go on like this."

"..."

"what are you talking about!"

"I don't admit to such a thing."

Black Jeanne d'Arc, whose pain point was touched, angrily swung her fist at her other "self".

But the punch was blocked before it hit the opponent.

The one who stopped her was none other than Ian.

The moment she saw him, Black Jeanne felt like she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Come quickly!"

"She said I didn't know what I was doing! Help me refute her!"

"..."

"What's that expression on your face?"

Black Jeanne roared again.

"Do you think the same as her?"

Looking at the Black Joan of Arc making a fuss in front of him, Ian felt very uncomfortable.

After all, the so-called Dragon Witch is nothing more than a tragedy born with a lot of malice.

Did she commit an unforgivable mistake when she didn't even realize what she was doing?

"Joan, I..."

Ian's lips were moving, but no words came out.

But such behavior is enough to express a man's true thoughts.

"Even you..."

There was a look of something worse in Black Jeanne's eyes.

At this moment, the Dragon Witch only felt betrayed.

She shook her head, totally unable to accept it all.

And at this moment——

Black Jeanne felt a warmth.

She reacted quickly—it was Joan of Arc who hugged her!

"what are you doing?!"

Having never felt a hug from anyone other than Ian, Black Jeanne had trouble speaking.

"You...what are you doing?!"

"I feel sorry for you."

Joan of Arc's eyes were already a little moist.

She recalled some of her past experiences—like what happened after she accepted the so-called meeting with the gods.

"You... didn't have to bear this kind of responsibility, right?"

“This is not the life you were supposed to have.”

"..."

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who was struggling just now, suddenly became much quieter.

"No." She turned her face away and muttered softly.

“I like this kind of life very much.”

"because--"

Heizhen pulled Ian's hand.

"I can sleep in the same bed with him every day."

“That kind of thing, it’s really nice.”

Hearing this, Joan of Arc's eyes became more sympathetic.

"But this has nothing to do with revenge against France, does it?"

"You...just want to be with him."

"..."

Joan of Arc's simple few words made Black Joan of Arc, whose already illogical character was already unclear, even more confused.

She was a little broken.

"Then what can I do?!"

"If there is no such purpose...I am not qualified to be with him, right?"

"No." Joan of Arc shook her head.

"if--"

"If you really just want to be with your brother."

"I think that even if you are not the Dragon Witch, my brother will not reject you."

Hearing this, Black Jeanne subconsciously looked at Ian.

The look in the Dragon Witch's eyes was completely different now - perhaps she had thought about similar questions a long time ago?

The man also expressed his attitude very decisively.

"She's right."

Ian's hand gently stroked Black Jeanne's head.

"Even if you're not some dragon witch... you can still stay by my side."

"..."

Two lines of clear tears flowed from the eyes of the Dragon Witch.

She sobbed first, then burst into tears:

"You told me earlier!"

"I thought... if I wasn't a witch, I wouldn't be eligible to marry you!"

"Ok?"

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"Get married?" She let go of Jeanne d'Arc and moved back a little.

"What marriage?"

"Hey, didn't you know?"