My Sister is Jeanne

T/N: Ahhh I am so damn angry who is that wussy who reported my cover.

Don't you guys know how damningly hard it was for me to get it accepted.

Now I don't even want to continue it.

Ahh Sigh don't worry i will try to continue maybe.

Just never thought anyone would report it.

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[In addition, according to the current situation, after this simulation ends, we will provide the necessary abilities for the actual situation as much as possible.]

[Real-world memories have been stored.]

[Please strive to guide history in a direction you deem reasonable!]

[Initial talent extraction in progress.]

[Endless Fury: A certain fire-wielding ability is hidden within your body, capable of incinerating targets in an instant, but you do not know how to utilize it.]

[You were born in the village of Domremy in Lorraine, France, during the Hundred Years' War.]

[This era seems to have been subtly influenced by something, and you have not noticed.]

[Your father is the local village official. Although disheartened, he has not remarried.]

[You have a younger sister named Jeanne—although she was born only fifteen minutes after you.]

[When you were eight years old, an incident occurred.]

[Duke Philip III of Burgundy chose to ally with England, and vast swathes of northern France fell.]

[Your village of Domremy was surrounded by Burgundian territory and became an easy target for bullying at any time.]

[Your situation is very dangerous, and you could be robbed at any moment.]

Inside a certain residence in the village.

A young boy stood with his hands on his hips, speaking in a commanding tone to the little girl with golden hair and blue eyes in front of him:

"Jeanne, you absolutely have to study today!" he declared, his voice firm.

"If you keep going like this... you'll become a village girl who can't even read a single word!" he scolded, his brow furrowed in concern.

"But..." Jeanne, who had been reprimanded, lowered her head, put her hands behind her back, and gently drew circles on the ground with her toes.

"Brother Pierre, I can't concentrate on reading right now," she confessed, her voice soft.

"Those books are so boring... I feel sleepy after just glancing at them for a bit!" she complained, her gaze downcast.

"That's because you have nothing but playing outside on your mind, isn't it!" Ian immediately saw through Jeanne's little scheme.

"If I'm not mistaken, you still have a slingshot in your hand right now, don't you?" he asked, a knowing look in his eyes.

"You found out!" Jeanne looked up, a surprised expression on her face.

"How did you know?" she asked, her eyes wide with astonishment.

"Because I'm your older brother," Ian said, glaring at Jeanne in exasperation. "Is there anything you think that I wouldn't know?" he asked, his voice slightly annoyed.

"Hurry up and study, or Father will scold you later when he finds out," he urged, his gaze firm.

"I don't want to read!" Jeanne turned her face away and pouted.

"Brother always used to take me out to catch fish at this time, didn't he?" she complained, her voice filled with longing.

"But now you want me to stay here and read... I protest!" she declared, her cheeks puffed out.

Hearing Jeanne's straightforward words, Ian's expression became somewhat heavy.

Although he was only fifteen minutes older and just a head taller than Jeanne, he reached out and gently stroked his younger sister's soft golden hair.

"We can't, Jeanne," he said softly, his voice filled with concern.

"There are Burgundians everywhere near the village right now, and if we go out carelessly, we might run into them... that would cause a lot of trouble for Father," he explained, his gaze gentle.

"But I really want to go catch fish with Brother!" Jeanne insisted, her blue eyes pleading.

"..."

[As the eldest son in the family, you dote on your younger sister.]

[You always try to find ways to fulfill her requests.]

[You are somewhat wavering.]

[Jeanne sensed this.]

[She decided to press her advantage.]

"Brother Pierre~" Jeanne grabbed Ian's hands and began to whine affectionately.

"Just take me out this once, please!" she begged, her eyes wide with pleading.

"I promise I'll study properly when we get back!" she added, her voice filled with hope.

"..."

[Although you know that Jeanne will definitely not study obediently when she returns.]

[But she has indeed been cooped up in this house for too long.]

[You feel a little sorry for her.]

[You finally agreed to her request.]

[You two sneaked out of the house.]

[You arrived at a river outside the village.]

[This was a place you often came to play before the incident.]

*Plop.*

Ian dove headfirst into the river.

Under Jeanne's expectant gaze, he caught enough fish for the two of them and returned to the shore.

*Whoosh*, a bonfire was lit by the riverbank.

Jeanne hummed a country tune, happily roasting the fish.

Before long, a fragrant aroma wafted along the riverbank.

"Brother, here~" Jeanne said, handing Ian a perfectly roasted fish that she had prepared.

Looking at the grilled fish, which was presented by his younger sister and looked and smelled delicious, Ian's feelings were somewhat complicated.

"I say, Jeanne... if you put as much effort into studying as you do into this, you'd definitely achieve something, wouldn't you?" he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"If you keep developing like this, I'm really worried you'll become a village girl who can't get married in the future," he added, his gaze teasing.

Hearing this question, Jeanne suddenly asked back:

"Then if I really do become a village girl, will you hate me, Brother?" she inquired, her blue eyes searching his.

"..."

"Why aren't you answering me?" Jeanne moved a little closer to Ian.

"Oh... does that mean you'll hate me?" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of sadness.

"No, nothing like that," Ian said, looking directly at his approaching sister.

"Even if Jeanne really does become a village girl... I definitely won't hate you," he reassured her, his gaze gentle.

"That's good then~" Jeanne pressed the roasted fish into Ian's hand.

"Since Brother won't hate me even if I become a village girl... then it doesn't really matter if I don't study, right?" she reasoned, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Anyway, if things really get tough—"

"Brother can just take care of me!" she declared, a wide smile on her face.

"What kind of thinking is that..."

[Just as you were about to criticize Jeanne's way of thinking, you heard the sound of horses' hooves.]

[You looked in the direction of the sound.]

[You saw a group of people on horseback coming from the distance.]

[Their faces were very unfamiliar to you—they weren't people from the village.]

[You realized they were the Burgundians from nearby.]

[Having realized this, you wanted to take Jeanne and leave immediately.]

[But it was already too late.]

"Stop!" The mounted Burgundians saw the two running away and immediately shouted loudly.

They had been discovered.

Ian had no choice but to stop temporarily.

He turned around, shielded Jeanne behind him, and looked at the Burgundians in front of him with a blank expression.

"You two," one of the Burgundians said, looking at the two children with a rather contemptuous tone.

"Where did you come from?" he demanded, his gaze sharp.

Jeanne had never encountered such a situation before, and she was very scared.

The hand that was clutching Ian's clothes was trembling—at this moment, she finally understood why her brother had always been unwilling to take her out to catch fish.

Burgundians were terrifying!

[You are only fifteen minutes older than Jeanne.]

[Of course, you would also be afraid of the things she is afraid of.]

[However, you know that you absolutely cannot show your inner fear.]

[Because behind you is your younger sister Jeanne, whom you must protect.]

The numbers were overwhelming, so he couldn't provoke them.

Ian was calm in a way that didn't seem like an eight-year-old child at all.

"We are from the village of Domremy," he said, his voice steady.

"My sister wanted to eat fish... so I brought her out to catch some," he explained, his gaze unwavering.

"It seems we've disturbed your enjoyment, we'll leave now," he added, trying to sound as polite as possible.

Naturally, Ian wanted to take Jeanne away again.

*Whoosh*—an arrow flew over.

It passed by Ian and Jeanne, landing on the ground in front of them.

A blue ripple spread out on the ground.

It was a trace of magecraft taking effect.

"You two stop right there," the burly Burgundian leader said, drawing his bow fully.

"If you run again, I'll shoot you," he threatened, his eyes narrowed.

"..."

There was no way.

Ian had no choice but to turn around again, protecting Jeanne and facing the Burgundians.

This attitude of obedience seemed to please these people.

They put away their bows and arrows, then continued to ask contemptuously:

"Boy, you just said that you and your sister came from that whatchamacallit Domremy village, right?"

"Yes," Ian replied, his voice calm.

"Then—" the burly leader revealed a greedy expression.

"Then whereabouts is it, roughly?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with avarice.

"..."

[You realize that the Burgundians in front of you do not know of the existence of the village of Domremy.]

[You also know that you absolutely cannot bring these hungry wolves back—that would be a disaster.]

[You decide to lie.]

[But you forgot that Jeanne was still standing behind you.]

"Over there," Ian pointed in a direction.

It was a road that was completely opposite to the way into the village.

If they really went down that road, they probably wouldn't reach Domremy village in their entire lives.

"Eh?!" Jeanne looked surprised—she knew that wasn't the way back to the village at all.

But she quickly realized that her brother was doing it on purpose, and immediately covered her mouth.

But it was too late.

These Burgundians in front of them were clearly in a hurry to find the village and naturally wouldn't miss any useful information.

Jeanne's reaction was seen by them.

The burly men jumped off their horses and walked towards the two children.

"Where exactly is it?!" they roared at the two children.

"Tell us quickly!"

Jeanne was terrified.

She shrank completely behind Ian, unable to say a single word.

And the boy himself still insisted on what he had said earlier.

"Over there," he repeated, pointing in the same direction.

"Just go along that way."

[The Burgundians no longer believed your words.]

[After all, compared to Jeanne, the overly calm you, who was around her age, was as untrustworthy as Pinocchio.]

[They pushed you away from Jeanne and then questioned the little girl.]

"Where is it?!" the Burgundian leader roared, seemingly no longer intending to hide his true nature.

Even though the person in front of him was just an eight-year-old girl.

Jeanne, who was usually meticulously cared for by her older brother, had never encountered such a situation before.

She was so scared that she fell to the ground, frantically grabbing at everything around her and shaking her head repeatedly.

"I don't know!" she cried, her voice trembling.

"I really don't know!" she insisted, tears welling up in her eyes.

But the Burgundians wouldn't let go of their confirmed target.

"You little brat, you won't talk, huh!" the leader sneered, his eyes cold.

"Looks like a few punches will teach you what honesty is," he threatened, raising his fist.

But just as he was about to punch Jeanne, he suddenly heard a muffled thud behind his head.

He instinctively reached back and touched it, seeing a large patch of bright red.

It was blood—

Just as the burly man realized he had been hit by a rock, he heard a roar.

"Get away from my sister!"

The one who said these words was none other than Ian, who had been pushed away just now.

He had already gotten up from the ground.

Needless to say, this was his attack.

The burly man was furious.

It was just a child, how dare he challenge him?

"You little punk, you have a death wish, don't you!" he roared, his face contorted with rage.

He swung his fist, intending to directly kill this ignorant little brat.

But the next moment, the burly man realized that he would never be able to do such a thing.

Because—

His hand was burned off by flames.

[Talent Endless Fury has been activated: You have erupted with incredibly terrifying flames.]

[You completely incinerated the burly man's raised hand.]

[He screamed in agony.]

[You reversed the situation in an instant.]

[The burly men who had been bullying you and Jeanne earlier began to flee in all directions.]

[Some shot arrows imbued with magecraft at you.]

[But all of this was in vain—your flames seemed to be far more powerful than theirs.]

[Burn, to ashes.]

[Your flames burned all the Burgundians present to not even ashes.]

[You resolved the situation in an extremely simple and brutal manner.]

*Huff*—*Huff*—Ian gasped for breath.

To be honest, he had no idea why he had erupted with such terrifying flames.

He had just been thinking, "I absolutely cannot let anyone hurt Jeanne," and when he came to his senses, this was the scene that had unfolded.

Although in terms of the result, it was indeed a rather perfect way to handle things.

But—

Would this scare Jeanne?

Ian looked at his younger sister with some worry, and found that she was also looking at him.

"..."

"..."

*Waaaaah!* Jeanne burst into tears.

Hearing this sound, Ian's heart ached.

He hugged her, gently patting her back and comforting his younger sister.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice soothing.

"Brother has taken care of everything."

"No one will be able to hurt my Jeanne," he promised, holding her tightly.

Although they were both eight-year-old children, their reactions at this moment were completely different.

[You comforted Jeanne for a long time.]

[She finally calmed down.]

Jeanne took the corner of Ian's clothes and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Her body was still trembling, and she looked terrified.

"Brother... were those the Burgundians?" she asked, her voice still shaky.

"Yeah," Ian nodded. "Now you know why I didn't want you to come out, right?" he said softly, his gaze gentle.

"I'm sorry!" Jeanne apologized very sincerely.

"I should have understood what was going on sooner!" she said, her voice filled with regret.

Ian sighed.

"It's alright, what's done is done, there's no use saying more," he said, his gaze thoughtful.

"..."

Jeanne looked up, cautiously looking at her older brother.

"Then—"

"Can I ask Brother a question?" she inquired, her blue eyes wide with curiosity.

Although he somewhat knew what Jeanne was going to ask, Ian still nodded.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Why did Brother breathe fire?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder and a hint of fear.

"..."

Ian was silent for a long while before finally answering.

"Do you think it's scary?" he asked softly, his gaze searching hers.

"If it is... I'll try to stay away from you in the future, so you won't be scared," he offered, his voice filled with concern.

"I don't want that!" Jeanne grabbed Ian's hand.

"I know Brother breathed out that fire to protect me," she said, her voice firm.

"I... don't think it's scary at all!" she declared, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Is that so?" Ian touched Jeanne's head. "That's really great then," he said, a gentle smile on his lips.

"I thought Jeanne would be scared of me," he admitted, his gaze soft.

"However—"

"If you're asking how I did it... I actually don't know either," he confessed, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Oh, is that so!" Jeanne smiled brightly, completely trusting Ian's words.

"Then let's ask Father when we go back later! He'll definitely know what's going on!" she suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"...Aren't you afraid Father will scold us?" Ian asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"It's okay! Brother will take all the responsibility anyway, right?" Jeanne said confidently, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"...You little rascal," Ian said, looking at his younger sister, feeling a bit helpless for a moment.