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

"Why do you ask?"

Jeanne Alter moved forward a little, her cheek almost touching Ian's.

She had absolutely no sense of propriety in front of him.

Is this kind of thing really that important?

"It's not that it's important," Ian said calmly.

"I was just a little curious."

"If you can't say it... then just pretend I never mentioned it."

Ian didn't intend to ask any further questions.

After all, once it was known that this thing was the Holy Grail that Rafe had buried, its corresponding informational value decreased considerably.

After all, we had already encountered a similar situation once in Singularity F.

If this arouses suspicion from Jeanne Alter, then it won't be worth it.

however--

As soon as Ian mentioned it, Jeanne Alter began to explain the origin of the Holy Grail.

“It was given to me by Caster (the magician)... as a gift to celebrate my arrival on this land.”

At this point, the Dragon Witch revealed a smile.

"You see, I'm not the only one who wants to destroy France, am I?"

"..."

The man sensed that Jeanne Alter was seeking some strange sense of belonging.

She didn't seem very confident in her actions.

Okay, let's not talk about this anymore~

Jeanne d'Arc in black, who was wrapped around the man's neck, revealed an expression of unsatisfied desire.

"Get hard already."

"I...want more."

Ian didn't say anything more, he just nodded silently.

Following his agreement with Atalanta, he began using his own body to delay Jeanne Alter in a one-for-one exchange.

The room once again echoed with the cries of the Dragon Witch enjoying sexual bliss.

Everything is proceeding according to plan.

Ian kept making Jeanne Alter do her favorite things in order to buy Atalanta enough time to carry out her plan.

The catgirl wasn't idle either.

Her figure moved constantly through the city.

finally--

Just as the sun was hanging low in the sky, Atalanta's voice came from outside the door once again.

"Master, it's already noon."

At first glance, this sounds like a reminder to Jeanne Alter to be mindful of the time.

But Ian, who understood the plan, knew that this was the catgirl indicating that she was ready.

After cleanly and efficiently leaving a source of magic within the Dragon Witch's body, the man proceeded with the second step of his plan.

"It seems... we need to get down to business."

Although somewhat disappointed, Jeanne Alter didn't complain much.

"……Too."

"You can serve me well once we get to the new place."

The evil dragon roared, its giant wings unfurling.

The Dragon Witch, her belly brimming with ○ fluid, commanded her evil dragons to begin burning down the border city of Salateri.

Her smile was arrogant and unrestrained, echoing in the sky like a demonic sound.

Looking at the terrifying curtain of fire from the ground, Ian felt a mix of emotions.

If no evacuation measures had been taken before she did these things—

At this very moment, this place would probably have turned into a living hell.

Just as the man was feeling relieved, a hand gently poked him.

Ian turned around and saw that it was Atalanta.

"It is you."

“Hmm.” Atalanta nodded.

"The plan was a success—she didn't see through my disguise."

"Hmm... but how did you get the people in the city to leave?"

"Just say you want to burn the city down."

"I see."

"..."

"..."

The two fell into a mysterious silence.

After a long while, Ian took the initiative to break the strange atmosphere.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Knowing that she couldn't possibly hide it from Ian, Atalanta spoke directly:

"Speaking of which... did you already save a child the day you returned with your Master?"

"...It seems there is such a thing."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"What's there to say?" Ian smiled calmly. "It's just saving a child. Do you expect the whole world to know?"

"That's not something I like to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man felt a dampness on his cheeks.

He quickly realized what had happened—Atalanta had taken the initiative to kiss him.

"you……"

"Don't misunderstand." The catgirl looked at Ian in front of her, her face flushed.

"This is just a thank-you gift."

"Thank you for saving that child, and thank you for cooperating with me in this matter."

"You're welcome." Ian patted her head. "We just happen to have similar interests."

"That's not what I said."

Atalanta, whose head was being patted, did not object to such behavior from the man.

Her tail was swaying gently behind her.

"You...you could have refused me, couldn't you?"

"After all, I know that not everyone likes children as much as I do."

“Fine.” Ian didn’t intend to refute her. “If you think this way of understanding is better, then just think of me as a great philanthropist.”

"Ah."

The catgirl nodded, then blushed again.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

"That deal... have you figured out how to proceed?"

"..."

Ian gave a knowing smile.

Are you in such a hurry?

“It’s not that I’m in a hurry,” Atalanta retorted softly. “It’s just… that I don’t want to owe you anything.”

"Okay, I just happened to have an idea of ​​how to train you."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the catgirl's throat moved slightly.

"What is it?"

"It's simple... just act like a cat in front of me in private."

"To be a cat? Does that mean to learn from cats?"

"Ah."

"..."

Atalanta was somewhat deflated—she had expected something even more exciting to come.

They should at least be at the level of their own Master, right?

"Just imitating a cat... it shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

"It's actually quite difficult."

"It's quite difficult?"

“Yes,” Ian whispered in Atalanta’s ear.