The Boy Transforms into a Dragon / Jeanne's Thank You Kiss / The Angel in Her Eyes

[You lost all reason.]

[You had absolutely no intention of trying to understand what the man named Lev in front of you was talking about.]

[At this moment, there was only one thought in your mind.]

[That was to burn the person who hurt Jeanne to ashes with flames.]

[Talent Endless Fury has been activated; you have once again erupted with ferocious flames.]

The flames swirled like a helix, gushing forward and evaporating everything they touched.

Even though it was a cold, rainy night, the ground felt as if it were scorched by the sun.

"So violent... is this the nature of all dragons?" Lev said with a hint of mockery—he seemed completely unafraid of the flames attacking him.

"Too bad—"

"Flames of this level are still too weak!" With a slight wave of his hand, the man in the top hat directly cut the attacking flames in half.

Throughout the entire process, he seemed completely at ease, as if he were facing nothing more than a few sparks.

"This can't be called a dragon," Lev said, looking at the boy in front of him with a chilling smile.

"Let me see an even more ferocious version of you—!" he exclaimed, and with these words, the man once again raised his foot and stomped hard on Jeanne's leg.

The golden-haired girl immediately cried out in pain.

The sound of her scream stimulated Pierre's nerves, causing the blood all over his body to boil violently.

*Thump*—

*Thump*—

The boy felt his heart beating fiercely.

Power.

He wanted power.

He wanted the power to burn this guy in front of him to dust!

Bearing this thought in mind, the dragon-shaped pendant around the boy's neck began to emit a black light, which then enveloped his entire body.

It seemed to be responding to Pierre's angry plea in this way.

[Talent Dragon Pendant has been activated: The light emanating from the pendant enveloped you, but you were unaware of it.]

[Only one emotion remained in your consciousness: anger.]

[Every cell in your body was telling you—you had to kill the man in front of you to protect your younger sister Jeanne.]

[This anger seemed to grant you great power.]

[But you didn't realize that along with it came a drastic change in your body.]

In the rainy night.

A massive dragon stood imposingly amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder.

Its entire body was pitch black, with strong limbs and a sturdy tail pressing down on the ground beneath it.

The wide, expansive wings flapped violently, creating a fierce wind that seemed to blow away everything it touched.

Lev held down his hat, a look of great pleasure on his face.

"That's right," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

"This is your true form."

"Now—"

"Let me see how strong you are in your true form," he challenged, his eyes gleaming.

With that, Lev stomped hard on the golden-haired girl's leg once more.

The painful scream echoed through the rainy night air, making everything feel suffocating and cold.

"Roar—!!" The dragon let out a roar, then swooped down, wanting to seize the person who was bullying Jeanne.

But Lev was not afraid of such an attack at all.

With a light leap, he landed in mid-air.

"What an unexpected harvest," he mused, a strange smile on his face.

"Even in this era, there's still such a dragon."

"Should I consider you a miracle, or a freak?" he pondered aloud, his gaze sharp.

Although the first attack didn't catch the man, the dragon didn't give up. It flapped its wings and flew towards the sky.

Blazing flames of anger spewed from the dragon's mouth, filled with sharp teeth, again and again.

The goal of every flame was to kill the man.

However—

Although the dragon's offensive looked very fierce, it actually didn't hit the opponent even once.

And conversely, every magic ripple that the man emitted accurately struck the dragon's body.

It was a complete one-sided crushing.

"Tsk," Lev clicked his tongue in disdain.

"Looks like you've never actually fought in this form before," he observed, his eyes narrowed.

"With this kind of skill, you're not qualified to protect your younger sister," he sneered, his gaze cold.

"..."

[What Lev didn't know was that his words had once again touched your raw nerve.]

[You, who had transformed into a dragon, felt the blood all over your body boil once more.]

[You began to seek the power that could further strengthen your flames.]

[You found that power—it was the Holy Grail still glowing on the ground.]

[Talent Endless Fury has been strengthened to Endless Fury+: You draw power from the Holy Grail to strengthen your flames.]

[You erupted with flames far more terrifying than before.]

Lev didn't realize this.

After all, from the battle just now, he already knew that this was a dragon that had never shown its true form before.

But the moment he came into contact with the flames, the man who had been so contemptuous just now immediately realized that something was wrong.

"You bastard!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock.

But it was already too late for him to dodge.

Flames mixed with the power of the Holy Grail completely engulfed him.

However, the man seemed even more pleased.

In the flames, he let out a burst of wild laughter.

"Hahahaha... Interesting!!!" he roared, his voice filled with manic glee.

"A dragon that absorbs the magic power of the Holy Grail... then let me see what kind of things you will do after being twisted in this era!"

The next second.

Lev's figure disappeared into the flames, as if he had been completely burned away.

The dragon raised its head and let out a long roar, then flew directly towards where Jeanne had fallen.

The commotion was so great that even the unconscious Jeanne slightly opened her eyes.

In the dark, rainy night filled with lightning and thunder, the girl, her consciousness hazy, saw a winged figure approaching her.

She didn't know it was a dragon.

"Angel... you've come," the girl murmured, a faint smile on her lips.

"As expected, the Lord was listening to my prayers..." she whispered, her voice weak.

Jeanne, exhausted, quickly fainted again.

The dragon flew to the girl's side, shielded her with its wings, and then gradually transformed back to its original form.

It was Pierre, completely exhausted.

He remained in the posture of holding his younger sister, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The heavy rain continued to fall.

The cold wind blew across the bodies of the boy and girl, but it couldn't cool the warmth in their hearts.

[You did not die that night.]

[After the rain stopped, you were discovered by the villagers who got up early.]

[Although they usually didn't treat you well, they wouldn't just stand by and watch you die.]

[You received the most basic medical treatment.]

[And this incident was also defined by the villagers as "the shameless act of the Burgundians"—after all, they did often carry out unexpected raids.]

[Dragon Pendant has been replaced with Dragon's Protection: The pendant that once shone has begun to provide you with protection.]

[Compared to your younger sister Jeanne, your recovery speed was ridiculously fast.]

[On the same day you were rescued, you had almost fully recovered.]

[The duty of taking care of Jeanne naturally returned to your hands.]

"Ah~~ mmm—" Jeanne, leaning against the headboard, took a bite of the toast and then smiled at Pierre.

"Brother's cooking is so delicious!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes sparkling.

"...You're just trying to butter me up," Pierre said, gently flicking Jeanne's forehead.

"Are you full?" he asked, his gaze gentle.

"If you're not full, I'll go get you some more," he offered, his voice filled with concern.

"I'm full!" Jeanne nodded obediently.

"I've already eaten so many," she said, patting her stomach.

Speaking of this, Jeanne suddenly realized something.

She glanced at Pierre, then at the bread in her hand.

Then, Jeanne spoke.

"Brother, you eat one too~" she offered, holding out the toast.

"..."

Pierre looked at the bread in Jeanne's hand and swallowed hard.

"I'm not hungry," he said, trying to sound casual.

"You big liar!" Jeanne pouted. "You clearly haven't eaten anything yet, have you!" she accused, her blue eyes narrowed.

"But I'm really not hungry," Pierre insisted, avoiding her gaze.

"No! You have to!" Jeanne emphasized again. "If Brother doesn't eat, I won't talk to Brother anymore!" she declared, her voice firm.

Having said this much, Pierre had no choice but to comply.

He had to admit, he was indeed hungry, so he quickly finished the bread.

"How was it!" Jeanne blinked her eyes, looking at him expectantly.

"...Don't make it sound like you were the one who baked this bread," Pierre said, feeling a bit speechless.

"But the taste was indeed better than I expected," he admitted, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Hehe, that's why I said Brother's food is delicious~" Jeanne said, putting her hands on her hips proudly.

"I wasn't just flattering you," she added, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Okay, okay, I know," Pierre said, not intending to argue with his younger sister any further.

After all, he knew she was just worried about him.

"Speaking of which—" Jeanne looked at Pierre, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Brother, how did you defeat that bastard named Lev?" she asked, tilting her head.

"That..."

[To be honest, you didn't remember how you dealt with the man who called himself Lev.]

[You only remembered that you were extremely angry at that time.]

[And apart from that, all the memories had disappeared as if you had never experienced them at all.]

[But you knew that the truth was definitely not like that—after all, before losing those memories, you clearly felt that your body had undergone some kind of change at that time.]

[You didn't intend to hide these things from Jeanne.]

[You truthfully confessed this experience to her.]

"That..." Jeanne immediately became nervous.

She grabbed her older brother's hand, looking very worried.

"Then are you okay now?!" she asked, her blue eyes filled with concern.

Hearing the concern from his younger sister, Pierre smiled slightly.

"If something had happened to me, I wouldn't be able to make you toast right now, would I?" he reassured her, his voice gentle.

"Don't worry, your brother here—is full of energy now," he said, flexing his arm playfully.

[Your condition was of course not as relaxed as you made it sound.]

[After all, even now, you could still feel several places on your body aching faintly.]

[But you understood that there was no need to tell Jeanne such things—it would only make her worry more.]

[Jeanne didn't doubt you—after all, you were a very reliable older brother in her eyes.]

The golden-haired girl muttered softly.

"Could it be that Brother burned him to death with fire?" she wondered aloud, her brow furrowed.

"Speaking of which, who exactly was that guy... staying up so late at night, and with such a bad temper too," she grumbled, her cheeks puffed out.

Hearing this, Pierre sighed.

"Jeanne, you're not exactly in a position to talk about other people, are you?" he said, a wry smile on his face.

"But that guy did seem quite unfriendly," he admitted, his gaze thoughtful.

"In the future... we still need to be more careful," he warned, his voice gentle.

"Mmm-hmm," Jeanne nodded, then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right—!"

"Then where did the 'Holy Grail' go?" she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

"..."

[Although the reasons were different.]

[But you and Jeanne, just like each other, were very concerned about that golden cup that suddenly appeared.]

[It was just that everything you had encountered that day seemed to have turned into a dream in an instant.]

[You had gone back to that hillside to look for the 'Holy Grail'—but even after digging three feet deep, you still found nothing.]

[It was as if it had disappeared from this world.]

[You couldn't help but wonder if it had ever really appeared before you.]

[You confessed all of this to Jeanne.]

"Eh?" Jeanne looked disappointed.

"You couldn't find it?" she asked, her voice filled with regret.

"That's a shame," she added, her blue eyes downcast.

"..."

Looking at his younger sister's disappointed appearance, Pierre felt a pang of sympathy.

"If you're so concerned about it, should I go back and look again?" he offered, his gaze gentle.

"No!" Jeanne shook her head. "No need!" she insisted, her voice firm.

"Since we can't find it... it means we've already missed the chance to meet it."

"Let's wait for the future! I think we'll definitely have another chance to encounter it," she said, her eyes filled with hope.

"...I guess so," Pierre said, ruffling Jeanne's hair.

"After all, if that so-called Lord really wants to respond, it probably won't be just a one-time opportunity, right?" he reasoned, a gentle smile on his lips.

Jeanne, her head being ruffled, nodded gently, looking very content.

But suddenly, she looked up at Pierre, her face blushing.

It was as if she had realized some kind of confession opportunity.

"Brother, lean in a little closer," she whispered, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"..."

Although it felt a bit strange, Pierre still leaned closer to his younger sister as she had said.

*Mua~*

As a moist and soft feeling came from his cheek, Pierre realized that his younger sister had kissed him.

"Jeanne, you..."

"This is returning the favor!" Jeanne smiled slightly.

"If Brother hadn't accompanied me that night... I might have died there!" she explained, her blue eyes sparkling.

"In other words, it's equivalent to Brother saving my life!" she declared, her gaze earnest.

"This... isn't it worth repaying with a kiss?" she asked, tilting her head.

"..."

Pierre was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Jeanne, I'm your older brother, it's normal for me to protect you, you don't need to treat it like some kind of life-saving grace," he said gently, his gaze soft.

"You... didn't need to kiss me like that just now," he added, a hint of awkwardness in his voice.

"..."

Jeanne's voice became softer.

"Does Brother really dislike girls?" she asked, her blue eyes searching his.

"Of course not," Pierre replied, shaking his head.

"Then why do you always seem to want to keep your distance from me?" Jeanne asked directly, her gaze unwavering.

"Because we're siblings..." Pierre said earnestly. "Being too intimate is very strange," he explained, his voice serious.

"Is it too late to break off our relationship now..." Jeanne muttered softly, looking down.

"What did you say?" Pierre asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Nothing!" Jeanne waved her hand dismissively.

"Then does Brother want to keep his distance from me and not accompany me out anymore in the future?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

"Accompanying you out is not a problem," Pierre said, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Wait," he suddenly realized something.

"Jeanne, are you planning to go out today?" he asked, his gaze sharp.

Jeanne's leg had suffered a considerable injury from Lev, and she had been staying in the small wooden house under Pierre's care ever since they were rescued.

"That's right!" Jeanne nodded very seriously.

"Because—"

"I'm going to tell everyone about the angel I saw!" she declared, her blue eyes shining with determination.