Jeanne Wants to Rest with Her Brother / Stargazing / The Disguise Request

"You... what do you mean by that?"

Fafnir's deep voice echoed from inside the pendant.

"What do you mean by making her a saint?"

Although they were two sides of the same coin.

It seemed that Fafnir, the dragon side, still had many differences in understanding compared to Pierre, the human side.

"Fafnir." Pierre reached out his hand towards the sky.

He seemed to see Jeanne smiling happily right before his eyes—that was the way she looked when everyone acknowledged her.

"If Jeanne really becomes a saint, then she'll be welcomed wherever she goes, right?" he asked, his voice filled with hope.

"That way—"

"Even if I'm not by her side, no one will bully her anymore," he added, his gaze determined.

"You want to solve your younger sister's problem once and for all?" Fafnir directly pointed out Pierre's thoughts.

"Yes," the boy didn't hide his purpose.

"Since the lie has already begun in this form," he continued, his voice resolute.

"Then—"

"We can't let it stagnate in place, can we?" he asked, his gaze earnest.

"I have to keep lying," he concluded, his voice firm.

"..."

Fafnir was silent for a while before answering Pierre.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if she realized one day that all of this was fake?" he asked, his voice serious.

Pierre shook his head.

"I've never thought about it," he admitted, his gaze unwavering.

"Because I don't intend to let her know," he added, his voice firm.

"..."

"..."

"Hahahaha~" Pierre laughed loudly. "Fafnir, do you think my idea is a bit outrageous?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"It is a bit," the dragon side said bluntly.

"However—"

"It's quite normal for you," Fafnir added, his tone matter-of-fact.

"Then Fafnir, will you support me?" Pierre asked, his gaze hopeful.

"There's nothing to support or not support," the pendant in the boy's hand emitted a faint black light.

"You are me, and I am you," Fafnir said, his voice calm.

"Our wills should be united," he concluded, his tone certain.

[Fafnir agreed with your idea.]

[However, it seemed that achieving this would involve a very complex process.]

[You decided to return to Domremy village first.]

[You wanted to see with your own eyes how Jeanne, who had driven away the dragon, would be treated.]

[You returned to the village.]

As the "evil dragon" in the eyes of the villagers, Fafnir certainly couldn't have left the village without any traces of destruction.

However—

The locations of these destructions were all carefully selected by Pierre.

They were all the residences of those who had shown hostility towards Jeanne in the church.

After all, only by having their own interests damaged.

When Jeanne drove away the evil dragon and "saved" Domremy village, would they have absolute gratitude.

And the scene in the village at this moment was almost exactly as Pierre had predicted.

Jeanne, who had driven away the evil dragon with fire, had undoubtedly become a hero in the village.

Almost everyone was saying words of gratitude to her; some even knelt on the spot, admiring the girl as if they were worshipping her.

Clearly.

After today, no one would think that Jeanne hadn't seen an "angel."

However—

This kind of scene was a little scary for Jeanne.

After all, she was never treated with such an attitude by so many people normally—the girl began to feel a little uncomfortable.

Therefore.

The moment Pierre appeared, Jeanne immediately seemed to have grasped at a lifeline.

"Excuse me, everyone, please make way!" she called out, her voice a little breathless.

"My brother is taking me home for dinner!" she added, her blue eyes looking towards Pierre.

Saying words that sounded like an obvious excuse, Jeanne squeezed through the crowded people and ran straight towards Pierre.

"Brother~" she called out happily.

"Let's go home!" she exclaimed, grabbing his hand.

"Okay," Pierre replied, a gentle smile on his lips.

And so, the girl held the boy's hand, and they quickly fled the scene where she was being worshipped.

This kind of scene of being the center of attention seemed to be a torment for her.

[You left the place where the villagers had gathered.]

[You returned to the small wooden house.]

[Jeanne seemed to have many, many things she wanted to tell you.]

"Brother~" Jeanne tilted her head, her hands behind her back, blinking her beautiful eyes as she looked at Pierre before her.

"Where did you go today?" she asked, her voice curious.

"Uh... cough cough," Pierre cleared his throat lightly. "I went out for a bit because of some things," he explained, his gaze gentle.

"Oh~ I see," Jeanne nodded thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Pierre asked knowingly. "Is there something you want to tell me?" he inquired, his gaze kind.

"Yes!" Jeanne gently swayed her body—that was a cute gesture she only showed in front of her older brother.

"Today, I drove away a super big black dragon!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Wow—!" Pierre pretended to be surprised.

"Really? You're not lying to me, are you?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No!" Jeanne said very seriously. "Everyone saw it," she insisted, her blue eyes wide.

"I—!"

"Drove away that big black dragon with a big torch!" she declared proudly.

Although Pierre wasn't quite sure what he looked like when he turned into a dragon, judging from his younger sister's reaction, he was probably quite fierce.

And—

Pierre slightly imagined Jeanne chasing after the dragon with a torch.

"＞-＜|| You dragon, don't come over here! If you come any closer, I'll beat you to death!"

Uh...

It seemed a little off?

But that wasn't important.

The result was that the villagers had witnessed the key scene—that was enough.

"Is that so?" Pierre still maintained his surprised expression.

"No wonder everyone was surrounding you just now... so that's what happened," he said, a gentle smile on his lips.

"In that case, no one will doubt that you've seen an 'angel,' right?" he asked, his gaze kind.

"My younger sister is truly brave and amazing," he praised, ruffling her hair gently.

The girl who had seen an angel used the flames from her angelic encounter to drive away the evil dragon.

Nothing could be more convincing than this.

"Mmm-hmm~" Jeanne looked at her older brother, her eyes only seeing him.

"Everyone believes that I've seen an 'angel' now," she said happily, her blue eyes sparkling.

"..."

"..."

Pierre placed his hand on his younger sister's head.

"Do you want some kind of reward?" he asked, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Eh?!" Jeanne looked at her older brother with surprise. "How did you know?" she asked, her blue eyes wide.

"Because I'm your brother," Pierre said, ruffling Jeanne's hair.

"Tell me," he prompted gently.

"What kind of reward do you want?" he inquired, his gaze kind.

"I'm saying in advance—things that are too difficult might not be possible," he added, a hint of amusement in his voice.

He had to admit.

Although everything was staged, facing a black dragon like that still required some courage.

Pierre thought this was indeed worthy of praise—it showed that his younger sister hadn't been completely without growth.

Jeanne shook her head.

"No, it's not difficult at all!" she insisted, her blue eyes wide.

"The reward I want..." The golden-haired girl took her older brother's hand.

"Is to rest in the same bed as Brother tonight!" she declared, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Ah?" Pierre was taken aback.

And this reaction made Jeanne suddenly nervous.

"Is it too much?" she asked hesitantly, her blue eyes looking up at him.

"Then forget it! Brother, please pretend I didn't mention it!" Jeanne lowered her head and muttered softly.

"I was just saying... don't be angry," she added, her voice barely audible.

If Jeanne had demanded it forcefully, Pierre might have refused outright.

But when she pleaded so cautiously, he could only soften his heart.

"I'm not angry," Pierre smiled and ruffled his younger sister's hair.

"And—"

"This is a request made by the great hero of Domremy village, how could I dare to refuse?" he said, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Eh?!" Jeanne's eyes lit up again.

"Mmm~ that's right!" she exclaimed happily.

"Brother can't refuse me!" she declared, her blue eyes sparkling.

[Time slowly passed in this atmosphere intertwined with the feelings of siblings and lovers.]

[Night quickly descended upon every corner of Domremy village.]

[As promised, you and Jeanne slept together.]

[This was the first time you had shared a bed again since you were eight years old.]

The bed was a bit small.

It was a little crowded to sleep together.

But for Jeanne at this moment, this crowding had become a huge advantage.

Because in this way—

She could naturally ask Pierre to hold her tight.

And in fact, that's exactly what she said.

"Brother, the bed is small," she pointed out softly.

"We have to get a little closer," she suggested, snuggling closer to him.

And so, this was the scene:

Pierre held his younger sister tightly, his head resting on her shoulder.

Their hands were clasped together, feeling the warmth of each other's skin.

They savored each other's presence until everything became silent.

This scene looked as if Pierre was using Jeanne as his body pillow.

But—

Jeanne didn't mind this feeling at all.

She even felt very happy—because this way she could truly feel his breathing.

"Brother... it's been a long time since we've tried sleeping in the same bed, hasn't it?" Jeanne's voice rang out once more.

"...Yeah," Pierre nodded. "It's indeed been a very long time since we've tried this," he agreed softly.

After all, as they grew older, overly intimate contact between siblings was obviously not right.

If Jeanne hadn't proactively crossed that line, the two of them probably wouldn't have rested together in bed like this again for the rest of their lives.

"Brother," Jeanne's voice sounded again.

"The stars are so beautiful tonight~" she murmured softly.

Jeanne's bed was personally adjusted by Pierre.

As long as she lay here, she could see the stars outside at a glance.

"Is that so?" Pierre looked out the window.

The starry sky filled his eyes completely.

The boy suddenly realized that it had been a long time since he had looked at the stars like this.

His mood improved a lot at once.

"They're really beautiful... Jeanne, do you look at these things every night before you go to sleep?" he asked, his gaze gentle.

"No," Jeanne shook her head obediently.

"We'll only see stars like this tonight," she said softly, her blue eyes looking up at him.

"..."

[You suddenly realized that Jeanne was also planning something.]

[Even if she hadn't driven away the black dragon today, she would have found a way to get you to this position.]

[She wanted you to see these stars.]

"So you specially showed them to me?" Pierre hugged his precious younger sister even tighter.

"Thank you, Jeanne," he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude.

"You don't have to thank me..." Jeanne held Pierre's hand even tighter, as if afraid it would disappear.

"If I'm Brother's girlfriend, isn't this the kind of thing I should do?" she asked, tilting her head.

"However—"

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

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

"It's just—" Jeanne leaned her head back and looked at Pierre, who was both her beloved and her older brother.

Her blue eyes held a hint of worry, looking like a kitten afraid of being abandoned.

"Brother has been going out late at night a lot lately," she pointed out, her voice a little hesitant.

"Could it be—"

"That you're going to see some wild woman in the village?" she asked, her blue eyes looking up at him with concern.

"..."

[This was the first time you had seen Jeanne show such an expression.]

[You felt very sorry for her, and at the same time, a little guilty.]

[However, you quickly recovered.]

[After all, you really didn't go to see any "wild woman."]

[But you also couldn't confess to Jeanne what you had been doing at night.]

[After all, burning other people's houses to create a "miracle" was definitely not something Jeanne could accept.]

[You needed an excuse.]

"How could I possibly be going to see some wild woman?" Pierre laughed self-deprecatingly. "With my looks, who would take a fancy to me?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Pierre wasn't just talking nonsense to explain himself.

In order to protect his younger sister, his image in Domremy village could be said to be terrible.

"..."

Jeanne's eyes still held some sadness.

"Then why does Brother always seem so distant from me?" she asked softly, her voice a little shaky.

"Ah? Distant?" Pierre asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Mmm..." Jeanne's voice grew softer and softer. "We've already confirmed that we're in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship," she pointed out, her blue eyes downcast.

"But Brother is still the same as before... even colder," she confessed, her voice barely audible.

"I... feel so insecure," she added, her blue eyes filled with worry.

"..."

[You realized that Jeanne's determination to take your relationship a step further was very strong.]

[But you often overlooked this point.]

[You understood that perhaps you should also do something a little out of line for your younger sister.]

Filled with guilt.

Pierre began to take action, something he would never have done before.

He let her proud curves feel the presence of his hand.

It was like the bravery and fearlessness when climbing a mountain peak—when they were little, the two of them often had this kind of experience of playing outside together.

Unrestrained and incomparably frank, it was the kind of affection unique to siblings.

Jeanne was shy.

Clearly.

Her attitude and behavior were indeed very brave;

But her body didn't seem to keep up with this frank pace.

Pierre stopped.

"It's probably still not very good," he said softly, his gaze gentle.

"Jeanne, let's stop here," he suggested, his voice warm.

"I don't want to!" Jeanne held her older brother's hand tightly, as if grasping at some kind of lifeline.

"I want Brother to treat me like a real girlfriend today!" she insisted, her blue eyes looking up at him.

"This is clearly also one of my identities..." she added, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"...Identity?" Pierre felt a flash of lightning in his mind—he realized he had been overthinking things.

His younger sister was actually only missing one identity to fit the concept of a saint!

No, she didn't even lack an identity.

She simply hadn't built her image yet.

Pierre still looked calm on the surface.

But his attention had completely drifted to how to protect his younger sister.

"Jeanne, then in that case, can I ask you a favor?" he inquired, his gaze gentle.

"What is it?" Jeanne asked, her blue eyes looking up at him.

"It's just that starting from tomorrow... I want you to start dressing like a nun," he said softly, his gaze kind.

"Eh?" Jeanne was a little puzzled. "Why do you want me to do that?" she asked, her blue eyes wide.

"Because—" Pierre leaned closer to Jeanne's ear and whispered meaningfully.

"I think if Jeanne dresses up as a nun... I'll be even more interested," he said softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Jeanne's face flushed instantly, looking very embarrassed.

But there was a hint of joy in her voice when she spoke.

"Brother's request is so strange," she said shyly, her cheeks flushed.

"But... it's not like I can't consider it," she added, her blue eyes looking up at him.

[You convinced Jeanne.]

[She would change her usual appearance as a farm girl and instead dress up as a nun.]

[And you would use this as a foundation to disguise her as a saint in this world.]