Memories of the Past / The French Army Advances Like a Storm / The Dangerous Orléans

[Those who are driven to the brink often possess the greatest strength.]

[With just a small spark, they can ignite the most blazing flames.]

[And Jeanne's appearance just provided such an opportunity.]

"Everyone!" Jeanne, at the very front of the formation, planted the white banner in the ground, then looked back at the troops fully entrusted to her by Charles VII.

She shouted loudly:

"The English have taken our homeland, and our innocent compatriots have become refugees!"

"But—"

"They cannot destroy our will!"

"Because the holy Lord is with us, and with the thoughts of each and every one of us! Let us unite in despair!"

"For the future of France, for the freedom we yearn for."

"We—must fight to the very last moment!"

Jeanne's simple words stirred the emotions of the soldiers present—she seemed to be naturally good at doing this.

"Ooooh—!!"

"Drive out the English!!!"

Thunderous battle cries echoed across the sky, as if they could shatter the clouds.

[Jeanne wasn't just talking.]

[She had added a sharp tip to her white holy banner—in this way, it could really be used as a spear.]

[Although she was petite and didn't look very intimidating.]

[She always took the lead in charging forward.]

[This fearlessness on the battlefield was etched in the hearts of every French soldier.]

[If the commander was not afraid of death, then the soldiers should also follow suit.]

[You began to become brave.]

[Setting out from Chinon, your morale was high, and you advanced along the Loire River, defeating all who stood in your way.]

[And as if in response to this courage.]

[Jeanne, who led the charge, had not suffered a single injury in these dozen or so battles.]

[This was regarded as a blessing from the Lord, a blessing from the angels.]

[Everyone unanimously believed that Jeanne was indeed a commander sent by heaven to protect France.]

[Only you knew what was really going on.]

[That conspicuous holy banner was not just for Fafnir to notice Jeanne—it worked for you too.]

[The other soldiers fought to kill enemies.]

[And your purpose in fighting was to protect Jeanne.]

[You secretly used magic time and time again to block the attacks aimed at her.]

[The so-called protection was not a gift from heaven, but merely human effort.]

[After breaking through for half a month, you arrived at a city near the upper reaches of the Loire River.]

[The blade of France would rest here for a while, and then launch a surprise attack on Orléans.]

"Commander, good day."

"Hmm, good day to you too."

"Commander, you are truly amazing."

"You flatter me."

Responding to the soldiers' respect for her along the way, Jeanne, holding the holy banner, hurried towards a small wooden house in the city.

Click.

The wooden door opened, then closed again.

Jeanne, who was so valiant on the battlefield, was now panting heavily in the small wooden house.

She looked at her older brother, who had arrived at this small wooden house earlier, and her eyes became lustful.

She lifted her skirt, revealing her fair and tender garden, and let out a murmur that was completely different from her usual image.

"Brother... I want it so badly~"

[No matter how brave and fearless she was on the battlefield.]

[In front of you, Jeanne would always be that younger sister who had become insatiable after being awakened.]

[And as her older brother, and her lover, you naturally wouldn't refuse this perfectly reasonable request.]

[Because you knew the pressure she was under right now was really great.]

Inside the room, the white holy banner that led the French army leaned against the wall.

And its owner—Jeanne, who had been personally appointed as Royal Commander (the highest military rank, even able to command marshals) by Charles VII—was lying naked on the bed.

With her eyes covered, she arched her buttocks towards her older brother behind her like a docile puppy, her two gardens below completely exposed to him without any cover.

Her two hands were tied behind her back with her own clothes, like a defeated prisoner.

"Mademoiselle Jeanne," Pierre said, holding the ends of Jeanne's firm and lovely buttocks.

"This time... where does Mademoiselle want Monsieur Pierre to enter?" he asked playfully, a smirk on his lips.

"..."

"...I want both," Jeanne muttered softly, her eyes covered.

"What was that?" Pierre asked, pretending not to hear.

"I want both!" Jeanne said a little anxiously, her proud chest being squeezed and deformed on the bed because of this.

"I want Brother's Cock in both places!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with desire.

"..."

Hearing this, Pierre felt a pang of pity for his younger sister—he knew she would only want it so badly when she was under a lot of pressure.

"Alright, then I won't hold back," he said, a gentle smile on his lips.

He patted his younger sister's buttocks with his left hand, then began to enter her front garden.

It had to be said that Jeanne was indeed burning with desire—as soon as he entered, she started moving on her own, constantly squeezing that thick brotherly rod.

And Pierre wasn't idle either.

He gently played with his younger sister's other garden with the index finger of his right hand, making it expand little by little.

"Ugh... uh... ah..."

The girl's humiliated voice echoed in the room where the two were alone, her body trembling in waves.

Slurp—

The front garden was filled to the brim, and white love overflowed from it, dripping onto the floor of the room.

And at the same time, the other garden also welcomed its opening.

However, Pierre had a little idea at this moment.

"Jeanne... how about we try something else this time?" he suggested playfully.

"Something else?" Jeanne asked, her brow furrowed in curiosity.

"Yeah, it should be quite interesting," Pierre replied with a mischievous smile.

"Eh... okay," Jeanne agreed readily, always trusting her older brother, even when her eyes were covered.

However, she quickly felt that something that had entered seemed a little strange.

It was a little cold and a little smooth.

This touch... it feels so familiar.

Wait a minute!

"Brother... it couldn't be that holy banner, could it?!" Jeanne exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Eh, were you discovered?" Pierre asked, feigning innocence.

"No way, take it out quickly!" Jeanne's body struggled, and the holy banner that had only been inserted a little bit swayed from side to side along with her movements.

Becoming a "flagpole," she truly felt incomparable shame at this moment.

A few minutes later.

Jeanne crossed her arms over her chest, looking very angry.

And Pierre stood beside her, coaxing her with a smile.

"Jeanne, I'm sorry, it was Brother's fault, don't be angry with me," he said gently.

"Hmph!" Jeanne pouted. "Brother is too much!" she exclaimed, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"How could you put something like that in there!" she added, her blue eyes looking at him with a hint of anger.

"Because—" Pierre looked at the white holy banner placed on the bed beside them—the end of its pole was slightly damp.

"I know Jeanne has been under a lot of pressure recently... so I wanted to try if these new methods could help you relax a little bit," he explained gently, his gaze kind.

"But the result seems to be even worse," he added, a hint of apology in his voice.

"Eh?!" Jeanne exclaimed softly, her blue eyes looking at him with surprise.

[Jeanne knew you weren't lying.]

[Even now, with the pressure exchanged, you were still thinking about how to take care of her.]

[She felt guilty for her anger.]

"It didn't get worse..." Jeanne snuggled up to her older brother and took his arm.

"It's just—"

"Compared to the holy banner... I prefer Brother's Cock more," she confessed softly, her cheeks slightly red.

"So there's no need to try other things, as long as... Brother is willing to do it with me," she added, her blue eyes looking up at him with affection.

"I like... that the most," she concluded, a sweet smile appearing on her face, with no trace of her previous anger.

And Pierre, on the other hand, felt a little sad.

He had originally come to comfort his younger sister with practical actions, but now how had it turned around so that she was healing him?

No.

He couldn't continue like this.

Pierre took a deep breath and immediately changed the subject.

"Speaking of which—"

"Jeanne, I didn't expect you to be so brave, holding the holy banner and daring to charge directly to the front?" he asked, his gaze filled with admiration.

"Aren't you... afraid of getting hurt?" he inquired, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Of course I'm afraid..." Jeanne's voice became quieter.

"Being at the front means there will be many weapons and magic trying to hurt me... it's very scary," she confessed softly, her blue eyes looking down.

"But—" Jeanne looked at the holy banner on the bed, a hint of determination in her eyes.

"Even if I'm more afraid, I absolutely have to be at the very front," she declared, her voice firm.

"After all, everyone hopes so much that I can lead them on a path of revival bestowed by the Lord," she explained, her gaze resolute.

"I must try my best to do this," she added, her voice filled with conviction.

"I can't retreat... and I absolutely won't allow myself to retreat, I want to bring the hope that the 'angel' gave me to everyone in France!" she concluded, her blue eyes shining with determination.

"However—" Jeanne, who was naked, tilted her head slightly.

"I do seem to have received the 'angel's' blessing... I haven't been injured so far!" she exclaimed, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"..."

Pierre smiled slightly.

"Yes, I think so too," he agreed gently.

[You didn't try any other strange methods again.]

[You satisfied your younger sister Jeanne with your ○○ every day.]

[The day for the surprise attack on Orléans was getting closer and closer.]

[But you vaguely felt that something was wrong.]

What was wrong?

Pierre pondered this question hard.

That's right.

It was the reaction of the English army.

It had been a little over half a month since they set out from Chinon.

During this time, the French troops had captured several cities in a row, as if entering an uninhabited land.

On the other hand, the English not only hadn't organized any effective counterattacks.

Instead, they had retreated all the way, directly along the Loire River to the vicinity of Orléans.

Although there might be a difference in morale, it seemed a little too fast no matter how he thought about it.

Things didn't seem to be going so smoothly.

[You told Jeanne about your worries.]

[As your beloved and younger sister, she naturally wouldn't doubt what you said.]

[However, her opinion seemed to differ slightly from yours.]

"Brother... I understand what you mean," Jeanne said, looking at her older brother before her with sincere eyes.

"But—"

"We've already come this far... we can't just turn back, can we?" she asked, her blue eyes filled with determination.

"If we do that, wouldn't His Highness's trust in us be completely wasted the moment we retreat?" she added, her voice firm.

Looking at his younger sister's determined eyes, Pierre knew she wouldn't change this strategy of crossing the river to pursue the enemy.

However—

He also understood that this was indeed something that couldn't be changed.

After all, if they stopped advancing at this time.

Not only would the morale that had been painstakingly built up be greatly affected, but the trust accumulated during this period would also vanish like smoke.

"Hmm... then let's advance cautiously," Pierre suggested, his gaze thoughtful.

"Don't worry, Brother, I definitely will," Jeanne reassured him with a sweet smile.

[Of course, you didn't put aside your inner concerns just like that.]

[You knew you had to figure out the situation in Orléans beforehand—you absolutely didn't want your younger sister to take any risks.]

[Fortunately, this city wasn't too far from where you were stationed.]

[You decided to transform into a dragon at night and check the situation on the ground.]

Late at night.

In a forest far away from the area where the army was stationed, Pierre once again took off the pendant around his neck and held it tightly.

Black mist surrounded the boy's body.

In the next moment, the giant dragon spread its wings, and a strong wind rose.

"Pierre... is it for your little sister again?" the dragon side asked.

"Yes!" Pierre replied without hesitation.

"Fafnir, we have to go to Orléans first—that's where Jeanne will lead the troops to support next," he explained, his voice filled with urgency.

"We have to figure out the situation there first!" he added, his gaze determined.

"..."

The black dragon's eyes flashed with red light.

"Understood," Fafnir replied, his voice grave.

"However—"

"I don't know the way, so if I fly to the wrong place later, remember to remind me," he added, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

"Mmm, I will," Pierre promised.

A clear trail was drawn across the night sky.

The soaring dragon arrived near Orléans at an unimaginable speed.

"Fafnir, can you see the situation below?" Pierre asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

"Yes," the giant dragon lowered its head slightly.

"However—" Fafnir hesitated for a moment.

"There... is no one in this city at all," he confessed, his voice filled with surprise.

Hearing this, Pierre was stunned for a moment.

"No one?" he repeated, his brow furrowed in disbelief.

"Yes," Fafnir continued to reply.

"In the city of Orléans—there isn't a single person," he confirmed, his voice grave.

"What?!" Pierre's mind was suddenly shaken by this shocking fact.

However, he quickly reacted.

Maybe there had been a massacre—so there were no living people.

"Then what about the bodies? There should be bodies, right?" he asked, his gaze searching.

"There aren't any either," Fafnir quickly denied this idea.

"At least I can't see any right now," he added, his voice uncertain.

[You realized that something was wrong.]

[According to Charles VII, this should be an area besieged by the English.]

[But now there was no information about people at all—not even corpses remained.]

[This situation was far too abnormal.]

"Fafnir, can we go down and take a look?" Pierre asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Alright," Fafnir agreed.

The black dragon flapped its wings and flew towards the ground of Orléans.

Just like Fafnir had sensed in the sky.

There was absolutely no trace of people inside the city.

Furthermore—

As they approached the ground, both the human side Pierre and the dragon side Fafnir felt the same thing.

It was magic.

This city had a large area of magic.

But before they could figure out what was going on, several black shadows appeared in the sky above the city.

Those were—

Several living dragons!