My Brother is an Angel

The purest jealousy breeds the most terrible curse.

The illusion created by Prelati's magic instantly enveloped the city that wanted to judge Jeanne.

The crowd, who had initially looked at the adopted siblings with blessing in their eyes, "changed" their attitude in an instant.

Their eyes glowed red, and they muttered the same cold words.

"Burn her!"

"Burn her!"

The shouts filled the air around the two siblings, creating a scene of slaughter.

The entire city seemed to have turned into a giant courtroom, wanting to kill Jeanne here.

Looking at the crowd approaching step by step, the girl was a little at a loss.

"What's going on?!" she asked, her blue eyes wide with fear.

"..."

[Compared to Jeanne, who could only perceive the surface, you could realize much more.]

[You noticed that there was a lot of magical power flowing in the air.]

[You knew that it was this magical power that was affecting them.]

[You realized that only Prelati would do such a thing at this time.]

[You suddenly understood that she was the legendary English magician—the fact that she was unharmed during the Burgundians' ambush was likely for this very reason.]

[But all of this had completely lost its meaning at this moment.]

"Burn her!"

"Burn her!"

As waves of frantic shouts came, the encirclement formed by the crowd continued to shrink.

Pierre knew that things absolutely couldn't continue like this.

Without time for much explanation, he directly grabbed his adopted sister Jeanne's hand.

"Jeanne, stay close to me!" he urged, his voice filled with urgency.

[You began to weave through the city with Jeanne.]

[You used a lot of magic during this process.]

"Brother... so you really are a magician?" Jeanne asked, her blue eyes looking at him with a mix of surprise and concern.

"I'm sorry, Jeanne, I never told you about this," Pierre replied, his gaze gentle.

"There's no need to apologize," Jeanne, who was running alongside him, gasped for breath and squeezed out a smile.

"I don't mind," she said softly, her blue eyes looking at him with affection.

Hearing these words, Pierre's heart was pierced sharply.

"Is that so... that's great," he said, trying to sound reassuring.

[You fled through the city intertwined with blood and hatred.]

[But as this escape progressed, new problems also arose.]

The magical power released by Prelati was simply too strong.

It could not only control people's actions in the form of illusions, but it would also constantly erode the life force of those affected, like a plague or disease.

Many people in this process had turned into monster-like beings, with only the words "burn her" remaining as the guiding principle for their actions.

And for Pierre—

He had tried his best to protect Jeanne using all the magical knowledge he knew.

For this, he even exposed himself to this terrifying magical power—just hoping to keep her as separated as possible from these unclean things.

But even so, Jeanne was still greatly affected, and her life force was constantly being eroded.

Carried on her adopted brother's back, her face was pale, and even speaking had become difficult.

If things continued like this, she would probably die here before escaping this blood-colored city.

[Your mind clearly recognized one thing.]

[And that was that things couldn't continue like this anymore.]

[You had to leave here as soon as possible.]

[At this moment, you remembered your dragon-shaped pendant.]

"Jeanne," Pierre called out gently.

Hearing her brother's voice, Jeanne, despite being very weak, still responded as actively as possible.

"Yes, I'm here," she replied softly, her voice barely a whisper.

Hearing his sister Jeanne's weak voice made Pierre's heart ache.

But he knew now wasn't the time to dwell on such things.

"Jeanne, listen to me," he said, his voice firm despite the tremor.

"No matter what you see later... don't be afraid," he urged gently.

"Ah?" Jeanne was a little confused. "Brother, what are you..." she began to ask, her brow furrowed.

"Please, just promise me first, okay?" Pierre pleaded, his gaze intense.

"...Mmm," Jeanne still trusted her brother as always.

And hearing this response, Pierre reached for his dragon-shaped pendant.

A black light flowed out from it, enveloping the boy's body.

Fafnir's voice echoed in his ears.

"Pierre... are you serious?" the dragon asked, its tone grave.

"If you turn back into me, you will disappear," it warned.

"I know," Pierre's voice was trembling slightly, but it was firm. "But there's no other way now," he said, his gaze resolute.

"Fafnir, please help me one last time," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

The Dragon's Face did not respond to its Human Face again.

But the black light became brighter and brighter.

Thump, thump—!

Uwaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!

The ground cracked, and a sharp roar shot into the sky.

A black dragon appeared in the city that dared to judge a saint.

[You found that you could control the dragon's body.]

[But at the same time, you also felt something terrible—your perception of yourself was gradually turning into "Fafnir."]

[The "Pierre" side of you was becoming increasingly blurred.]

[You realized that this was the "disappearance" that Fafnir had spoken of.]

But—

None of that mattered anymore.

At this moment, Pierre only wanted to take his sister out of this terrible city.

Carrying the frightened girl, who was still holding onto him tightly as she had promised, the giant dragon flapped its thick wings.

A gust of wind swept across the ground, blowing away all the "people" who had turned into monsters.

The black figure soared towards the sky—the place where the magical power was the thinnest.

As long as they could reach there, there was a high probability of being able to leave this city.

However—

Things weren't as easy as imagined.

"Did I let you go?!" As Prelati's angry roar came from afar, another huge black figure appeared in the city.

At this moment, she revealed her true form—the demon named Beelzebub, the Lord of Hell, one of the seventy-two demon pillars of Solomon.

"Didn't you want your sister to become a saint?!" she shrieked, her voice filled with malice.

"Then obediently stay here!" she commanded.

"And watch her burn to ashes!" Just as she finished speaking, a blood-red hand slammed towards the black dragon in the sky.

Thump! The giant dragon fell to the ground, smashing into a large crater.

Jeanne was also thrown out by the impact.

But despite her bleeding head, she didn't care about the pain—because her brother, who had turned into a demonic dragon, had chosen to land on his back to protect her.

That was the way that would cause the most damage to himself.

"Brother!" The girl's cry caused the surrounding "people" to gradually approach.

"Burn her!"

"Burn her!"

They chanted the same words, then began to shrink the encirclement as before.

"..." Jeanne couldn't say anything.

She hadn't imagined that things would turn out like this at all—she had even forgotten to run away because of it.

The final path of the saint seemed to have been decided at this moment.

But—

"All of you die!" The giant dragon, which had been shot down to the ground, let out a ferocious roar, then spewed out fierce flames.

The raging red flames engulfed all the demonized "people," and in no time, they were all burned to ashes.

And Jeanne watched this scene.

Her consciousness suddenly returned to that rainy night many years ago.

Flames.

Black feathers.

Everything overlapped.

Her brother... was actually the angel?!

But before Jeanne could think further, the black dragon directly grabbed her and once again rushed towards the sky, where they could leave the city.

"Foolish!" Prelati, revealing her true form as Beelzebub, of course wouldn't just watch the dragon and the girl leave before her.

"Did you think you could leave?!" she shrieked, her voice filled with rage.

Even the strongest dragon was extremely fragile in front of an evil god empowered by infinite magic.

The blood-colored hand conjured by Prelati once again struck the giant dragon heavily.

Thump again! The giant dragon was once again shot down to the ground, and the rubble and debris that were kicked up flew in all directions like a wave, stirring up clouds of black smoke.

"Just lie there obediently!" she commanded, her voice filled with malice.

"And watch carefully how your sister is burned to death!"

However—

The black smoke dissipated, and the heavily injured black dragon actually stood up again.

Its wings flapped out a wave of wind, and then it flew once more towards the blood-red sky!

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The black dragon was shot back down to the ground again and again, but it was able to get back up again and again.

Its body was already covered in wounds, and even most of its wings were broken.

According to common sense—

This should have been a situation where it was absolutely impossible to continue fighting.

But.

It still stood there, as if those attacks from Prelati just now hadn't caused any damage at all.

"Impossible."

"Absolutely impossible."

Prelati looked at the black dragon standing in the ruined city, shaking her head in disbelief.

"How could you still be standing?!" she shrieked, her voice filled with disbelief.

"Yeah..." Sparks surged from the black dragon's mouth. "It's indeed the limit," it admitted, its voice hoarse.

"But if I fall down now—"

"It won't do, will it?"

"If I fall down... there will be no one else to protect Jeanne," it said, its voice filled with determination.

"Then let her die!" Prelati roared. "Can't you see how many people want her to die?!" she demanded, her violet eyes blazing with anger.

"But I don't want her to die!" The black dragon's eyes glowed with a blood-red light.

"By what right can you decide her life so self-righteously?!" it roared, its voice filled with fury.

"She hasn't done anything wrong at all!!"

"Uwaaaaaaaah—!" The dragon let out an angry roar, then once again attacked towards the sky.

"Her existence is a mistake—!" Prelati's eyes widened, completely losing her previous composure.

"Die!"

"You die too!" The completely irrational incarnation of the demon pillar once again slammed towards the dragon, which was soaring into the sky with its sister.

But this time—

The situation was completely different.

She found that she couldn't stop him—he seemed to have received some powerful magical support.

[Talent Dragon's Erosion EX has been activated: You, who have transformed into a dragon, have reconnected with the Holy Grail existing in this era.]

[You have drawn enough magical power from it at the cost of your life.]

[Talent Endless Fury EX has been activated: You have converted all the magical power of the Holy Grail into surging flames.]

[You forcibly broke through the demon pillar Beelzebub, who was far stronger than you, with this wall of fire.]

[You flew away from the city that dared to judge Jeanne with the last of your strength, under her astonished gaze.]

A huge figure swept across the sky, then descended lower and lower until it crashed heavily to the ground.

Pierre under the Dragon's Face had indeed broken through Prelati's blockade.

But as a price, he had also reached his limit.

The giant dragon released its claws and gently placed Jeanne on the ground.

"Are you alright?" it asked, its voice weak.

"...Mmm," Jeanne nodded softly, tears streaming down her face.

"That's good... now go quickly," the heavily injured dragon gently nudged Jeanne with its claw. "Brother is a little tired and wants to rest here for a while," it said, its voice gentle.

"I'm not leaving," tears flowed from Jeanne's eyes.

"Brother... you were actually the angel back then, weren't you?" she asked softly, her blue eyes looking at the dragon with understanding.

"..."

"That's not the case," the dragon's voice was quite weak. "How could Brother be an angel... Jeanne, don't talk nonsense," it said, trying to sound reassuring.

"No, Brother is an angel!" Jeanne insisted, her voice filled with emotion.

"Brother really isn't an angel," the dragon looked at the girl in front of it.

"Jeanne, you must believe that you are the one chosen by the Lord," it said, its voice firm.

"No one has the right to judge you... and even less the right to say you are a heretic," it continued, its gaze loving.

"You deserve to live well, and you must live well," it urged gently.

"So—"

"Leave now quickly, find a place to hide, okay?" it pleaded, its voice filled with desperation.

"No!" Jeanne shook her head, her eyes full of tears. "If Brother is here, I won't go anywhere!" she declared, her voice filled with determination.

"..."

After a moment of silence, the dragon choked up, then roared.

"Go!"

Jeanne was taken aback, clearly not expecting her brother to say such a thing.

But soon the second identical word came over.

"Go away!" Flames spewed from the dragon's mouth full of sharp teeth, landing right in front of Jeanne.

"Didn't you hear what I said?!"

"..." Jeanne retreated step by step as the flames approached.

"Brother... I'm sorry," the girl said softly, then turned around and ran towards the boundless fields.

Watching her disappear into the distance, the dragon used the last of its strength to look up at the sky.

"Lord, please save her," it whispered, its voice filled with prayer.

"I... can't hold on anymore," it said, its voice fading.

After saying these words, the dragon's head drooped, and it closed its eyes forever.

[You died on English soil.]

[And although the public trial completely failed and the city was completely destroyed, in order to gain sovereignty over the war, the English still declared that they had executed the heretic Jeanne D'Arc.]

[They searched for her everywhere on English soil, hoping to kill her to prove their words.]

[But as if by a miracle, they never found Jeanne again in the years that followed.]

[Somewhat ironically, with Jeanne's "death," the originally numb French people began to awaken one after another.]

[They recaptured Paris and drove the English out of their land.]

[Two years later, King Charles VII, who had completely taken over France, used all his power to overturn Jeanne's case, affirming her outstanding contributions to the Hundred Years' War.]

[She was posthumously declared a saint.]

[Everything was as you wished, the illiterate girl became a true saint through your efforts.]

[But Jeanne no longer cared about such titles at all.]

[Her heart was only left with the desire to meet you again.]

[A power transcending this world noticed all of this.]

[You may soon meet each other again in some spacetime.]

[——End of Simulation——]

[The results you have achieved have been written into the Pan-Human History, and a portion of your abilities have been integrated into your body.]

[Thank you for your contribution!]