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

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She was being held tightly in the blankets by the man, her breath hot, while her hand slowly moved towards a certain place.

So hot……

I really want to be...

In the darkness, the fountain bursts forth.

A certain attribute of the girl was fully developed that night.

226. Atalanta as a Pet / Rescue Plan Completed / The Familiar Holy Grail (4k)

The next day.

"..."

Atalanta, upon waking from her sleep, felt embarrassed looking at the marks on her hands.

She never imagined that a man she had only just met would evoke such a reaction in her.

but--

Looking at the marks on her hands, the catgirl glanced around before finally lowering her head and licking them.

Immediately, her tail began to wag—a sign of pleasure.

Atalanta surprisingly found that this feeling wasn't so bad.

She even began to look forward to what the man meant by "training".

It's going to be even more exciting than last night, right?

No.

Can't think about it anymore.

Otherwise, we'll have to...

We need to get moving quickly—today we're going to protect the children!

Realizing this, Atalanta reluctantly wiped the marks off her hands before taking action.

She needed to make sure she wouldn't be discovered by her Master, Jeanne Alter.

and so--

Atalanta planned to wait until she was certain that Ian's operation had truly begun before she would do what she needed to do.

This is definitely not an attempt to eavesdrop on what they're doing!

Having successfully persuaded his catgirl, he leaned gently against the door, trying to catch any sounds coming from inside the room as quietly as possible.

The cat's ears, which were leaning against the door, twitched and looked very clever.

It must be said that her hearing is indeed quite good.

Jeanne Alter's laughter and some fragmented words reached the catgirl's ears.

"Interesting...maybe...we'll give it a try."

"Hmm... right now."

Atalanta reacted quickly.

Even though it was just a few words, she knew perfectly well that this was Ian's successful performance.

This means that the other party has fulfilled their promise.

The most sensible thing to do is for Atalanta to cherish this hard-won time and leave immediately.

But at this moment, the catgirl found herself hesitant to take a step—she was very concerned about what would happen next.

This idea quickly received a "response".

Boom!

The door in front of the catgirl was slammed shut.

Then, the sounds she had heard outside the bathroom door came into Atalanta's ears once again.

They started—!

This time, it's an extremely close listening session!

"..."

The catgirl's cheeks instantly heated up to their maximum temperature.

She could even imagine what was happening on the other side of the door.

Her hands started moving involuntarily once again.

Crash.

The events of the night repeated themselves once again.

After the initial pleasure subsided, Atalanta, breathing out hot air, suddenly realized that she had lost sight of what was important.

Once she regained consciousness, covered in a mess, she quickly left the "crime scene."

Only the marks on the ground remain, telling the story of what the catgirl had just experienced.

The other side of the door.

Jeanne d'Arc Alter, having suffered a crushing defeat, was watching Ian with great interest.

Her face flushed, and her eyes shone with uncontrollable excitement.

"Just how many more tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

"……a lot of."

"Really?" Jeanne Alter moved closer, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and started to act coquettishly like a girlfriend.

"That really is something I can't figure out."

"Isn't this bad?"

"Of course it would be great~" The Dragon Witch's eyes became a little dreamy. "Otherwise, why would I let you try it so quickly?"

"..."

Ian felt a little conflicted at that moment.

After all, the Jeanne d'Arc in front of her had an appearance that was almost exactly the same as her adopted sister Jeanne d'Arc in her memory.

While she was saying such shameless things, she was also inevitably affecting her stepsister's image.

said with no exaggeration.

The man had hallucinated several times that his adopted sister Joan of Arc was saying these words to him.

That's a quagmire where you could easily get stuck if you're not careful.

Fortunately, Ian was clear-headed enough that he wasn't trapped inside and unable to escape.

“That’s right—!”

After enjoying the ultimate pleasure, Jeanne d'Arc Alter seemed to suddenly remember something.

I accidentally fell asleep yesterday, and I haven't done what I promised you yet.

"What did you promise me?"

"Yes." Jeanne Alter nodded. "I told you I would show you the Holy Grail, didn't I?"

"..."

Ian never expected that Jeanne Alter would still remember this.

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"Yes, you did say that."

"Hmm~"

"Then I'll show you now."

Jeanne Alter was completely unconcerned about her body, which was still oozing magical energy into the ground—or rather, she was unconcerned in front of men.

Naked, she began to gather something in front of Ian.

Black light began to shimmer around the room, gradually coalescing in the Dragon Witch's hand.

In the end, this light transformed into a glittering golden cup.

It is emitting some kind of indescribable substance.

Ian immediately realized something.

The Holy Grail was extremely important to Jeanne d'Arc Alter—so it was naturally not something she could just leave lying around.

Given this, what is the safest way to handle this situation?

That's right.

That is to carry the Holy Grail with you at all times.

The Dragon Witch successfully "split" the Holy Grail into something that resembled magic in some unknown way.

She will only present it in this way when she wants it to appear.

The witch who intended to destroy the country was not as foolish as she seemed!