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

"because--"

"Kittens don't wear clothes in front of their owners."

"Eh?!"

The catgirl experienced the thrill of last night once again.

Her legs were trembling, but her tail was wagging.

"……I see."

For the next period of time, Atalanta carried out the deal.

On the surface, she is an Archer summoned by her Master Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

But in private, she is a docile cat, completely naked, in front of Ian.

Such a dual identity naturally brings about some superficial changes.

"Atalanta, why do you have a collar around your neck?" the Dragon Witch asked.

“…Decoration.” The catgirl seemed rather guilty.

"And what about the knee?"

"I got it during practice."

"That's it..."

While keeping it a secret, the catgirl gradually became addicted to this pleasure.

But their relationship was definitely not limited to that.

The miracle of Salatari was repeated time and again through the collaboration of the two.

Late at night, Jura.

This is a riverside city, now occupied by an evil dragon.

The city wall was deserted.

The naked kitten girl, being led by the rope around Ian's neck, slowly crawled forward—her tail swaying back and forth.

It's clear that she really enjoys taking walks with her owner late at night.

Just then, the catgirl's buttocks were gently kicked—an instruction to end the walk.

Atalanta knelt before the man, gently rubbing her cheek against the Noble Phantasm that she had used many times with her Master.

The man's hand quickly landed on her head.

The cat lady understood.

Whoosh whoosh.

The sweet sucking sounds echoed in the quiet night.

Ian gently stroked the catgirl's head as a reward—which made her tail wag even more vigorously.

At this moment, Atalanta had indeed become a man's tamed pet cat.

Having had her attributes fully awakened, she didn't dislike this kind of thing; on the contrary, she enjoyed it immensely.

While being served, Ian glanced into the distance and saw something unexpected.

Under the moonlight, a figure was walking unsteadily on the road into the city—a sign of serious injury.

And she...

She also appears to be one of Jeanne d'Arc Alter's Servants!

227. The Complete Fall of the Tower Cat / Jeanne d'Arc's Servant / The Witch's First Defeat (4k)

Ian did not make this response based on his first instinct.

As Jeanne Alter's Servant, Atalanta possesses a magical aura that is very easy to notice.

That is an existence that no magician could possibly ignore.

And now-

The servant who walked unsteadily, dragging her body step by step towards the city, possessed almost the same magical power as Atalanta.

The answer is obvious—she is also Jeanne d'Arc Alter's Servant!

The moment Ian realized this, he sensed that something was wrong more than he had imagined.

True.

The Hundred Years' War between England and France was a period filled with dragons and magic, but Servants like Atalanta, summoned by Jeanne d'Arc Alter, were not to be harmed by ordinary people.

After all, with the protection of the mystical side, they are actually far beyond what ordinary people can understand.

Of course, this is certainly not an invincible existence.

Even someone as strong as them can still be vulnerable to harm.

For example--

They encountered something as powerful as themselves.

To put it more directly, it refers to other Servants.

Ian hadn't forgotten the true nature of this singularity—a Holy Grail War that arose for reasons unknown.

Since it is the Holy Grail War, then something like this can basically be considered a conflict between Servants.

This is a concrete example that perfectly matches my previous assumptions.

Having grasped this point, Ian took a deep breath.

While it is indeed very comfortable to have Atalanta relentlessly refresh his Noble Phantasm like this, the man is not so incapable of distinguishing between what is important and what is urgent.

You can't let your second brother control you.

Otherwise, it would become the boss!

He stroked the catgirl's soft hair and spoke softly as she looked up at him.

"Atalanta, now..."

Within thirty seconds, the man clearly explained the current situation to the catgirl in front of him.

Although she was completely immersed in the pleasure of being disciplined, Atalanta quickly came to her senses.

"That--"

"What should we do now?!"

“Of course we’ll go take a look together,” Ian replied without hesitation. “This doesn’t seem like a normal situation at all.”

"..."

Atalanta blushed instantly when she saw the rope tied to the collar in the man's hand.

She lowered her head and nodded after a long while.

"Hmm... let's go then."

"..."

Ian thought for a moment before he understood what the catgirl meant—she was naked and willing to be led over like a pet.

This is a sign that one's mind and body have completely surrendered to oneself.

Realizing this, the man smiled, then bent down and ruffled her hair.

"Go change your clothes first."

"I don't like other people seeing my kitten like this."

Even though the person in front of her was a Servant just like herself, Atalanta felt that his words were more like commands than those of her Master, Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

She wagged her tail and then nodded.

"I know~"

A few minutes later.

Atalanta and Ian, now back in their Archer forms, hurried through the night streets of Jura.

Like the dozens of cities that were saved in the past, few people dare to wander around the Jura at night.

The reason is also very simple.

Everyone was terrified of the ruthless dragon witch, fearing that if she discovered them, they would be burned alive.

In comparison, staying at home like this is much safer.

But what they didn't know was that hiding at home was also a death sentence—it was just a little too late.

When the Dragon Witch sets her mind on killing, she will never let anyone escape.

However, these are not things that Ian and Atalanta should be considering right now.

At that moment, they had only one thought in mind: to get to the side of the seriously injured servant as soon as possible.

In the passageway from outside the city to inside, the man spotted the figure he had just witnessed on the city wall.

It was a mature woman wearing a blood-red robe.

Scattered around her were the masks that should have been on her face, and a rather exquisite scepter.

She herself was leaning against the wall of the passageway, clutching her abdomen, panting heavily, looking like she was on the verge of death.

Being able to get back here is probably nothing short of a miracle.

"Camilla?!"

Atalanta recognized the woman who was near death at a glance.

After greeting everyone on her own, the catgirl probably realized that Ian beside her probably didn't know Camilla, so she added another sentence.