The Two at the Ends of Each Other's Hearts / The Fabricated Saint / Mother's Magic

[As per your request, Jeanne began to dress herself as a nun.]

[However, she herself didn't seem to like this appearance very much.]

"Brother..."

Looking at herself in the mirror, dressed in a black and white nun's habit, Jeanne pouted slightly, her expression showing confusion.

"Do you really like these clothes that cover everything so tightly?" she asked, her blue eyes looking at Pierre.

"..."

Frankly speaking, from the perspective of admiring his younger sister.

Pierre didn't really like this nun's habit.

After all, visually, it almost completely concealed all the advantages of his younger sister's figure under the clothes.

However—

From the perspective of increasing persuasiveness, Jeanne's current attire was far better than her usual farm girl appearance.

He had to reassure her as soon as possible.

"Of course, I like it," Pierre replied to his younger sister Jeanne as he came up behind her.

His hands went under her armpits and then touched her soft breasts.

He gently rubbed the proud curves through the nun's habit, then continued to play the rogue, commenting on his younger sister.

"Jeanne like this feels even better to touch," he said with a playful smirk.

"Eh?!" Jeanne tilted her head back, looking at her brother behind her.

Just as she was about to say something, he kissed her lips directly.

And the hands resting on her chest moved along at the same time.

"Mmm... mmm..." Jeanne made a cute sound from her throat, like a pampered kitten pleasing its owner.

She only regained her freedom when she was almost suffocating.

"Brother... you're so proactive today," Jeanne said, tidying the clothes that Pierre had messed up, her whole face flushed red.

It was clear that she didn't resist being suddenly attacked like this by her older brother.

Or rather—

She was actually looking forward to things like this happening.

After all, in this way, it showed that she had taken another step forward in her "girlfriend" identity.

"Brother... do you really like me dressed like this so much?" she asked, her blue eyes looking at him expectantly.

"What do you think?" Pierre bent down slightly, resting his head on his younger sister's shoulder.

"Do you want me to prove it again?" he whispered, his voice warm.

"Okay..." Jeanne licked her lips. "Brother can prove it as many times as he wants," she said shyly, her cheeks flushed.

"Later," Pierre said, taking his younger sister's hands in his, one in each of his.

"Don't we have to go to church today?" he reminded her gently.

"We have to leave early," he added, his gaze soft.

"Eh... oh, that's right..." Jeanne's expression looked a little worried.

And Pierre's expression was also very complicated.

After all—

Once a lie begins, there's no turning back.

It was an endless road.

[You and Jeanne left the small wooden house.]

[You and Jeanne arrived on the roads of Domremy village.]

[Although she considered herself your girlfriend, Jeanne was still very careful about her behavior in public.]

[She didn't want to bring you unnecessary trouble—like bullying her brother.]

[So in the eyes of others, you were just a pair of siblings with a relatively good relationship.]

[Just as you had imagined, Jeanne's attire attracted the attention of many villagers.]

[However, no one dared to say anything cold or sarcastic about it—after all, she was now considered a hero who had saved Domremy village.]

[They even respected Jeanne in this attire a little.]

[This seemed like a good start.]

[However, you knew that the real test was yet to come.]

[The reaction of the churchgoers was the most crucial issue.]

The thick doors of the church were right before them.

Pierre knew that once he pushed open these doors, the saint lie he had woven for his younger sister would have no turning back.

However—

He didn't feel the slightest hesitation.

If this could really paint a beautiful enough future for his younger sister Jeanne.

He didn't mind being a complete liar.

However—

Pierre had made up his mind to enter the church, but Jeanne hesitated instead.

He saw her looking at the door she usually opened countless times, her hand actually trembling slightly.

[You noticed this.]

[You realized that Jeanne seemed to be afraid of something.]

[You knew you absolutely couldn't pretend you didn't see it.]

"Jeanne, what's wrong?" Pierre said gently, holding his younger sister's hand.

"Why don't you go in?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Brother," Jeanne replied to Pierre's question, her head lowered. "I'm a little scared," she confessed, her voice barely audible.

"Scared?" Pierre comforted his younger sister by patting her head. "What's there to be afraid of?" he asked gently.

"Isn't this how you usually go in?" he inquired, his gaze kind.

"Why are you suddenly scared this time?" he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Because today is different," Jeanne said, looking at the nun's habit she was wearing, her expression tense.

"I... haven't read those books that nuns have to read," she confessed, her blue eyes downcast.

"If I go in wearing these clothes... will they say I'm blaspheming the Lord?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.

[What Jeanne said was actually something you were also worried about.]

[However, you knew you absolutely couldn't act the same way as her at this moment.]

[You were her source of courage.]

[If even you showed cowardice, she would have even more trouble moving forward.]

"Jeanne," Pierre said, looking at his rather nervous younger sister.

"Why do you think you're blaspheming the Lord like this?" he asked gently, his gaze kind.

"Just because you haven't read those books?" he inquired, his voice warm.

"Yes, yes, that's right," Jeanne nodded. "If you want to become a nun, you have to finish reading those books!" she insisted, her blue eyes wide.

"Then—" Pierre asked Jeanne in return. "Jeanne, tell me, what is the ultimate purpose of reading these books?" he inquired, his gaze gentle.

"To communicate with the Lord," Jeanne replied, her voice soft.

"Then is the 'angel' the person the Lord sent to see you?" Pierre asked, his gaze kind.

"Yes," Jeanne nodded.

"Isn't that enough?" Pierre smiled calmly. "Since you read those books to communicate with the Lord," he explained, his gaze gentle.

"And the Lord has already sent an 'angel' to see you," he continued, his voice soft.

"Then that means your communication with the Lord doesn't need those so-called books, right?" he concluded, his gaze kind.

"It doesn't matter if you don't read them," he added, his voice reassuring.

"Eh?!" Jeanne's pupils widened slightly.

It was clear that she had never tried to think about the problem from her older brother's perspective.

"Then I am..." she began, her voice hesitant.

"You are now a qualified nun," Pierre gave a direct and affirmative answer.

"Just continue doing what you usually do," he advised gently.

"And—" Pierre's eyes turned a little cold. "If anyone dares to point fingers at you later," he said, his voice firm.

"I will definitely make them suffer," he threatened, his gaze sharp.

"No!" Jeanne exclaimed, her voice filled with panic.

"Brother, please don't do that!" she pleaded, her blue eyes looking up at him.

Encouraged, Jeanne regained her courage.

"I understand!" she declared, her voice filled with determination.

"I... will do my best!" she promised, her blue eyes sparkling.

[Everything is hard at the beginning.]

[And once you get started, the remaining difficulties are nothing.]

[The dragon-driving incident gave Jeanne a very good reputation.]

[The things she was worried about didn't happen at all.]

[No one in the church raised any objections to her nun's habit.]

[In their eyes, Jeanne at this moment was a saint who had met with an "angel," a messenger of the Lord.]

[They welcomed Jeanne wearing the black and white nun's habit very much—because it fit the image of the saint they needed in their hearts even more.]

[And Jeanne, feeling this atmosphere, no longer showed timidity.]

[She very much hoped to show you her excellent side.]

[She guided the crowd with her half-understood holy words, achieving a sacred and harmonious chanting scene.]

[No one knew that the nun named Jeanne had actually never read any related books.]

[But no one cared about this—at this moment, as long as someone was willing to come out and guide the faith, it was enough.]

[However, what Jeanne, who was guiding all of this, didn't know was.]

[That you had actually quietly left the church.]

[There were some things you wanted to confirm.]

"Aren't you going to listen to her prayer until the end?" Fafnir's voice came from inside the pendant.

"Weren't you most hoping to see her being popular?" he inquired, his tone curious.

"That's indeed the case," Pierre affirmed his dragon side's statement.

"However, now is not the time to enjoy these things," he added, his gaze determined.

"The things I want to do are not yet finished," he concluded, his voice firm.

"Oh?" Fafnir was a little surprised.

"What is it?" he asked, his tone curious.

Pierre didn't intend to hide anything from his other self.

He directly began to explain:

"I was thinking... since Mother was able to separate us, the human side and the dragon side," he began, his voice thoughtful.

"Then—" Pierre looked at the mansion where he and his younger sister had once lived not far away—it was already overgrown with weeds.

"Could it be that she also knew some magic?" he wondered aloud, his brow furrowed.

[This was an era where magic existed.]

[Magic could achieve some seemingly incredible things.]

[If you wanted to separate you as a human and Fafnir as a dragon, you would definitely use it.]

[You were sure that your mother was a magician.]

[And the fact was indeed so.]

[You found some long-sealed magic books in the basement of your former residence.]

[Talent Mother's Magic has been obtained: You found some books worth studying, which could teach you some simple magic.]

[You hid these books well.]

[You returned to the church.]

[You saw Jeanne waiting for you.]

"Brother, where did you go?" Jeanne asked, looking a little angry at Pierre who had returned from outside.

"Didn't you say you would stay with me?" she inquired, her blue eyes looking at him.

"Sorry," Pierre smiled slightly. "I couldn't understand those prayers and it was very boring," he explained gently.

"So I could only go out for a walk," he added, his gaze kind.

"I see..." Jeanne didn't blame her older brother too much—she knew he wasn't religious.

And Pierre changed the subject.

"How was it? No one should have made things difficult for you, right?" he asked, his gaze kind.

"No~" Jeanne looked very happy.

"Everyone has become very easy to talk to... no one made things difficult for me," she said, her blue eyes sparkling.

"But if I really have to say something—"

"Everyone was asking me when the 'angel' would appear again," she confessed, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"..."

Pierre smiled calmly and patted Jeanne's head.

"The 'angel' will definitely come back," he said reassuringly.

"Mmm~" Jeanne smiled sweetly. "I think so too!" she agreed happily.

[Jeanne completely reversed your image in the village.]

[She became the nun bishop of the village.]

[Her deeds of driving away the dragon were widely spread in the village.]

[Everyone respected her very much.]

[However, you knew that this reputation needed to be maintained by deeds.]

[Talent Mother's Magic has been activated: The magic you worked hard to learn was used for Jeanne's "miracle" display.]

[Some of her prophecies often "came true" in the village—although she herself didn't know why.]

[You gradually shaped her into the "saint" that the village expected.]

[This reputation spread far and wide, so that the surrounding Burgundians no longer dared to come to Domremy village to plunder.]

[However, this so-called "saint" was still an extremely proactive younger sister in front of you.]

Day 1

"Brother, I want to sleep together today."

"Okay."

Day 2

"Brother, I want to sleep in your arms today."

"Okay."

Day 3

"Brother, can I sleep in your arms like a girlfriend today?"

"Okay."

Day 4

"Brother, today I want to sleep with you without wearing clothes."

"...Okay."

Day 5

"Brother, can you also not wear clothes?"

"..."

[The things you did became more and more like a couple deeply in love.]

[You could feel that the sibling boundary between you had become completely blurred.]

[You fell in love with your younger sister.]

[A year later, you took the final step.]

It was one night.

Jeanne, who always went to bed early, stayed awake for once.

"Brother, are you still awake?" she whispered softly.

"Mmm," Pierre replied, his voice gentle.

All along, because he was worried that Jeanne would have nightmares, Pierre would only fall asleep after she had fallen asleep.

"Jeanne, what's wrong?" he asked, his gaze kind.

"That—" Jeanne's voice became much shyer.

"Can I ask you to do something with me?" she inquired, her blue eyes looking up at him.

"What is it?" Pierre turned around, looking at his younger sister—the two of them had been sleeping naked in each other's arms like this for several months.

"It's this..." Jeanne made a circle with her thumb and index finger with one hand, while her other hand extended her index finger and moved it in and out of the circle.

[You and Jeanne were both precocious.]

[You knew what that represented.]

"Jeanne, do you really want to do this kind of thing?" Pierre asked softly, his gaze gentle.

"Mmm," Jeanne nodded shyly.

"I've been thinking about it for a year," she confessed, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"I've confirmed that I really want to do this with Brother," she added, her voice barely audible.

Confession only took one day.

But the last step took a year.

Although Jeanne was simple, she also had her own concerns.

"Is that so?" Pierre lowered his head and gently kissed Jeanne's forehead.

"Actually—"

"Brother has been waiting for you to say these words for a long time," he confessed, his voice warm.

Pierre wasn't someone without desires.

But he would never express his feelings until his younger sister took the initiative to ask.

After all—

He was still her older brother.

It started to rain outside the window.

Jeanne sucked on her brother's rod to make him ready for the coming trial.

Once it was ready and hard she whispered.

"Umm~ brother can I be on top".

She requested sweetly while rubbing his hard rod.

"Yes whatever you desire Jeanne"

Pierre didn't have problem with her request.

"Then..."

Jeanne made his Deviant Rod face her sacred garden.

And..

Jeanne moaned in pleasure and slight pain as it entered.

Her eyes had few drops of tears.

"Are you okay Jeanne" Pierre asked with worry.

"Ngh~ ahn~... brother, I am fine rather I am happy I am finally brother's now in both soul and body".

Then after adjusting a bit Jeanne moved her hips and completely devoured the Deviant dragon in her Sacred garden.

And the Dragon did resist which caused the young Saint to experience some pain.

'Brother's Dragon is a bit too big'...

She thought as she finally managed to subdue the dragon.

The sound of the girl's sweet voice and the thunder mixed together, forming a forbidden melody.

Rumbling noise echoed outside but inside the house.

Only the sweet melody of the Holy maiden could be heard.

"Ahhh~Brother ahn~".

She continues to call her brother as if only he exists for her.

Sounds of flesh clapping and thunder clapping echoed...

Rising and falling, she was like a knight riding the best horse.

Shadows moved slightly, her figure winding.

Finally the Deviant dragon couldn't take it anymore and released his most powerful breath into the Sacred garden, Painting it into his own colour.

Everything in the room returned to silence, only the lightning and thunder outside the window remained.

The girl looked at the boy who was holding her waist with loving eyes and exhaled slightly.

"I love... Brother the most," she whispered, her blue eyes filled with affection.

[You and Jeanne stole the forbidden fruit.]

[However, your lives didn't undergo any drastic changes because of this—because you were already very close.]

[She was still the saint who protected the village.]

[Everything should have continued so peacefully.]

[Until one morning, you received a letter.]

[It was a letter from the current Crown Prince Charles.]

[He had heard of Jeanne's reputation and wished to meet this "saint."]