Chapter 206 - Jeanne's Married Life / Younger Sister's Curiosity / Crisis Secretly Returns

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[Your relationship with Jeanne reached an unprecedented level of closeness.]

[You were war comrades fighting to restore France, inseparable siblings, and lovers devoted to each other.]

[However, due to various reasons, the latter two aspects of your relationship could not be openly declared to the outside world.]

[But this did not prevent you from secretly spending time together as husband and wife in the quiet of the night.]

Late at night, in the city of Reims.

Inside the castle where Charles VII resided.

A soft sound echoed in a room that only honored guests could occupy.

The white holy banner that Jeanne usually carried was now lying on the spotless floor.

And she herself was sleeping in the same bed as her older brother Pierre, just like a real married couple.

Her blue eyes were filled only with the figure of her beloved, and everything else seemed to melt away in this close contact.

"Brother..." Jeanne, still in the bliss of her honeymoon, tightened her grip on the arm of the person beside her. "I never thought that one day I could really be with you in this way," she murmured softly, her voice filled with tenderness.

"It's almost... like a dream," she added, her blue eyes gazing at him with adoration.

Hearing his younger sister say such words, Pierre's expression was somewhat complicated, with a hint of imperceptible sadness mixed in.

Because he, too, felt as if this kind of life was just a dream. It felt completely unreal.

However, he couldn't agree with her that the scene before them at this moment was something illusory.

He had to weave a beautiful world for her with enough lies—a world where she could live happily with the purest of kindness.

For this—

He, as the evil dragon, would rather lie his whole life to protect her saintly identity, until everyone in this world acknowledged it.

"You think it's not real enough?" Pierre lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

"How about now? Does it still feel very unreal now?" he asked softly, his gaze loving.

Being kissed by her older brother made Jeanne blush all over, but she also seemed to have gained some small, loving thoughts between lovers because of this intimacy from him.

"It still feels a little unreal, unless—" Jeanne said playfully, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Unless what?" Pierre asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity.

"Unless Brother holds me and we sleep together!!" Jeanne's fingers gently rubbed against the sheets, looking very shy. "That would feel very real!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes sparkling.

"I knew you'd say that," Pierre looked at her beside him, then opened his arms. "I've been waiting for you to say those words, you little glutton," he said gently, a warm smile on his face.

"Eh?!" Seeing that her older brother completely understood her meaning, Jeanne's eyes filled with joy at being held.

Like a kitten that had been tamed for a long time, she pounced without hesitation into the arms of the one she loved most.

[These late-night rendezvous had become a form of flirting between you as husband and wife.]

[Jeanne didn't mind not being able to stay by your side openly as your wife.]

[Although she occasionally felt that something was missing because of this, and even felt a little regretful.]

[But the girl never complained about any of this in front of you.]

[Because for her, being able to ease her beloved's worries was a very happy thing.]

[She felt that this meant she had taken another step closer to becoming a qualified wife.]

[Of course, although both of you enjoyed doing this, it wasn't to the point where it had to happen every day.]

[After all, Charles VII's coronation in Reims was not an end, but a new beginning—the revival of France still had a long way to go.]

[And Jeanne, who had become the spiritual symbol of the Lord, naturally needed to continue to take the lead in the time that followed.]

[You realized that you had to protect her in this process.]

[This was your dual obligation as her older brother and her husband.]

Sunrise.

The French military flag was planted on the blue-gray city walls.

A morning breeze blew, and the blue and gold flag symbolizing the royal family fluttered, silently announcing Jeanne's another victory.

This was already countless times.

After the English dragons died tragically in Orléans, the morale of the French army soared, forming an overwhelming offensive in a very short period of time.

Everyone regarded all of this as a miracle brought by Jeanne—after all, no general had ever done such a thing.

Everything was just as Charles VII had said on the day he was crowned King—the Lord had shown France a path to revival.

As long as they didn't stop, the road would extend infinitely.

France would surely regain its glory at the end of the road—this was what everyone firmly believed.

"Hoo~" Standing on the city wall, Jeanne planted the white holy banner that she had been vigorously waving during the battle into the crack of the stone slab at her feet, allowing it to stand tall.

"Another city has been recaptured!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes shining with joy.

"Brother, I feel like I've completed so many of the angel's tasks already~" she added, her voice filled with a hint of pride.

Listening to his younger sister's slightly proud tone, Pierre's mood couldn't help but become happy as well.

He gently stroked her soft, long blonde hair and replied to her tenderly.

"If we're only talking about the angel's tasks... I think Jeanne has already completed them long ago," he said softly, his gaze loving.

"I... completed them long ago?" Jeanne blinked her beautiful blue eyes, looking puzzled.

"Yes," Pierre said, holding his younger sister's hand tightly as he looked towards the distant horizon where the dawn had just arrived.

"Because the angel never gave you any tasks, did it?" he asked gently, his gaze warm.

"He just came out and met you... didn't mention anything at all," he explained, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Jeanne, you have reached this point today entirely because of your own kindness and that passion for France," he declared, his voice filled with admiration.

"Just this point alone—"

"I think you have completed that 'task' very well," he concluded, his gaze loving.

"But..." Jeanne also looked into the distance, her beautiful blue eyes filled with a bit of thought for the future.

"Just this alone isn't enough, is it... I feel like I have to do more, otherwise I'll be letting down that meeting with the angel," she said softly, her voice filled with determination.

"Brother... you'll keep being with me until I finish, right?" she asked, her blue eyes looking at him with hope.

"Of course," Pierre gently rubbed his forehead against Jeanne's.

"I can't bear to leave such a cute younger sister all alone," he said softly, a warm smile on his face.

"Brother, you have to keep your word!" the blonde girl looked at her older brother and gave a sweet smile.

However, her gaze quickly fell on a certain spot on Pierre's neck—Jeanne seemed to have noticed something.

"Speaking of which..." Jeanne reached out and gently stroked the exquisitely crafted black dragon-shaped pendant on her older brother's neck.

"I've wanted to ask Brother something for a long time," she said softly, her blue eyes looking at him with curiosity.

"When did Brother start wearing this pendant?" she asked, her brow furrowed slightly.

"I'm very curious!" she added, her gaze intent.

"..."

[You realized this was something Jeanne cared about very much but had never brought up.]

[You decided to confess a part of the origin of the dragon-shaped pendant.]

[Because you didn't want your younger sister Jeanne to notice the existence of the dragon side, Fafnir.]

"You mean this?" Pierre took the pendant, which housed his dragon side, back from Jeanne's hand.

"It's something Mom left for us," he said softly, his gaze gentle.

"Something Mom left for us?" Jeanne repeated what Pierre said, her expression first surprised, but soon she fell into deep reminiscence.

Although she didn't have many memories of her mother in her mind, the girl still clearly remembered her.

After all, she had been very good to both her and her brother—at least until she left this world.

"Then Mom left this behind to..." Jeanne began, her voice filled with curiosity.

"It was prepared in advance for our occasional needs," Pierre replied to his younger sister, half-truthfully.

"This pendant is very valuable... Mom probably knew that Dad's condition was already very serious, so she left this thing for us," he explained, his gaze earnest.

"If we urgently need money one day, we can sell it," he added softly.

"Luckily, we've never had such an opportunity," he concluded, a warm smile on his face.

"Hmm... I see," Jeanne said softly.

Speaking of this, Jeanne seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and her expression became a little nervous.

"Speaking of which—"

"If Mom knew that Brother and I got married, would she be very angry?" she asked, her blue eyes looking at him with concern.

"..."

[This was a rather sharp question.]

[You knew that if you didn't answer well, it might make Jeanne's mood plummet.]

[But fortunately, you weren't the kind of person who relied purely on recklessness when doing things.]

[Before accepting the sincere feelings from your younger sister, you had already carefully considered this inevitable question.]

[You decided to tell your younger sister your thoughts—although they might not be the correct answer, they could at least provide some comfort at this moment.]

"No," Pierre shook his head, then looked at his younger sister quite seriously.

"If Mom knew all of this... I don't think she would be angry," he said softly, his gaze loving.

"Eh, why?" Jeanne looked at her older brother, her blue eyes filled with curiosity.

"Because—"

"Mom also wanted to protect you well, and I am someone who will definitely do my best to achieve that," Pierre explained, his voice gentle.

"So, if I marry Jeanne, she... would at least feel very reassured, right?" he concluded, a warm smile on his face.

Pierre wasn't talking nonsense.

He knew that his mother had really wanted to protect his younger sister Jeanne well.

Otherwise—

She wouldn't have used her own life to perform that kind of magic that could completely separate the human side and the dragon side.

Of course.

This statement was also very likely just Pierre's wishful thinking.

But as things stood, it was completely meaningless, even extremely foolish, to let his younger sister get hung up on such things.

Instead of letting her live in constant regret, it was better to abandon these restraints and face a new life.

He—

Didn't want to see her sad.

As for any divine retribution or curse, he could only hope that it would all fall on him and not let his younger sister Jeanne be tainted in the slightest.

"Is that so?" Jeanne's expression relaxed.

Regarding her older brother, the only time she had ever doubted him—

Was when he was eight years old and took her out to play without permission, then got beaten by their father, and insisted that it didn't hurt at all.

The girl felt very happy.

Bathed in the morning sunlight, she took the hand of her beloved beside her.

"Then—"

"Will Brother love me forever?" she asked softly, her blue eyes looking at him with affection.

"Mmm," Pierre gently kissed Jeanne's forehead.

"In this life... I will only love Mademoiselle Jeanne," he vowed, his voice filled with love.

"Me too," Jeanne replied softly.

"I... will only love Monsieur Pierre," she added, her cheeks slightly flushed.

In this era of war, such a vow seemed somewhat fragile.

But—

Both of them firmly believed that this was the future that would surely be reached.

[But the war would not stop because of tender feelings.]

[Having painfully lost five great dragons in Orléans, and then hearing that Charles VII had been crowned King in Reims, the usually steady English royal family finally couldn't sit still.]

[They began to inquire everywhere about the saintly Jeanne who could kill five great dragons in one night.]

[They found the Burgundians.]

[The two sides were plotting something extremely sinister—after all, the restoration of France had damaged their common interests.]

[They began to take action.]

[But you didn't know any of this, and it was impossible for you to know.]

[Because at this moment, you were taking care of your younger sister Jeanne—she was sick.]

Jeanne was not a true saint, she had not received any so-called blessings from angels, nor had she received the grace of the Lord.

Months of continuous fighting had already secretly accumulated a large amount of fatigue in her body.

After crossing a ford, the undefeated girl fell ill.

Having experienced the events of this year, Pierre knew that Jeanne's illness could absolutely not be casually disclosed.

After all, in a sense, she was no longer a simple girl, but the proof that France was blessed by the Lord, an existence that had met with angels.

She was the saint.

Therefore—

Pierre did not inform anyone about Jeanne's illness.

He publicly announced, in his capacity as the Royal Commander's personal guard, that Jeanne had once again received divine revelation and needed to seclude herself for study during the next period of time.

No one questioned this.

In their eyes, Jeanne could truly communicate with the Lord.

She was a saint bestowed upon France by heaven, a miracle that would save everything.

[You took care of Jeanne alone, just like she had taken care of you when you were unconscious.]

[This was something that needed absolute secrecy—you wouldn't allow anyone to see her in her current state.]

But it had to be said—

Jeanne became even more fond of acting spoiled after she fell ill.

Or should it be said... she became confused?

"Brother~ let me see your ○○!"

"No, wait until you get better."

"Just let me see!"

"Not even for a second."

"Brother is stingy!"

"Is this a matter of being stingy? Now drink your medicine obediently!"

"Ugh... I hate it!"

Having finally managed to get his younger sister to drink her medicine, Pierre heard a sound from outside the door again.

"Commander-sama... there is a letter for you here."

[You took the letter for Jeanne.]

[You read the letter in front of her—after all, she couldn't read, and in the end, you would be the one to read it anyway.]

[But this time, the content of the letter was beyond your expectations.]

This was—

A letter from Domremy Village, where the two of them were born!