The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

[You feel a little ashamed of this. 】

His sister's simple and unpretentious thoughts made Ian feel a little guilty.

"So this is ah."

"Then Jeanne, let's go out."

"Hmm~!"

Jeanne smiled sweetly.

It can be seen that she sincerely wants to spread this hope from the Lord.

[You left the cabin. 】

[You have arrived on the main road of Donremi Village. 】

Although the leg injury did not heal at all, Joan of Arc walked very happily while holding a small wooden stick.

"Brother, hurry up!"

"Jean, are you too excited?"

"Really?" Joan of Arc stuck out her tongue, "I just want to tell others about this as soon as possible!"

"……All right."

Ian didn't blame his sister too much for her excitement.

He knew she just wanted to express her kindness.

"Eh?!"

Jeanne pointed forward.

"Uncle Hancock is right in front! Brother, let's go over and tell him first!"

[Hancock is a friend of your father's. 】

[In this village that doesn’t accept you very much, he is one of the few people who has a better attitude towards you. 】

[The cabin you are living in now was also found by him through matchmaking. 】

[Telling him about "seeing an angel" is indeed a good choice. 】

however--

After Joan of Arc happily told a long paragraph about the "angel" she saw, the expression of Hancock, who had a beard on his face, seemed a little subtle.

"That's it...sounds pretty good."

"Yeah~ I think so too!"

While Joan of Arc was happy, Hancock leaned next to Ian and said with some doubts:

"Pierre...what are these things that Jeanne is talking about?"

"Wings? Flames?"

"What kind of 'angel' is this? Did you let her see something strange?"

"..."

[You suddenly realize a problem. 】

[Although you know that Joan of Arc will not lie - she must have seen something that could be called an 'angel' during the time when you lost your memory. 】

[But for others, Joan of Arc at this moment is no different from nonsense. 】

[Especially in front of the irreligious Hancock, this feeling is even more obvious. 】

[He doesn’t think Joan really saw the so-called “angel”. 】

When Ian realized what the problem was, his expression froze in an awkward state.

"Sorry, Uncle Hancock."

"It's okay." Hancock patted Ian on the shoulder, "It's good to know."

"I still have work to do, so I'll leave first."

"it is good."

"Uncle Hancock walks so fast~"

Jeanne looked at the retreating figure and muttered softly.

"I obviously haven't finished talking about 'angels' yet..."

"Cough cough."

Ian coughed slightly.

"Maybe he already knows what you want to express, right?"

"So I don't plan to listen to the rest of it."

"Is that so!"

Joan of Arc blinked her blue eyes, looking very happy.

"Then there's really no need to waste any more time."

"Yeah." Ian nodded, and then tightened his sister's hand.

"Joan Arc, let's go back first."

"Eh?!"

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc immediately shook her head.

"Brother, you can't go back yet!"

"I haven't told everyone at church the news yet!"

"This……"

Ian wanted to stop Jeanne who was eager to try.

But when he saw Jeanne's clear eyes without any distracting thoughts, he couldn't stop her from doing so.

After all, he can't blame his sister and tell her to stop talking nonsense, right?

and--

Maybe people who believe in religious sects would be more likely to believe Joan of Arc’s claims?

With such luck in mind, Ian followed the happy-looking Joan of Arc and walked step by step towards the church in Donremi Village.

It was the largest building in the whole village.

[However, things did not develop as you imagined. 】

[Compared to Uncle Hancock who is not a believer, the villagers who are believers have stricter requirements for 'angels'. 】

[And Joan of Arc’s description was completely unacceptable to them. 】

In the church, people were discussing quietly in small groups.

The object of their discussion was the girl Joan of Arc who had just claimed to have seen an "angel".

"Hey, did you hear clearly? Jeanne said she saw the archangel sent by the Lord!"

"I heard it, but I think this kind of thing is unlikely! How can any angel have black wings?"

"One thing to say, indeed."

"And that's not all... I also heard her say that the angel she saw could use fire!"

"What are you talking about?! It has black wings and uses fire. What kind of angel is this?"

"Hmm... I think it's because my father is no longer around and he's starting to find a sense of presence, right?"

People's rumors spread around the church, hurting Ian's heart bit by bit.

The glances directed at the brother and sister again and again were full of doubts, speculations, and unabashed disdain.

As the elder brother, he knew that no one in front of him believed that Joan really saw the "angel".

But being ignorant of the world, she seemed completely unaware of this.

In her eyes, these people discussing in groups believed what she said.

"elder brother!"

Joan of Arc held Ian's hand tightly and looked very happy.

"Everyone knows about the existence of 'angels'! I will definitely work harder in the future!"

"That's great, isn't it?"

"..."

Ian looked at Joan of Arc, who had overly idealistic ideas, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He forced out a wry smile, then nodded and answered his sister.

"Yeah... maybe it will be like this."

[The development of things is just like what you observed in the church that day. 】

[None of the villagers believed that Joan actually saw the angel - although her description was indeed accurate. 】

[They characterized Joan of Arc's behavior as "hysteria that wanted to highlight her own existence after her father died" and scorned it. 】

[You two siblings have a bad reputation in Donremi Village—almost everyone regards you as hopeless liars. 】

[However, despite your disguised ferocity, no one dares to directly cause trouble for you and Joan of Arc. 】

[After all, no one dares to mess with a stupid young man with a hatchet hanging on his waist - especially when he loves his sister very much. 】

[But this does not mean that you have stopped all disturbances. 】

[Joan of Arc is still in trouble. 】

"call--"

Panting, Ian returned to the door of the cabin.

Because of the nature of "angel", his current job was deliberately arranged to be the worst one in the village.

Every day, he had to be busy like this until late at night before he could come back.

But Ian did not tell Joan of Arc about this.

It is enough for him to bear this kind of unnecessary trouble by himself. There is no need to make Joan of Arc suffer too.

creak

Ian opened the door and saw an unexpected scene.

There was a big hole in the window, and the cold wind blew in from there, making the whole room extremely cold.

In the darkness, Joan of Arc was clutching her quilt tightly and curling up on the bed.

There was a scratch on her face, and her expression looked very frightened.

The pale pink lips were trembling uncontrollably while repeating the same sentence again and again.

"I'm not a liar...I'm not a liar...I'm not a liar!"

In the room, there was a stone and many glass shards lying there.

[You quickly understand what happened. 】

[While you were out working, someone came over and smashed the glass of the cabin, and also cursed Jeanne. 】

[She spent the whole day in this panic. 】

[You are very angry - even though Jeanne is hiding in the house, these bastards still refuse to let go! 】

[Just when you were about to lose your mind completely, Jeanne's voice called you back. 】

"Brother...you are back!"

Joan's voice was full of despair, but also filled with shallow hope, as if she had grasped the only life-saving straw.

Ian's eyes gradually returned to their normal color.