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"So it's the Dragon Witch... I'll remember that."

"Hmm, that's more like it! So—"

Before Jeanne Alter could finish speaking, she froze on the spot.

It wasn't that she forgot what she intended to say.

But -

Ian patted his head.

The man released his grip on Jeanne d'Arc's hand and gently stroked her head instead.

His fingers traced lines as they ran back and forth through the girl's soft, silver hair.

"So soft...no wonder it's Joan of Arc's hair." The man's voice was gentle and affectionate.

"Eh?"

Jeanne d'Arc Alter, whose head was being patted, opened her mouth slightly and it took her a while to react.

Her face immediately turned red, and she then roared.

"What are you doing?!"

Why did you touch my head?!

"..."

Ian smiled calmly.

"Sorry, it seems you don't really like being patted on the head."

"I was offended."

As the man said this, he prepared to remove his hand from her head.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened.

Jeanne Alter pressed her hand against her head, then glared at Ian, speaking with a hint of resentment:

"what are you doing?!"

"I never said I didn't like this feeling... What I want you to answer is why you touched my head!"

"Ok?"

"What?! Answer me now!"

"..."

Realizing that Jeanne Alter genuinely wanted to know the answer, Ian hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"If you're asking about this... it's probably because you remind me of someone."

"You're thinking of someone?"

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “Someone who is very similar to you.”

"Someone who is very similar to me?"

Jeanne Alter first frowned slightly, but quickly revealed an expression of knowing everything.

"Are you talking about... another Joan of Arc?"

"..."

Ian's pupils widened slightly.

He originally thought that the Jeanne d'Arc in front of him did not know the Jeanne d'Arc he remembered.

But now it seems——

The situation seemed to be the complete opposite of what I had imagined.

"You...know her?"

"Of course I know." A hint of mockery flickered in Jeanne Alter's eyes.

"Isn't that the famous Saintess?"

"Compared to a dragon witch like me... they are completely opposite beings."

"..."

Ian could clearly sense that Jeanne Alter was somewhat emotional when she said those words.

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If Jeanne Alter said that, does that mean she has already seen another version of herself?!

Before the old problems were resolved, new ones emerged.

Ian felt his head was about to be filled with these things, and he couldn't help but get a little anxious.

This emotion was quickly noticed by Jeanne Alter in front of her.

She grabbed the man's hand from her head, then took it off and held it tightly in her palm.

"You...aren't you curious about my relationship with her?"

Faced with Jeanne Alter's incredibly direct question, Ian hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Hmm... I want to know."

"Fine." Jeanne Alter sneered. "I'm not a heartless person either."

"If you want to know, of course I can tell you."

"but--"

Jeanne Alter looked at the man in front of her and moved a little closer.

Those beautiful golden eyes were now staring straight at him.

"In exchange for this secret... you must first become my servant."

"..."

Before Ian could answer Jeanne Alter's question, a groan came from the other side.

Mashu, who had been knocked down, struggled to get back up.

Although she was panting heavily, her voice remained incredibly firm.

"Joan of Arc... release my predecessor!"

"..."

Jeanne Alter turned her head away, her eyes filled with a hint of hatred.

"This is so annoying."

"He clearly lacks the strength, yet he keeps talking to himself."

"I might as well just let you die, that would be quieter!"

It was clear that Jeanne Alter was about to launch another fatal attack on Mash.

And she knew the information she needed.

Ian grabbed her immediately and said:

"Don't do it!"

"I... I'll go with you now!"

219. The Witch's Deepest Desire / Jeanne Alter's Open NTR / Servant Trap (4k)

"Ok?"

Upon hearing Ian's words, Jeanne Alter, whose attention was originally focused on how to kill Mash, immediately turned her gaze to him.

A hint of shrewdness crept into those golden eyes.

"what did you just say?"

"..."

Although Ian knew to some extent that the other person was asking a question they already knew the answer to, he still repeated the answer she wanted.

"Don't lay a hand on Mash."

"I... will leave here with you."

Upon receiving this answer, Jeanne Alter's lips curled up slightly.

That was the uncontrollable excitement when one's wish was fulfilled.

"very good!"

"You said it yourself!" Jeanne Alter grabbed Ian's hand. "Then let's go now!"

"Go and fulfill the Servant Contract that belongs to you and me!"

"..."

"Wait a minute." Ian stopped the incredibly excited Jeanne d'Arc Alter. "You... let me finish something first."

"Finished doing something?" The Dragon Witch looked at the man with a puzzled expression.

“Hmm.” Ian nodded.

He glanced at Mash, who seemed somewhat bewildered by his sudden intimacy with Jeanne d'Arc Alter not far away.

"At least--"

"I need to say goodbye to her."

"..."

Jeanne Alter's expression darkened instantly, becoming as cold as ice from the abyss.

However, she ultimately did not refuse Ian's request to do such a thing.