Jeanne Became a Cat? / Wanting to Be a Good Wife / A Letter of Help from Domremy Village

The envelope itself was already crumpled, but the sealing wax on it was still very well preserved.

Clearly, it had been relayed many times before finally reaching here.

Pierre broke the seal and began to read the contents inside.

[The letter was written by old man Hancock—he was your father's best friend during his lifetime.]

[He was also very kind to you when you were still in the village.]

[The content of the letter was very brief.]

[It stated that something had happened in the village.]

[Although it wasn't directly stated, the words hinted at a hope that Jeanne could return for a visit.]

[You had a feeling that something wasn't quite right, but you couldn't put your finger on what it was for the moment.]

"Brother~" Jeanne, lying in bed, tilted her head slightly, her eyes somewhat hazy as she spoke.

"What happened...? I heard there was a letter written to me?" she asked softly, her voice a little weak.

After thinking for a moment, Pierre felt that this was not something worth hiding from Jeanne.

He told his younger sister the contents of the letter truthfully.

"Jeanne... this is a letter from the village," he said gently, his gaze warm.

After all, it was the place where the two siblings were born and raised.

Jeanne still missed Domremy Village very much.

So, when she heard that it was a letter from the village, she immediately became more interested.

"Eh?! What did the letter say?" she asked, her blue eyes widening in curiosity.

"Uh... it just said they hoped we could go back for a visit," Pierre replied, his brow furrowed slightly.

"This..."

[Similar to your reaction, Jeanne didn't expect the letter to say something like this.]

[For a moment, she didn't know how to respond.]

"Then—" Jeanne sat up and looked at her older brother.

"Brother... what do you think we should do?" she asked softly, her blue eyes looking at him with concern.

"..."

Pierre met his younger sister's gaze.

"I think... it might be better to ignore it for now," he said slowly, choosing his words carefully.

[You didn't make such a decision out of heartlessness or ingratitude.]

[Rather, you had considered many reasons why it was currently impossible to return directly to Domremy Village.]

[First, there was Jeanne's illness.]

[You were currently in the southeastern part of French territory, while Domremy Village was located in the north.]

[This meant that if you wanted to go back, you would have to cross almost half of France to reach your destination—and this would involve passing through many areas still under the control of the English and Burgundians.]

[So, once you really set off, it would be destined to be a dangerous journey full of peril.]

[Secondly, the current situation of the army also did not allow Jeanne to leave just like that.]

[After all, everyone was following her actions.]

[If she left rashly without making other arrangements, it would inevitably lead to an extremely chaotic situation.]

[You told Jeanne your thoughts—she understood everything.]

[Although she was still very worried, she still decided to do as you said.]

[You temporarily put aside the letter from Domremy Village.]

Jeanne's illness was a little more serious than imagined.

More than half a month passed, and her condition had not improved much; she still looked sickly.

Fortunately, Pierre had anticipated such a situation early on.

During this half-month, his magic skills became even more refined, and he constantly created "miracles" in the army.

Including but not limited to magnificent flames that would ignite at midnight, or thunder that would strike the ground when someone approached Jeanne's resting place.

His older brother's actions completely shrouded his younger sister in mystery.

So—

Although Jeanne had not shown her face for more than half a month, no one questioned it.

Pierre had disguised a serious illness as a meeting to receive divine revelation.

But Jeanne herself was unaware of this—being cared for by Pierre because of her illness, she had completely indulged in the happiness of being a wife.

However, the girl also felt a bit guilty.

After all, she understood how troublesome it was to take care of someone.

"Ahhh~~"

"Ah—"

After feeding his younger sister her medicine like he used to do when they were children, Pierre gently stroked the girl's soft hair and coaxed her.

"Okay, the medicine is all gone," he said softly, his gaze loving.

"Now rest... you'll get better when you wake up," he added, a warm smile on his face.

After saying these words, Pierre stood up, preparing to walk out of the room—he had to help his younger sister handle the accumulated affairs.

But at this moment, Jeanne reached out and grabbed her older brother, stopping him.

Her face was slightly flushed, and her tone carried a hint of shyness.

"Brother, can you not leave just yet?" she asked softly, her blue eyes looking at him with affection.

Hearing this, Pierre, who always doted on his younger sister, naturally stopped in his tracks immediately.

"Jeanne, what's wrong?" he asked gently, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Nothing~" Jeanne looked at Pierre, her eyes already filled with love.

"I just wanted to ask Brother a question," she said softly, her gaze loving.

"A question? What question?" Pierre asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity.

"It's—" Jeanne took Pierre's hand with incomparable shyness but also with great determination.

Directly pulling him towards the empty space on the bed beside her.

"Doesn't Brother want to stay?" she asked softly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"..."

Pierre sensed something. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately pulled his hand back.

"No, I don't want to, and there's no need," he said firmly, his gaze gentle but resolute.

"Jeanne, you need to rest properly now, don't say such things," he added, his tone a little stern but filled with concern.

"Eh?!" Jeanne became a little anxious. "Brother, do you dislike me now?" she asked, her blue eyes looking at him with worry.

"It's not that I dislike you... it's just that you're still sick, you need to rest properly," Pierre explained gently, his gaze loving.

"I'm almost better!" Jeanne protested, her voice a little weak.

"Almost better where?!" Pierre replied in a stern older brother's tone.

"Are you taking your brother for a fool? Or do you think your brother hasn't been taking care of you these past few days?" he asked, his gaze a little reproachful.

"..."

Jeanne lowered her head and muttered softly.

"But I feel so sorry for Brother like this... clearly his wife is by his side, but he's been working like a servant for a whole month," she murmured, her voice filled with guilt.

"As a wife, I've already failed, haven't I?" she added softly, her blue eyes looking downcast.

"..."

[You realized that Jeanne cared a lot about her identity as a wife.]

[If you didn't respond to her, the situation might get even worse.]

[Your heart softened.]

"Then—" Pierre's hand trembled slightly.

"Let's just sit for a little while," he said softly, his gaze loving.

"Okay~" Jeanne was as happy as a child over such a simple thing.

She snuggled against her older brother's arm and then rubbed against him gently like a kitten.

However—

Due to her illness, she was weak and without energy. After rubbing against him for a little while, her movements slowed down a lot.

Having no other choice, Pierre could only directly switch from defense to offense, and he took the initiative to stroke her head, comforting her with each gentle touch.

Whether it was the effect of the medicine or the physical changes brought about by her illness,

Pierre could clearly feel that his younger sister was even more like a cat than usual.

But he didn't care about such things—after all, he had only let her lean on him to coax his younger sister.

After feeling that Jeanne should be almost tired, Pierre prepared to let her continue resting, while he would be responsible for helping her handle her affairs.

"Alright... should be time to rest, right?" he asked softly, his gaze loving.

"..."

"What kind of look is that you're giving me?" Pierre asked, his brow furrowed in amusement.

"Brother~" Jeanne leaned close to Pierre's ear and gently rubbed her head against him.

"Stroke me a little more... I really like this feeling," she whispered softly, her voice filled with affection.

Alright.

It seemed that it wasn't because of the medicine that she had become like this.

The current her, in fact, yearned for that simplest touch.

"Sigh... you little rascal, you've got me beat," Pierre said with a helpless smile, gently stroking her hair.

"Hehe~ I knew Brother would definitely agree!" Jeanne replied playfully, her blue eyes sparkling.

[You finally spent another pleasant evening together.]

[Fortunately, this behavior did not have any negative impact on Jeanne's condition.]

[On the contrary, Jeanne seemed to have gained some comfort from this behavior.]

[Her spirits were slightly better, but she still needed your care.]

[Time passed by just like that for a month.]

[You and she still occasionally spent a pleasant evening together.]

[And a familiar situation appeared before you once again.]

The same tattered envelope, the same style of sealing wax.

The two siblings once again received a letter from Domremy Village.

The content of the letter had hardly changed.

However, the wording in the letter regarding the hope that Jeanne could return to the village had become significantly more explicit.

And after hearing the contents of the letter, the girl's expression also became somewhat worried.

"Is it the same situation as last time?" Jeanne asked softly, her blue eyes looking at him with concern.

"Yes," Pierre nodded, confirming his younger sister's words.

"This time it was also a letter written by old man Hancock," he explained gently.

"Then—" Jeanne still held a place for Domremy Village in her heart.

Now that she had recovered somewhat, she naturally became worried about the problems in the village.

"Brother, this is already the second letter, maybe we should..." she began, her voice filled with concern.

"We still can't go back," Pierre replied directly, his gaze firm.

"Your illness has only gotten a little better... if we go back now, what if it worsens on the way?" he asked, his brow furrowed in worry.

"But—" Jeanne's expression looked a little troubled.

"This is already the second time they've written to us for help, right...? If we continue to ignore it like this, won't it lead to very serious consequences?" she asked softly, her blue eyes looking at him with concern.

[You didn't have no nostalgia for Domremy Village—after all, it was also the place where you had once lived.]

[You realized that what Jeanne said did make some sense.]

[After thinking for a moment, you came up with a method that might be suitable for the current situation.]

"Jeanne, how about this?" Pierre sat down at the table in the room and took out a slightly yellowed piece of parchment from a nearby drawer.

"We'll write a letter back, explaining our current situation," he suggested, his gaze thoughtful.

"That way, it will also count as explaining the reasons to them... I believe they will definitely understand us," he added, a warm smile on his face.

"Hmm..." Jeanne nodded. "This is the only way for now," she agreed softly.

[With Jeanne dictating, you wrote the reasons why you couldn't return to Domremy Village in the letter in a tactful way.]

[You thought this might be a letter that could explain the situation clearly.]

[After it arrived in Domremy Village, the situation might ease up a bit.]

[But the development of things was not as smooth as you had imagined.]

One month later.

Looking at the extremely familiar sealing wax on the envelope, Pierre knew that this was another letter from Domremy Village.

This was the third letter in three months.

Pierre hesitated again and again, but finally opened it.

Sure enough, just like the previous two times, this letter still hoped that Jeanne could return to Domremy Village for a visit.

Regarding the previous explanation from the two siblings, the letter glossed over it with some irrelevant responses.

In addition, this time the wording also contained a hint of "if you don't come back, Domremy Village is very likely to face a great disaster."

"..."

[You felt that this seemed a bit off.]

[After all, after seeing the content of the previous reply, they shouldn't be saying such things no matter how you thought about it at this moment.]

[You decided to pretend that nothing had happened.]

[But Jeanne noticed all of this.]

After three months of recuperation, Jeanne's body had not fully recovered, but she had gotten much better.

"Brother?" she asked softly, her blue eyes looking at him with concern.

"Is there another letter from the village?" she added, her voice gentle.

Hearing this voice, Pierre regretted that his actions hadn't been cleaner.

But since he had been discovered, he didn't plan to hide anything.

"Yes," he replied simply, his gaze gentle.

Such an answer made Jeanne's beautiful blue eyes fill with anticipation.

"Then—"

"Did they understand our situation?" she asked hopefully, her blue eyes looking at him with anticipation.

"No," Pierre shook his head.

"They still very much hope that you can return to the village for a visit," he explained gently.

"And it seems that if you don't go back, the situation in the village will become very bad," he added, his brow furrowed in worry.

"This..." Jeanne frowned slightly.

"How could it have become like this?" she wondered aloud, her blue eyes filled with concern.

"I'm not sure," Pierre looked at his younger sister. "But I have a feeling that something isn't quite right," he confessed, his gaze thoughtful.

"Not quite right?" Jeanne asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Hmm... after all, after seeing our previous reply, it's unlikely they would say this again, right?" Pierre said, his gaze thoughtful.

A hint of caution appeared in Pierre's eyes.

"This has a feeling of 'as long as you come back, everything will be fine'," he murmured, his gaze distant.

"..."

Jeanne remained silent for a moment before cautiously asking again.

"Then what do you mean, Brother...?" she asked softly, her blue eyes looking at him with concern.

"We're not going back," Pierre replied firmly. "And we won't reply to the letter either," he added, his gaze resolute.

"..."

Jeanne fell silent once again.

After a long while, she spoke again:

"Brother... I think we have to go back for a visit," she said softly, her blue eyes filled with determination.

"What?" Pierre was a little anxious. "No matter how you think about it, we shouldn't go back, right?" he argued, his brow furrowed in worry.

"But—" Jeanne's eyes were filled with worry.

"This is already the third time... I can't ignore this request," she said softly, her voice filled with concern.

"But what if something goes wrong?" Pierre countered, his gaze worried.

"Then what if they really need me?" Jeanne asked, her blue eyes looking at him with determination.

"..."

"..."

"Since Brother is worried, then let me go back alone. Even if something really happens, Brother can continue to command the remaining people," Jeanne suggested softly, her blue eyes looking at him with determination.

"..."

"Sigh," Pierre sighed deeply.

"I understand," he said softly, his gaze gentle.

"Since you feel you need to go back—"

"Then let's go back together for a visit," he concluded, a warm smile on his face.

[Jeanne's kindness prevented her from ignoring the plea for help from Domremy Village.]

[Knowing this well, you also understood that there was absolutely no way you could change her mind.]

[Then—]

[Continue to protect her and her kindness.]

[You decided to return to Domremy Village.]

[Little did you know, this would be an extremely dangerous journey.]