Jeanne is Becoming a Bro-con/ Dragon Pendant / Family Change

Well I came back without problem but just so you know if this time anyone reports the cover i will stop updating on webnovel...

Sneak peak to the next cover:>

Also as you know Ian's name is Pierre so don't get confused.

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[You and Jeanne returned to the residence.]

[Father was very angry about you sneaking out.]

[He didn't give you any chance to explain.]

[He picked up the whip, preparing to teach you, as the older brother who indulged his sister, a lesson.]

Snap—!

Snap—!

Snap—!

The whip struck Pierre's body again and again, making a crisp and loud sound.

The boy, knowing he was in the wrong, didn't say a word, just gritted his teeth and silently endured the whipping from his father.

Even though just a moment ago, he had used raging flames to burn a group of Burgundians to a crisp.

However—

Although Pierre could endure it, Jeanne couldn't stand it.

She knew that she was the real "culprit."

She had thought that her father would only give them a simple lecture, but she hadn't expected him to resort to physical punishment.

Jeanne knelt down in front of her father and pleaded.

"Please don't hit him anymore!" she cried, her voice filled with distress.

"If this keeps going, Brother will be beaten to death!" she exclaimed, tears welling up in her blue eyes.

"..."

[As the most beloved daughter, Jeanne's words were very effective for Father.]

[The middle-aged man who was just furiously whipping you gradually calmed down because of his daughter's words.]

[He sat down on a chair, panting heavily.]

[And Jeanne took this opportunity to lead you out of the room.]

[Extremely saddened, she began to tend to your wounds.]

She took out some herbs.

Applied them.

Then spread them evenly.

Jeanne carefully treated the places on Pierre's body that had been whipped raw.

Even though she was being very careful with her strength.

The boy still gritted his teeth in pain.

"I'm sorry..." Jeanne apologized, filled with guilt. "I shouldn't have said I wanted to go out," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"..."

Pierre forced a wry smile.

"So—"

"Do you still want to go out and play in the future?" he asked softly, his gaze gentle.

"No! Never again!" Jeanne shook her head repeatedly.

"If Brother has to get beaten up every time we go out, it's just not worth it!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with worry.

"I see..." Pierre gently stroked his younger sister's head. "That's really good then," he said softly, a hint of relief in his voice.

"Looks like this beating wasn't for nothing," he remarked, a wry smile on his face.

"If you get beaten up more often in the future, Jeanne won't become a village girl, right?" he teased gently.

"Don't say such things!" Jeanne's grip on his arm tightened involuntarily.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Pierre exclaimed, wincing in pain.

"Serves you right for talking nonsense!" Jeanne retorted, though her voice was still filled with concern.

Jeanne's words were harsh, but the strength in her hand quickly lessened.

"By the way, Brother," she said, her tone softer now.

"About the fire breathing..." she began hesitantly.

"Let's talk about it later, Father is so angry right now, I don't think he'll listen to anything we say," Pierre suggested, his gaze thoughtful.

"...You're right," Jeanne said, and as she spoke these words, a small hint of affection appeared in her eyes as she looked at Pierre.

[Jeanne wasn't just saying it casually.]

[She indeed didn't pester you to take her out fishing anymore, unlike before.]

[However, she also wasn't cut out for studying, and would often fall asleep at the table while reading.]

[But she seemed to know that this would make you angry.]

[So, as a substitute for not studying, she began to follow the popular religious sect in the village, which the adults believed in.]

The popularity of the religious sect was not a coincidence.

With large swathes of the northern territory being effectively controlled by England, people in dire straits naturally relied on something illusory.

They believed in things that didn't actually exist, giving themselves a hope to live on.

It was a lie that everyone knew, but no one would actively expose it.

The country's lingering existence had spread to everyone.

"Lord, if you hear the wishes of this body, please respond," the little girl Jeanne knelt on the ground, her hands clasped together, and said these words quite seriously, as if in prayer.

She opened her eyes, looked expectantly at Pierre beside her, and asked.

"How was it? How was it?!" she inquired, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Did I look like those people who work at the church right away?" she asked, tilting her head.

Pierre looked at his younger sister's appearance, thought for a moment, and then asked back:

"Jeanne, do you want to hear good things or bad things?" he inquired, a playful glint in his eyes.

"I want to hear both!" Jeanne blurted out her answer without hesitation.

"But if it's okay, please let Brother say the good things first!" she requested, her gaze hopeful.

"Good things, huh..." Pierre looked at his younger sister.

"Well, at first glance, you really do look the part, you almost fooled me," he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Oh~" Jeanne pouted slightly, clearly quite pleased with Pierre's "compliment."

"Then what are the bad things?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"The bad thing is—" Pierre ruffled Jeanne's hair.

"You actually don't know what you're saying at all, and you're just imitating other people's speeches, aren't you?" he pointed out gently, a knowing look in his eyes.

"Eh?!" Jeanne turned her face away in embarrassment.

"You noticed that too?" she mumbled, her cheeks flushing.

"It's not a big deal that I noticed," Pierre said softly. "But if other people find out that you're just memorizing and then reciting... that would be a big problem," he warned, his voice gentle.

"It won't happen~" Jeanne looked up at Pierre, her eyes filled with confidence.

"I will definitely figure out the meaning of these words!" she declared, her gaze determined.

"Because—"

"They say that if we do this, a very powerful person will come to help us!" she explained, her voice filled with hope.

"..."

Pierre's expression was somewhat complicated.

He actually wanted to tell his younger sister that this was just a fantasy filled with people's hopes.

But upon second thought, it didn't seem necessary.

After all, living with hope was also a good choice.

"Well, then you should work hard," he encouraged, giving her a gentle smile.

"Okay~" Jeanne replied cheerfully.

Pierre didn't know that Jeanne had another reason for doing this.

That was that she had heard that the "Lord" could make many things come true.

Even—

Perhaps even some things that weren't suitable for siblings.

[With your encouragement, Jeanne put a little more effort into this.]

[She arrived at the church early every day, listening to the words spoken by those who prayed there, and tried to understand the original meaning of these words.]

[Because she was still young, most people didn't take her seriously.]

[But this didn't affect her determination—because you had instructed her to work hard in this regard.]

[She would share with you every day what she had learned that day.]

[And you would very patiently give her replies and praise.]

[You gradually found yourself looking forward to her daily reports—it seemed to have become a source of joy in the midst of hardship.]

[So although your village was still in deep trouble, your life with Jeanne did not become meaningless because of it.]

[A month passed, and life in the village was relatively peaceful—the deaths of that group of Burgundians seemed to have caused no repercussions.]

[A few days later, your father asked to speak with you.]

"Cough... cough," Father, sitting on a chair, coughed repeatedly—he wasn't young anymore, and his body naturally had various ailments.

"Pierre."

"Do you know why I asked you to come here today?" he asked, his voice weak.

"...I don't know," Pierre answered truthfully.

"But I think... perhaps it's related to Jeanne?" he inquired, his gaze meeting his father's.

"Yes, cough... cough," Father took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

"You should know that she's been constantly going to the church lately, right?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Yes, I know," Pierre replied, his gaze steady.

"Then—" Father's gaze fell on the boy in front of him, looking somewhat heavy.

"What do you think about this?" he asked, his voice serious.

"I think it's very good," Pierre said, looking directly at his father. "It's much better than staying at home doing nothing all the time," he added, his voice firm.

"I'm very happy to see her doing this," he concluded, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Is that so..." Father's brow slowly unfurled, as if he had received the answer he wanted.

"That's great then," he said, a hint of relief in his voice.

"Then it seems you will also support Jeanne in doing this in the future," he added, his gaze softening.

"Oh, right." Father rummaged through a cabinet beside him and took out an exquisite box.

He opened the box and took out a pendant from inside.

It was a very elaborate pendant, carved into the shape of a dragon's head.

"Pierre, this is for you," Father said, holding out the pendant.

"This..." Pierre looked at the pendant, feeling somewhat at a loss for words.

Intuition told him—this thing was valuable.

"Father, why give me something like this? Wouldn't it be safer with you?" Pierre asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"No," the middle-aged man shook his head.

"This was originally yours, I'm just returning it to you now," he explained, his voice gentle.

"Mine?" Pierre asked, tilting his head.

"Yes," Father nodded. "It was left to you by your mother," he explained, his gaze softening.

"So Pierre, please accept it," he urged, holding out the pendant further.

"And—"

"I'm sorry about what happened before, I shouldn't have whipped you," he apologized, his voice filled with regret.

"Cough... cough, you can resent me all you want, but please don't take that resentment out on Jeanne, and be sure to take good care of her," he pleaded, his voice weak.

Getting a man to admit his mistakes was no easy feat.

Especially apologizing to his own son.

"..."

Pierre took the pendant, put it around his neck, and then said very seriously.

"I have never resented Father—I know you were just as worried about Jeanne as I was," he reassured him, his voice firm.

"Your illness will definitely get better," he added, his gaze filled with hope.

"As for Jeanne—"

"Even if you don't say it, I will definitely take care of her as her older brother," he promised, his voice resolute.

[Talent Dragon Pendant acquired: You received a dragon head pendant from your father, and it seems to contain some kind of power.]

[You didn't tell your father about what happened by the river that day.]

[Because you felt that such a thing would likely worsen his illness.]

[But your filial piety did not work.]

[Not long after giving you the pendant, his condition rapidly deteriorated.]

[In less than a year, he passed away.]

It was raining on the day of Father's burial.

Jeanne watched the black coffin pass before her, then witnessed it being lowered into the pre-dug pit.

Her eyes were hollow, and she looked like a soulless doll.

Clumps of yellow earth were filled into the pit, completely separating the inside from the outside.

"Brother..." Jeanne looked at the leveled ground, her whole being listless.

"Will we not be able to see Father anymore in the future?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"..."

Pierre didn't answer Jeanne, but simply bent down and silently hugged her.

In that instant.

Tears and rainwater mingled together, silently announcing the departure of a loved one.

Pierre vowed in his heart.

He would definitely protect his younger sister Jeanne well.

[Father's departure had a significant impact on your lives.]

[The most obvious was the visible decline in treatment.]

[After all, you were previously the children of the village official, but you no longer had that status.]

[The villagers no longer flattered you.]

[Those who had been on bad terms with your father began to secretly plot against you.]

[You often encountered various kinds of difficulties.]

[You realized that things absolutely couldn't continue like this—something would happen to Jeanne sooner or later.]

[You decided to disguise yourself as a fierce and menacing person.]

Pierre had changed.

This was something the entire village of Domremy was discussing.

A child who wasn't even ten years old would actually carry a chipped cleaver tied to his waist at all times.

In addition to this, he had several scars on his arms, and he looked like a hoodlum.

No one could connect him and Jeanne, who prayed devoutly in the church all day long, as siblings.

However—

This was just the outside perception.

Jeanne, holding her older brother's hand as they walked home, knew the truth very well.

He had made the cleaver chipped himself, with the aim of making it look like it had been used many times.

The scars on his arms were also self-inflicted, and he had been wincing in pain at the time.

All of this was seen by Jeanne.

She knew that everything her older brother did was to protect her.

"Brother."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for doing all these things to protect me, I love you the most!" Jeanne said, her voice filled with affection.

"..."

"What are you saying... this is all I should do," Pierre replied, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

[Showing a sharp sword is often the most effective way to deter.]

[After you packaged yourself as a fierce and menacing person, there were indeed far fewer people who came to cause trouble.]

[After all, everyone knew that young people were the most reckless when they did things—no one wanted to provoke such trouble.]

[But your lives did not return to their original level because of this.]

[You and Jeanne moved out of your original residence.]

[You and she moved into an inconspicuous small wooden house in the village.]

[However, neither you nor Jeanne had any complaints about this.]

[After all, being able to survive in the current situation was already very difficult.]

[You lived in this environment, maintained by your fierceness, for several years.]

[Jeanne grew into a little beauty, while you continued to play the role of a ruffian.]

[And the external situation continued to worsen.]

[The land in northern France further fell.]

[The village of Domremy, where you and Jeanne were located, was completely occupied by the Burgundians and became enemy territory.]

[Your lives became even more difficult.]

[But you couldn't change anything—after all, you were just a pair of ordinary siblings.]

[Until—]

[The arrival of that day.]

*Rumble!*

A beam of light pierced through the dark clouds.

It was thundering.

The pitter-patter of rain fell on the roads of Domremy village.

A chill swept through, causing Pierre to hug his blanket tighter.

"The ground... is really cold," he murmured, shivering slightly.

The small wooden house only had one bed.

As the older brother, he naturally had to give the bed to his younger sister Jeanne.

It's not cold!

I'm not cold at all!

Just as Pierre was trying to hypnotize himself—he heard his younger sister's voice.

"Brother, are you still awake?!" she called out softly.

"What's wrong, Jeanne?" Pierre turned over to look at the bed where Jeanne was.

"There's something over there," she said, her voice filled with wonder.

"Something?" Pierre asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah," the golden-haired girl sat up in her bed, looking out the window.

He saw a bright light reflected in her blue eyes.

"It looks like... an angel?" she whispered, her gaze fixed on the window.