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

225. The Corruption of the Catgirl / Atalanta's Hidden Attribute / Special Operation Plan (4k)

Atalanta's demands for peace were quite straightforward.

That's the level where, once you agree, you can start doing it right here with her.

As a healthy man, Ian certainly wasn't so indifferent as to have no interest in sex.

But he is by no means the kind of person whose upper body malfunctions as soon as his lower body starts working.

The man first withdrew his hand from Atalanta's flat chest, then took a small step back to maintain a safe distance from the catgirl.

"Your deal certainly sounds very tempting."

"but--"

"It sounds dangerous too, so I'm sorry to decline."

Ian's answer surprised Atalanta.

Clearly, she never expected the other party to choose to avoid her despite her taking such initiative.

"What danger is there?!" the catgirl said anxiously. "I just need your help with something!"

"I know."

Ian's thoughts did not become chaotic as Atalanta's anxiety.

He accurately grasped the key information in the other person's words.

"But you clearly said... you wanted me to help save the children of Saratelli, didn't you?"

"you--"

The man's gaze sharpened as he spoke.

"Did they know in advance that they would be harmed?"

"..."

Atalanta's tail stood on end—she realized that what she had just said seemed to have revealed too much information.

Ian naturally noticed all of this very obvious change.

He knew his prediction.

“Tell me the truth—” the man said, looking directly at her, “if you really want to ask me for a favor.”

Atalanta's cat ears drooped down.

That's the kind of behavior she exhibits when her weaknesses are completely exploited.

Her throat was moving slightly, and it took her a long time to stammer out a single sentence.

"It was... when you and Master... were taking a bath together."

"Well, back then, and then what?"

"Then... I eavesdropped outside."

"..."

To be fair, Ian was not surprised at all by Atalanta's answer; in fact, he found it quite reasonable.

The reason is simple.

Jeanne Alter had just left the bathroom when she rushed in.

He simply couldn't believe that such a coincidence could happen without some kind of manipulation involved.

However, if this happens—

New problems have arisen.

"So you listened to the whole thing from outside?" Ian finally pointed out the key point.

"..."

Atalanta's cheeks instantly reached their maximum temperature.

The sounds her master made while he was making love with the strong man in front of her echoed in her mind.

It was a lewd sound that would evoke all sorts of fantasies just by listening to it outside.

"Can I not answer this question?" Atalanta asked, blushing with immense shame.

“Of course you can.” The man shrugged. “But if that’s the case, I’ll leave right now.”

"I don't want to waste my time on someone who isn't even willing to explain the situation clearly."

"..."

At this moment, Atalanta finally understood what it meant to be limited by others.

Her lips trembled for a long time before she was finally forced to utter that simple one-word reply.

"Ah."

After admitting to this, Atalanta lowered her head.

She already imagined how disdainful the man in front of her would look at her—after all, this situation was indeed a bit too much.

However, things took an unexpected turn for the better than the catgirl had anticipated.

She did hear a man's voice.

but--

That was just a casual command.

“Atalanta, lift your head and look at me.”

"..."

The man's words contained no hint of contempt, nor any reproach for the eavesdropping.

Atalanta's two cat ears twitched slightly, and finally she slowly raised her head.

What she saw was the man's gaze, tinged with pity.

In an instant, the catgirl blushed once again.

This time, however, she blushed not because she was thinking about matters between men and women—but simply because her heart beat a little faster the moment their eyes met.

but--

This feeling of a racing heart didn't last long.

Because the man's next sentence is also a command.

"I don't think your purpose is to deliberately listen to that kind of thing."

"So--"

"Tell me your deeper thoughts."

The man was clearly digging deeper, but Atalanta felt a desire to submit.

Her throat moved slightly before she began to explain her deeper thoughts:

“Master… this isn’t the first time Jiao has burned a city.”

“But she never tells us when she’s going to do this, and you seem to be an exception.”

"so--"

"so I……"

Feeling ashamed, Atalanta didn't continue speaking, but that was enough for Ian to understand her meaning.

"To put it simply, you want to get information from me about when she will take action."

"And you think that as long as I'm willing to do it, I can achieve this, right?"

"...More or less." The catgirl, her embarrassment reaching its peak, bit her lip. "Isn't that how it is?"

"But isn't this a big problem?"

Ian moved forward a little, deliberately restoring the distance he had just created to its original position.

"She is your Master."

"And you are her servant."

“Then—” The man’s gaze fell on Atalanta, still holding a hint of caution.

"Shouldn't you just do whatever she does?"

"..."

Atalanta felt a little embarrassed by what was said, so she turned her head away and deliberately avoided the other person's gaze.

"Theoretically, that should be the case."

"but--"

"As a Servant, I also have things that I care about."

“Like children?” Ian said.

“Yes.” Atalanta nodded. “I cannot accept that children should perish in flames because of the Master’s actions.”

"But I can't bring myself to talk to her about this... Do you understand what I mean?"

“…Hmm.” Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"Then why do you only want to save children? Aren't the adults in this city important to you?"

"..."

Now, Atalanta knew that the man before her had pretty much dug out her thoughts.

It's simply impossible to conceal the initial motive.

She figured she might as well just throw caution to the wind and blurt it all out.

"The thing is like this..."