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

"Huh——~"

Jeanne Alter looked at the man in front of her and exhaled a soft breath.

"This feeling is amazing."

"Why didn't we bring you back sooner?"

“It’s not too late now,” Ian replied to the Black Jeanne in front of him.

"Too."

The girl licked her lips.

"If I keep going... I can keep having this feeling, right?"

"..."

"We still need to take a break."

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter pursed her lips, then suddenly seemed to have thought of something.

“That’s right—!”

"What exactly is it? I didn't know how to answer Atalanta just now."

"Is it really necessary to know this kind of thing?"

"Isn't that natural?"

Jeanne Alter leaned forward a few steps, her warm breath gently caressing the man's face.

"As my servant, you have no right to refuse me."

Knowing that Jeanne d'Arc Alter was in an extremely unstable mental state, Ian did not intend to have any conflict with her.

Anyway, she doesn't know anything about this.

However, after thinking for a moment, Ian decided to explain everything in a way that was more in line with Jeanne d'Arc Alter's understanding.

After all, if it wasn't explained clearly, given her personality, she would have to explain it all over again.

"Um--"

"You can consider it a treasure."

"A Noble Phantasm?" Jeanne Alter was intrigued by this statement.

“Yes, a Noble Phantasm without a name,” Ian said. “It is also a Noble Phantasm specifically designed for doing this kind of thing.”

"That's it~"

Jeanne Alter, believing she knew everything, wore a pleased expression.

"I never knew you had this skill—that's really impressive."

"……maybe."

In the following period, Jeanne Alter became even more interested in the term "Noble Phantasm".

She is a passionate pursuer in this field, but at the same time, she is also a genuinely curious person.

Her legs were wrapped around the man's neck, while her eyes and lips served as her recording and observation partners.

"This is the Noble Phantasm—!"

"What a powerful destructive attack—!"

"It's invading the abyss—!"

Jeanne Alter's words were the perfect hint.

Ian immediately seized her strike zone.

Having extensive experience in stir-frying, he naturally succeeded in making a perfect cream puff.

Faced with this situation, he sighed – she was much easier to handle than he had imagined.

After the pleasure, everything returned to the normal bathing routine.

Ian held Jeanne d'Arc in his arms and began washing her hair.

It must be said that although she and Joan of Arc are completely opposite in personality, the feeling of washing hair is exactly the same.

In a daze, Ian even thought he had returned to the old village of Domremy and was taking a bath with Joan of Arc.

hiss--

In a sense, it doesn't seem wrong?

This feeling didn't completely disappear until Jeanne Alter said, "You can even do this?"

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “I learned it by chance.”

"Really……"

Jeanne Alter leaned back and fell directly onto the man's chest.

She didn't mind at all that he behind her could see all her secrets.

She seems to treat even this kind of thing as something to show off.

"That--"

"Did you also wash that saintess's hair?"

"..."

Upon hearing this question, Ian remained silent for a long time before speaking again.

"Can I ask you a question?"

“Sure.” Jeanne Alter looked up at the man. “I’m in a good mood right now, so feel free to ask me anything.”

"That--"

Ian stared at the face that was almost identical to the one he remembered.

"I want to know why you hate Joan of Arc so much? It's like you want to beat her in everything..."

"Your goal is clearly just to take revenge on France, isn't it?"

"What does this have to do with Joan of Arc? Did she do something to wrong you?"

"..."

Jeanne Alter blinked and quickly answered.

"If you ask it like that—"

"In fact, I do not know."

"Huh?" Ian was taken aback.

"what do you mean?"

“It means exactly what it says.” Jeanne Alter tilted her head slightly. “I don’t know why I did it.”

"but--"

"I just hate her... I don't want to see her even for a second."

"I get really angry whenever she does something better than me!"

"..."

Jeanne Alter's answer was unexpected by Ian—he had thought she would at least give a reason.

That way, we might be able to find the right treatment.

But then again——

This attitude seems a bit familiar.

Could there be a problem with the summoning?

Just as the man was pondering, Jeanne Alter had already started a new topic.

"Hey!"

"Didn't you just say you weren't feeling quite comfortable here?"

“...Yes.” Ian tried his best to keep his words and actions consistent.

“Alright.” Jeanne Alter’s eyes sharpened.

"Since you don't feel comfortable here—"

"Then I'll just burn it to the ground tomorrow!"

224. Atalanta the Devotee / The Nature of a Witch / The Saintess Returning to Her Homeland (4k)

"..."

Upon hearing Jeanne Alter's words, Ian slowly stopped rubbing her head.

"What...did you say again?"

The Dragon Witch didn't seem to mind too much, and quickly raised her voice a few decibels before speaking again:

"I said--"

"Since you say you can't adapt to this place, then I'll just burn it down tomorrow!"

The reply was still straightforward.

Ian hesitated for a moment before continuing to answer.

"...Isn't it a bit much to do that?"

"Why not?" Jeanne Alter retorted to the man.

Those beautiful golden eyes exuded an unquestionable arrogance.

"Since there's no point in staying in a place like this anyway, let's just burn it down!"

"That's how it is—"