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

"At least it can be made more interesting!"

"After the fire is burned, we'll have nowhere to go, won't we?"

"Nowhere to go?" Jeanne Alter gave a dismissive smile. "How could there be nowhere to go?"

"France still has so much land."

"If all else fails... then just find any city, kill everyone in it, and then we'll have somewhere to go, right?"

"..."

A direct and extremely vicious statement.

Jeanne Alter spoke of extremely cruel and terrifying things in an extremely light tone.

At this moment, although she was completely naked, she was a genuine witch who would destroy a nation.

Ian regretted the excuse he had just used to brush her off.

Jeanne Alter was unaware of the change in the man's mindset—she only knew that his performance just now had perfectly met her requirements.

"okay."

"I've almost finished my bath."

Jeanne Alter stood up.

The moonlight shining through the window fell on the Dragon Witch, highlighting her snow-white skin.

"It's time to show you the Holy Grail."

"Come to my room later—it's at the other end of the hallway."

"correct."

Jeanne Alter licked her lips.

"Let's do it again before going to bed, okay?"

"..."

“Silence means you agree,” the girl said, speaking up for the man on her own initiative.

"Then I'll go to my room now."

"Come over quickly after you've washed up."

After saying this, the Dragon Witch dressed herself, opened the door, and headed to the other end of the corridor.

Ian was left standing there, frozen in place by her violent words.

To be fair, whether the people in this city live or die doesn't really matter to Ian.

But the thought that they had fallen into this deadly predicament because of his words made the man feel somewhat uncomfortable.

He certainly didn't have the kind of meddlesome kindness.

But he's definitely not the kind of jerk who would try to get away with all the trouble he's caused.

But having said that——

What should we do now?

Just as Ian was pondering what countermeasures he should take, an unexpected figure pushed open the bathroom door and appeared in front of him.

Atalanta entered during the gap after Jeanne Alter left.

however--

This is a bathroom.

When the catgirl servant barged in, all she saw was the man's masculine and alluring body.

Unlike Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who had zero access to forbidden knowledge, Atalanta was extremely knowledgeable in this area.

The moment her gaze met Ian's, she instinctively looked towards an extremely awkward spot.

Then, the catgirl's ears perked up, and she began muttering a sentence as if possessed.

"This size... is way too big."

"..."

Although he doesn't dislike being praised by girls for his performance in this area, Ian isn't so perverted as to want to hear such praise anytime, anywhere.

Moreover, I am currently thinking about something quite important.

The man lowered his voice and spoke with obvious displeasure:

"Atalanta."

"Breaking in while someone is taking a shower is a very impolite thing to do."

"..."

After Ian said that, the catgirl snapped out of her surprise at seeing the enormous object.

She immediately averted her gaze and then apologized in a very sincere tone.

"sorry."

“I didn’t want to do this either—but this is the only time I have the chance to see you alone.”

"..."

Men are not oblivious.

He could tell there was something hidden in her words, so he stood up.

His robust body cast a large, dark shadow in the room, illuminated by the moonlight behind him.

"so--"

"What exactly do you want to say while she's not around?"

Upon hearing this, Atalanta glanced at the other end of the corridor—the direction where Jeanne Alter had just left.

"There isn't enough time to talk right now."

She looked back at the man before her and spoke quite earnestly:

"Could you come to the rooftop tonight?"

"..."

They met in the bathroom.

Outside the village of Domremi, now reduced to ruins.

After a long and arduous journey, Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group finally reunited with Mash and Fou near the village.

"Mash—!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka waved happily upon seeing her Servant again.

"Eh?!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Mash, who was sitting under the tree, looked up and saw her true Master.

"Ritsuka—!"

"You are finally here!"

"Fu!" Fu Fu called out as well.

"Hehehe." Fujimaru Ritsuka grinned and rubbed her hands together. "Sorry, sorry."

"The path of this era is much more complicated than imagined... It's full of twists and turns, wasting a lot of time."

"is it?"

Mashu wiped her eyes.

"It's okay~ It's already great to be able to reunite with you all... I thought I would never see you again."

"How could that be! You are my servant!"

"I told Ian—we need to become good friends!"

In stark contrast to the excitement that Fujimaru Ritsuka showed upon seeing Mash, Mordred was now much more somber than before.

Because she discovered that only Mash and Fou were left there, while her father was nowhere to be found.

She clenched her fist, looked at the pink-haired girl in front of her, and said:

"Where...is my Master?"

"..."

Upon hearing this question, Mashu's expression instantly turned guilty.

She recalled the scene in her mind when Ian was taken away by "Joan of Arc".

"I'm sorry, Mordred."

"I failed to protect my senior... He was taken away by 'Joan of Arc'."

"..."

Mordred hadn't intended to make things difficult for Mashu—after all, she was her father's preferred girlfriend.

Seeing her bowing her head in apology, the mischievous boy quickly toned down his accusatory tone and began to comfort her:

"It's okay!"

"My Master is very powerful... Even if he gets captured, there definitely won't be any problems!"

"Maybe he's already won over that Joan of Arc!"

"Yes, really?"

Hearing this, Mashu's hope was rekindled—she was genuinely afraid that Ian would get into trouble because of her inadequacy.

Just then, a gentle voice cautiously entered the girls' conversation.

"that--"

"I really don't want to interrupt your reminiscing... but could I join in?"