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

If they had enough power, they would probably have risen up against Jeanne Alter immediately.

etc--!

Ian suddenly realized a problem.

Since Jeanne Alter has such a bad reputation, I'll probably be treated as a henchman if I'm with her.

This is really...

The man prayed silently, hoping that the future would not be worse than he had predicted.

Unbeknownst to them, Ian and Jeanne Alter arrived at a certain place.

That was the tallest building in this border city—her boastful nature was on full display at that moment.

At that moment, a young girl was waiting there with a bow and arrow in hand.

There stood a woman with long green hair...

Cat girl? !

Ian rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

That's a genuine catgirl.

However, compared to Jeanne Alter's impressive figure, her chest appeared somewhat thin.

No.

Calling it thin is too kind—it should be said that it's practically nonexistent.

Upon seeing Jeanne Alter approach, the catgirl bowed respectfully and then spoke in a very humble tone:

"Master, you're back."

This simple sentence perfectly confirmed Ian's earlier conjecture.

Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who came because of the Holy Grail, is not truly a "Servant," but rather a concept closer to that of a "Master."

The so-called singularity is likely to be an unexpected Holy Grail War!

After completing the necessary greetings, the flat-chested catgirl noticed Ian standing next to Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

Her eyes held a hint of curiosity.

"Master, who is this...?"

"Oh...you mean him?"

Upon hearing the catgirl's question, Jeanne Alter leaned against Ian, looking just like a girlfriend deeply in love.

"Atalanta."

"This is the Servant with whom I just completed a contract."

"Servant?"

The catgirl, whom Jeanne Alter called Atalanta, curled her tail slightly into a small question mark.

She put down her bow, walked towards Ian, and then sniffed him for a moment.

Her ears twitched slightly as she spoke:

"Master... he seems a bit different from us, doesn't he?"

“Nonsense.” Jeanne Alter glared at Atalanta and pushed her away from Ian. “If I were like you, why would I make a contract with him?”

"……Too."

Atalanta looked at Ian with slightly more respect.

"Does he have any special skills?"

"Specialty?"

Jeanne Alter frowned slightly—she seemed to be thinking about how to answer the question.

I don't know how to describe it.

Atalanta was stunned when she heard this.

"How could I not know how to describe it?"

“Because I don’t know what Ian’s thing is called,” Jeanne d’Arc Alter explained. “It’s as sharp and broad as a sword, as warm and reassuring as the sun.”

"It feels very comfortable to touch."

The Dragon Witch is a virgin with zero knowledge of sexuality, but Atalanta is not.

As a "Servant," she possesses "knowledge correction" from the Holy Grail, so she naturally understands what this is describing.

She looked at Ian with a flushed face, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke.

"This, this is it..."

Although Ian realized that Atalanta must have understood what Jeanne Alter was saying, he couldn't explain it and could only manage a wry smile.

The Dragon Witch ended the conversation abruptly at this point.

"I'll stop here for now."

"In a hurry."

“Eh…oh.” Atalanta wisely made way for her.

As she watched the two figures disappear into the distance, her expression became somewhat complicated.

Inside the building.

Ian and Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) walked hand in hand, one in front of the other.

Realizing he had learned enough about the "Servants," the man turned his attention to something else.

That is the Holy Grail held by Jeanne Alter.

He asked tentatively:

"Speaking of which... are we going to look at the Holy Grail now?"

This is a specific question.

Since Jeanne Alter herself admitted that she was an avenger summoned by the Holy Grail, she naturally wouldn't leave such a valuable item lying around carelessly.

A building like this, guarded by its own followers, would obviously be a good place.

but--

Things didn't go as smoothly as Ian had hoped.

Hearing the man's words, Jeanne Alter stopped and turned to look at him.

Do you want to see the Holy Grail?

"Correct."

Ian nodded—there was no point in hiding his intentions from Jeanne d'Arc Alter at this point.

"You can see it."

"but--"

Jeanne Alter moved a few steps closer to the man.

"You have to come with me to do something first."

"Do something?"

"Ah."

Jeanne Alter pointed to the end of the corridor—there was a room there.

"Come take a shower with me first."

"..."

"make a deal."

A few minutes later.

The room was filled with steam.

Despite the warmth, Ian felt a chill in his heart.

After all, in a sense, at this moment, he was practically a half-wit of the witch.

Although they have no moral standards for themselves, men do not like situations where others suffer while they enjoy themselves.

That's too low-class.

In addition, there is another serious problem.

That is--

His "boss" was far too eager.

If the sworn sister Joan of Arc in my memory was the kind of girl who was relatively restrained, she would even consider giving up her virginity for half a year.

The Jeanne d'Arc Alter before her was her absolute opposite—a high-powered, unrefined juice extractor.

She possesses extremely strong desires, and at the same time, she is incredibly capable of taking action.

If you say you'll do something, then you really will.

She didn't even know what that thing that provided her with magical warmth was.

But as soon as he entered the bathroom, he instinctively started a wall slam.

But it must be said that—

It was precisely because of this almost frighteningly thirsty attitude that Jeanne Alter truly left a deep impression on Ian.

And he wasn't the kind of ascetic.

He was willing to give a response to the hardworking girl.

Even if she is a dragon witch who intends to destroy a country.