In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

"What should we do next?!"

"..."

Jeanne Alter took the initiative to make Ian begin to doubt whether he was offering tribute.

Otherwise, how could they possibly have such a positive attitude?!

Fortunately, this wasn't the first time a man had been a girl's mentor—he had an unparalleled advantage in experience in this area.

Tribute (×)

Entering the palace (√)

"Hmm... let's try this first." Ian began to take the situation seriously.

"Hold your flag tight and don't let it fall."

“Yes, of course I know!” The Dragon Witch nodded in response.

And so, in the skies above France at that moment, a wondrous Enlightenment ceremony began.

That was an experience the girl had never had before.

This was also the way she believed she could form a contract with the man behind her.

"Let it burn—!"

"My servant Ian!"

The sun blazes overhead, and white clouds drift by.

The evil dragon felt as if something had soaked his head.

Is it raining?

That’s not right either.

Moreover, it seems that since just now, my witch master has only been making strange noises.

In the end what happened?

The evil dragon couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried.

Evening quietly descended.

The evil dragon descended to the ground once again—this time, quite far from the village of Domremi.

It folded its wings, as if it were resting.

but--

The evil dragon is resting.

But its master, the Dragon Witch who intended to destroy all of France with ferocious flames, was even more energetic than before.

She planted the flag bearing the dragon's mark in the ground, and then excitedly began to entangle herself with the man beside her.

"So this is what it feels like—!"

"This feels so good!"

"Ian, why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

“No.” Ian looked at the Dragon Witch in front of him with a helpless expression. “How could I have told you this sooner?”

"Just say it directly!"

Jeanne Alter touched her lower abdomen, a slight smile playing on her lips.

He looked as if he couldn't wait to dig out all the memories from his brain.

"If you told me that's how it feels... I wouldn't have talked to you about all those strange things."

"..."

Ian had absolutely no idea how to respond to Jeanne Alter's words.

But at this moment, he could confirm one thing—that the girl in front of him was extremely lacking in common sense.

No.

It's not just a lack of common sense, but a lack of a benchmark that allows her to judge whether something can be done.

Because they didn't know that having in-depth conversations was a shameful thing.

So they mistook the desire emanating from their bodies for a way of "contracting" with themselves—after all, they had never experienced this feeling before.

This state can no longer be described as abnormal.

Rather, it is an extremely terrifying state of mental distortion—making decisions solely based on whether one likes or dislikes something.

If I like it, I'll do it;

If I don't like something, I'll destroy it.

Calling her crazy wouldn't be an exaggeration.

How could this be?

At that moment, Jeanne Alter suddenly pounced on Ian.

Those beautiful golden eyes stared straight at the man beneath her, making no attempt to conceal the desire that had been aroused within her.

"Hello--!"

"Since you know how comfortable it is, let's do it again."

The girl licked her lips, looking just like a wolf that was starving.

"You should still be able to do it, right? My servant."

"..."

Ian realized that Jeanne Alter was obsessed with this feeling of soul connection.

She was completely unaware that the so-called "contractual method" was merely a physical illusion.

Judging from her still-ravenous state afterward, her demand in this area is probably not insignificant.

Of course, men are not afraid of this kind of thing.

He has always been excellent at demonstrating his masculinity.

His concern was that Jeanne Alter would devote all her energy to this matter, to the point that she would eventually forget her promise.

In that case, one's goal cannot be achieved.

With that in mind, the man seized this rare opportunity and answered directly.

"Of course that's no problem."

"but--"

"I don't think you've forgotten what you promised me, have you?"

"Once you become my servant, you will..."

"Tsk."

"You always care about these trivial things."

Although she said that, Jeanne Alter put on a serious expression as if she was about to give a proper explanation.

Although she has a volatile temper, she is very trustworthy.

Just as she said before—the Dragon Witch keeps her word.

Jeanne Alter sat on Ian's lap, tilted her head, and rested her cheek on her hand as she looked at him.

"But I'll tell you anyway."

"My relationship with that saintess... is just one name."

"what?"

Despite having prepared himself mentally, Ian was still somewhat surprised when he actually heard Jeanne Alter say such a thing.

but--

And it's only a few.

After all, from the moment we met until now, we've been sitting here together.

Ian could clearly sense that the Black Jeanne in front of him was a completely different person from the sister in his memory.

This also aligns with her statement that the relationship is "only based on the same name".

But this explanation does not solve the most important question—why was there a second Joan of Arc?

The man did not remember that he had a second sister.

As if she had anticipated Ian's question, Jeanne Alter quickly followed up with her explanation.

"You don't have to dislike me so much."

"Although--"

"My relationship with that saintess is indeed only one name."

"But that doesn't mean I'm less important than her."

Familiar tone;

Familiar body language.

Ian realized that the Black Jeanne d'Arc in front of him was about to start "showing off" something again.

Unsurprisingly.

Sitting on the man's lap, Jeanne d'Arc in black moved a little closer to him, her tone full of arrogance.

She probably felt that what she was about to say would be very impactful.

"do you know?"

"I--"

"But the Avengers came here following the power of the Holy Grail."