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

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Over the next few minutes, Atalanta told the man before her about her past.

It includes the story of how she was abandoned by her father, the king, and her mother, the queen, who wanted a son, and how she survived to adulthood with the help of the people in the forest.

These are all true stories that happened to her.

Therefore, whenever Atalanta talks about sad things or recalls the past, she always seems a little lost.

And Ian would very gentlemanly offer her a shoulder to lean on at this time, gently soothing the catgirl's emotions.

The distance between the two grew closer and closer during this process.

After the story ended and Atalanta had calmed down, the man spoke again:

"So it's because you've experienced something like this yourself... that you don't want other children to go through it too?"

"So, in that case—"

"Atalanta, you're quite kind."

"Really?" The catgirl blushed slightly upon hearing this. "I just felt that I had to do it."

"Otherwise, wouldn't I be letting down the kindness of those who took care of me?"

"makes sense."

Ian nodded, indicating that he agreed with Atalanta's statement.

However, he quickly seemed to remember something and asked again:

"So that's how it is—"

"I don't seem to know the class you summoned this time. Could you let me know?"

After that exchange, Atalanta had opened her heart to Ian.

She readily agreed to this simple request.

"Well, I see."

As she made this promise, a large amount of magical power began to gather in the catgirl's hands—Ian knew this was a process that a Servant would inevitably go through when summoning their Noble Phantasm.

This also further confirmed the man's initial guess.

The singularity in France here is essentially a Holy Grail War.

If this Holy Grail War can be ended, then perhaps this singularity can be repaired.

With the magic fully gathered, a black-handled bow with gold patterns appeared in Atalanta's fair hand.

She held it tightly and then showed it to Ian.

"This is the Bow of the Sky (Tauropolos)."

“Tauropolos, huh?” Ian nodded. “Then it seems you’re an Archer.”

"Ah."

Atalanta responded to the man by raising her hand.

The Tauropolos then disappeared from their sight.

"And what about you? What's your rank? Can you tell me?"

Realizing that Atalanta seemed to genuinely consider him one of Jeanne d'Arc Alter's Servants, Ian had no intention of changing her mind.

He used his memory projection ability to conjure up the Excalibur Galatine.

Although it is essentially a fake, it is difficult to detect at this time due to the late hour and lack of light.

"So it's Saber (the swordsman)?"

Atalanta nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly realized a very fundamental question.

"Oh right...you're also a Master's Servant."

"Asking you to do this is tantamount to asking you to betray her, isn't it?"

"How could I forget something like that... What an idiot."

Hearing the catgirl's ramblings to him, Ian couldn't help but find Atalanta somewhat adorable.

Her personality is typically cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

Before you're familiar with someone, even speaking a sentence can be very difficult.

But once you get to know her, you'll realize that she's actually a very considerate person.

But this is not surprising.

If it weren't for this personality trait, I wouldn't even consider the issue of children.

Ian stared at the catgirl in front of him for a while, then suddenly asked a strange question.

"Atalanta, where is your room?"

"...beside the Master."

Upon hearing this, the man immediately bent down and picked her up.

"Eh?!"

Atalanta, who was being carried in a princess carry, was somewhat at a loss.

"Ian, what are you doing?"

"Sh-don't talk."

"..."

Although she didn't know what the man wanted to do, the catgirl found that it was quite comfortable, so she stopped making a sound and stayed in his arms like a kitten.

tap--

In the dead of night, Ian carried Atalanta through the building and eventually returned to her room.

There was a pop.

The catgirl was placed on the bed—and she began to sense that something was wrong.

Is he going to...?

However, Atalanta's delusion was quickly shattered by the man's next words.

He then spoke:

"I accept your request."

"but--"

"I hope you don't just go to save the children, but to get everyone out of here."

"After all, even if you rescue the children, they will only die if no one takes care of them."

"Eh?"

Atalanta paused for a moment—she realized he had agreed to her request.

"Then what are you going to do?"

“It’s not what I plan to do.” Ian sat down next to the catgirl and took her hand.

"It's about how you do it."

"How do I do that?"

"Hmm." The man nodded. "Stop the Master from burning the city is absolutely impossible."

"so--"

"We need to change our approach, which is to delay."

"I can probably stall until noon tomorrow... This is your chance to get the others to leave, understand?"

"..."

Atalanta understood what Ian meant by "dragging it out"—she and her Master Jeanne Alter had been entangled in a passionate embrace until noon after waking up.

And I need to get these people to leave during this time!

This is a plan that uses oneself as a tool!

However, it must be said that it is indeed feasible, and may even be the most effective way at present!

Atalanta pondered for a moment and nodded:

"it should be OK."

"That's good." Ian stood up. "It's getting late, you should rest. I'm going back."

"Eh?!"

Seeing the man preparing to leave, Atalanta hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed him.

"What's wrong?" Ian turned around.

"..."

The catgirl blushed slightly as she looked at the man in front of her.

Aren't you going to play a trick on me?