Letitia curiously accepted the Demacian War Banner and fiddled with it with great interest. It looked like nothing more than a small knight's pennant, useful only as a keepsake.
"If you ever run into danger, throw this flag out, and it'll go biu~~ and suddenly become huge, releasing the power to protect you!"
The knight said with a soft laugh, rubbing Letitia's little head even more firmly as they parted.
Letitia—Jeanne d'Arc at this point—had yet to develop an exceptional awareness of battle, so it was only natural that she did not know how to use this knight's banner. But if she ever encountered a situation where she needed it, she would naturally understand how to use this Noble Phantasm.
—Still, rather than that, the knight who had given this item to the little girl hoped even more that Letitia would live out her life safely and peacefully, never having to face the calamity of war again.
It would be best if this battle flag never needed to awaken its method of use throughout her entire life.
"Mm! I'll treat it as my most precious treasure and cherish this little flag properly!" Letitia said with a vigorous nod. She had a temperament far steadier than that of children her age. She would surely become someone remarkable in the future.
Now that Letitia had reunited with her parents and the parting gift had been given, it was about time for them to say goodbye.
"Well then, goodbye, little one."
The knight turned his horse around and lazily said his farewell.
"Bye-bye, big brother." Letitia, comfortably nestled in her mother's arms, said goodbye as well, then loudly declared, "Big brother, you have to go to Orleans! Letitia will grow up as hard as she can, and then I'll marry you!"
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