Dating My Brother / A Fabricated Miracle / "The Angel's Wrath"

[You had to make everyone acknowledge that Jeanne had seen an "angel."]

[You began to seriously think about how you should achieve this.]

[You realized that you could no longer ignore the village's beliefs as you had done before.]

[You had to understand them.]

[Holding onto this belief, you began to frequent the church, a place you would almost never go to normally.]

There were two types of people in the church.

One type was those who had already avoided Pierre and his younger sister Jeanne.

And the other type was those who were trying to find ways to avoid them.

Inside the spacious church, all the believers who came here were staring at the infamous siblings.

Their gazes seemed to be saying the same thing: "How dare they still show their faces here?"

Faced with this situation, Jeanne, feeling an invisible pressure, lowered her head.

But Pierre patted her shoulder at this moment and said:

"Jeanne."

"Lift your head and straighten your chest."

"You haven't done anything wrong, so there's absolutely no need to feel ashamed."

"..."

Although she still had various hesitations in her heart.

But—

Since her older brother had said so, Jeanne lifted her head and began to pray to the Lord as usual.

And Pierre also turned around at this moment, sweeping his gaze, feigning a fierce look, over the people present, and then said:

"You all came to the church, aren't you planning to pray?"

Immediately, the church gradually returned to its original state.

Only the devout prayers echoed in the air.

[Showing ferocity sometimes works better than always giving in.]

[Under your intimidation, indeed no one dared to point fingers at Jeanne anymore.]

[As time passed, everyone gradually got used to your presence.]

[However, they would still consciously avoid you, afraid of getting involved in any trouble.]

[And you had also roughly figured out how to get these believers to acknowledge that your younger sister had really seen an "angel."]

[You needed to let them witness the so-called "miracle" with their own eyes.]

[Only then would they truly believe that Jeanne had met with the "angel."]

[This was not something that could be done simply by saying so.]

[You often found yourself lost in anxious thoughts because of this.]

By the window of the small wooden house.

"Brother~" Jeanne's voice rang in Pierre's ear.

The boy turned around and saw his younger sister looking worried.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

"What's wrong, Jeanne?" he asked gently.

"Nothing," Jeanne took Pierre's hand, her tone cautious.

"I was just a little worried seeing Brother like this," she confessed, her blue eyes filled with concern.

"Lately... you often space out like this for no reason," she added, her brow furrowed.

[You realized that Jeanne had been paying attention to your behavior.]

[You knew you absolutely couldn't tell her what you were thinking right now.]

[Otherwise, the kind-hearted her would definitely feel like she was holding you back.]

"Oh, I was just thinking about what happened before," Pierre said, raising his eyebrows towards the newly repaired part of the window.

"I'm afraid some bastard might come looking for trouble with you again later," he added, his gaze worried.

"Eh?" Hearing Pierre's words, Jeanne was taken aback, then forced a wry smile.

"Probably not... they already smashed it once last time," she said, her voice a little shaky.

"They wouldn't be that excessive, would they?" she wondered aloud, her blue eyes looking thoughtful.

Even in difficult times, Jeanne didn't see the people she encountered as completely bad.

This kind of personality was obviously not quite right, even bordering on being too naive.

But at this moment, Pierre couldn't bring himself to say any words of condemnation other than feeling sorry for her.

Because he knew this was her nature.

"I hope so," Pierre ruffled Jeanne's hair gently.

"Is there anything else?" he asked, his gaze kind.

"Yes!" Jeanne's face flushed slightly, and she spoke in a shy but very expectant tone.

"Today... I want to go on a date with Brother!" she declared, her blue eyes sparkling.

"..."

Pierre looked at Jeanne, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

However, he still nodded.

"Okay," he agreed, a gentle smile on his lips.

"But we'll go out a little later," he added, his gaze soft.

[In the middle of the night, you and Jeanne left the small wooden house.]

[You walked on the roads of Domremy village.]

[At this moment, the villagers were already asleep.]

[This was your and Jeanne's exclusive time.]

It was nominally called a date.

But in reality, all Jeanne did was hold her older brother's hand.

"Brother~" she said softly, her voice filled with affection.

"I'm so happy," she added, her blue eyes looking at him.

"..."

The more Jeanne said she was happy like this, the sadder Pierre felt.

They, as siblings, shouldn't have to live so cautiously.

"Is that so?" Pierre held his younger sister's hand even tighter.

"Then it seems this date is quite worth it," he said, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Brother really thinks so?!" Jeanne's face flushed slightly, looking like a ripe apple.

However, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and her tone became a little cautious.

"Brother, can I ask you a favor?" she inquired, her blue eyes looking at him.

"What is it?" Pierre asked, his gaze gentle.

"It's just that..." Jeanne looked up at her older brother, her beautiful blue eyes filled with the expectation of a plea.

"Brother doesn't always have to be so fierce towards the people at the church," she said softly, her brow furrowed.

"This...?" Pierre looked at Jeanne with a puzzled expression.

"Why can't I be fierce towards them?" he asked, his voice confused.

"It's one thing for them to have a bad attitude towards me, but they also have a bad attitude towards you, and I can't stand it," he admitted, his gaze worried.

"You were clearly just trying to share the hope of seeing the 'angel' with them, weren't you?" he asked gently.

"That's the logic," Jeanne agreed, nodding slightly.

"But—" Jeanne's tone was very sincere.

"I've thought about it carefully, and the only person who actually saw the 'angel' is me," she said, her voice soft.

"It's very normal for them not to believe it," she added, her blue eyes looking at him.

"Getting angry all the time won't solve anything at all," she pointed out, her gaze earnest.

"So I was thinking—"

"If I pray even harder and have my voice reach the Lord once more," she continued, her voice filled with hope.

"Then the meeting with the 'angel' might happen much sooner!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes sparkling.

"When that time comes, and everyone sees it together... then no one will doubt me anymore, right?" she asked, looking at Pierre expectantly.

"..."

[Jeanne's words awakened you.]

[Instead of constantly waiting for the "miracle" that might descend at an unknown time.]

[It was better to create these things yourself proactively.]

[Letting others "witness" the talked-about event in some way would also solidify Jeanne's claims.]

"Brother, why aren't you talking again?" Jeanne asked, looking down.

"Did my idea make you think it's ridiculous?" she inquired, her voice a little hesitant.

"It's nothing," Pierre came back to his senses. "I just think you're too kind," he said, a gentle smile on his lips.

"But—"

"This is the Jeanne I know," he added, ruffling her hair gently.

"I... will try my best to support you," he promised, his gaze soft.

Jeanne, having received her older brother's approval, immediately became happy.

Her toes gently drew circles on the ground.

"Then—"

"Brother, can I ask you one more question?" she inquired, her blue eyes looking up at him.

"What question?" Pierre asked, his gaze gentle.

"It's just that..." Jeanne looked at their hands clasped tightly together and asked cautiously.

"Are Brother and I... considered boyfriend and girlfriend now?" she inquired, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"..."

These were words that were even more direct and even more transgressive than before.

According to common sense, Pierre knew he had to refuse immediately.

But—

In Jeanne's gaze looking at him, there was a pleading quality, like begging.

If he rejected her at this moment...

She would probably be very hurt.

After thinking for a long while, Pierre reached out his other hand and gently stroked his younger sister's head.

"Then what do you think, Jeanne?" he asked softly, his gaze gentle.

"Do you think we are?" he inquired, his voice warm.

"I don't know..." Jeanne answered very honestly. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked Brother," she admitted, her blue eyes looking up at him.

"But—"

"If possible, I hope so..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hope so?" Pierre was a little concerned about this description.

"Mmm-hmm!" Jeanne's face was full of seriousness.

"Because Brother hasn't had a girlfriend before, and I haven't had a boyfriend either!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes sparkling.

"This is practically a very serious first relationship!" she declared, her cheeks flushed.

"Pfft," Pierre couldn't help but chuckle.

"You really are something," he said, shaking his head with a smile.

"But—" Pierre hugged his younger sister.

"Since you wish for it, Jeanne... then let it be so," he said softly, his gaze gentle.

"Eh?!" Jeanne's eyes widened—clearly she hadn't expected her older brother to agree so directly.

But this surprise was quickly replaced by joy in her heart.

"Okay~ I'm going to date Brother!" she exclaimed happily.

Under the moonlight.

The siblings embraced and kissed on the quiet village road.

This was a forbidden promise.

But it was also the most important emotional support at this moment.

[Your relationship with Jeanne became even closer.]

[However, the two of you already had a very good relationship.]

[So after making the promise of being boyfriend and girlfriend, your way of getting along didn't change much.]

[It was just that on the original basis, there were a few more kisses and words expressing affection in your daily lives.]

*Mua*—

Their lips parted.

"Brother~" The golden-haired girl stood at the door with her hands behind her back, looking at her older brother with loving eyes.

"I don't have to go to church today, so I'll make dinner and wait for Brother at home~" she said cheerfully.

"Come back early, okay~" she added, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Mmm... I will," Pierre replied, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Be careful on your way~" Jeanne called out as he left.

[Scenes like this had become a part of your life.]

[But you hadn't forgotten your purpose because of this—you couldn't let Jeanne suffer such injustice.]

[You secretly began to investigate who were the people who threw stones and bullied Jeanne at the small wooden house that day.]

[This process wasn't difficult—because they didn't intend to hide it at all.]

[You and Jeanne were infamous siblings in the village.]

[Throwing stones at the small wooden house where you lived was considered a heroic act.]

[You were very angry.]

[But you also realized that they were very suitable as choices for the "miracle."]

Late at night.

After glancing at his younger sister sleeping soundly in bed, Pierre tiptoed out of the small wooden house.

He hadn't suddenly decided to take a midnight stroll, but rather to begin his plan.

What Jeanne saw was a black-winged angel that used "fire."

Then—

Let there be a few fires in this village.

Even if they burned to death, they deserved it.

Pierre didn't notice at all.

When he struck the first match, the dragon-shaped pendant around his neck flickered with a black light.

[Fires broke out in the village.]

[At first, people thought it was just an accident.]

[But as time passed, fires occurred more and more frequently.]

[And at the scene of every fire, a black feather would be found.]

[Of course, this was something you had prepared in advance—it was actually just a dyed black chicken feather.]

[Some rumors began to circulate in Domremy village.]

"Hey! Did you hear? That's the fourth fire this month!" one villager exclaimed, their voice filled with concern.

"Yeah... and it seems they found that black feather at the scene again, didn't they?" another replied, looking bewildered.

"It's so strange, I wonder what it is," a third villager muttered, their brow furrowed.

Hearing these words, Pierre revealed a subtle smile that was hard to notice.

What he wanted was a situation that no one could figure out.

Because only in this way, when everything was connected in a single line, would it bring enough shock.

[You began to spread rumors in Domremy village intentionally and unintentionally.]

[Things like Jeanne feeling the "angel's wrath."]

[Although no one openly stated that they believed these words, it more or less influenced the villagers' thinking.]

[The investigation into those involved in the fires also yielded results—they hadn't died, but they were quite frightened.]

[People quickly discovered a commonality.]

[That was that the places where the fires appeared were all related to the people who had thrown stones before.]

[Coupled with the black feathers at the fire scenes, someone quickly exclaimed that this was the "angel's wrath."]

[Although some people had suspected whether it was you, as her older brother, or Jeanne who was retaliating and disguising it as the so-called "angel's wrath."]

[The alibis you had prepared in advance made this claim fall apart.]

[The "angel's wrath" seemed to have descended upon Domremy village.]

[Some people who were afraid of getting into trouble gradually changed their minds.]

[They rushed to apologize to Jeanne.]

"It's okay, I wasn't angry with you," Jeanne said gently, her blue eyes kind.

"And I think... that 'angel' wouldn't blame you either," she added, giving the person a reassuring smile.

"Thank you, thank you so much! Miss Jeanne," the person said, bowing deeply.

Watching the person's receding figure, Jeanne looked very puzzled.

This was already the fifteenth person who had proactively come to apologize this week.

They all cried bitterly, expressing remorse for their past disrespect, some even kneeling on the spot.

This was absolutely impossible in the past.

"Brother," Jeanne looked at Pierre, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What's going on?" she asked, her blue eyes questioning.

"Why is everyone suddenly apologizing to me?" she inquired, her voice filled with bewilderment.

"I don't know," Pierre shrugged, pretending to know nothing.

"Perhaps—"

"They've started to believe your words?" he suggested, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Is that so?!" Jeanne's eyes lit up, revealing a happy smile.

"That's wonderful~" she exclaimed, her blue eyes sparkling.

"If that's the case... then the 'angel' will definitely respond to everyone," she said, her voice filled with hope.

[Your fabricated "miracle" had a good effect.]

[There were fewer voices targeting you in the village—after all, Jeanne had indeed forgiven quite a few people.]

[However, not everyone had changed their minds.]

[There was still a portion of people who insisted that you and Jeanne were complete liars, and that these fires were just some coincidences.]

[You realized that just "miracles" alone were not enough to completely change their thinking.]

[You had to let them witness Jeanne doing certain things in this identity.]

[But this was not as simple as imagined.]

[A major event worthy of an "angel" was not something you could easily achieve alone.]

[In your distress, you heard a certain sound.]

[It seemed to come from the pendant around your neck.]

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