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

Joan of Arc, still asleep, heard that mysterious voice once again.

She suddenly opened her eyes, only to see an unexpected scene.

But in front of her, a petite little girl was using a gun to shield herself from a blow from a blindfolded woman's staff.

Seeing that Joan of Arc had woken up behind her, she greeted her.

Good evening, Master.

"I am Elizabeth Bathory—a servant summoned at your command!"

"Now that you're awake—!"

"Then I'll have to use my Noble Phantasm without hesitation~"

In an instant, a thousand birds took flight.

That was a sound powerful enough to shake the earth.

Let's turn back time to the present.

Ian's feelings were a bit complicated at that moment.

He had anticipated that Camilla's death would have an impact on Atalanta, but he hadn't expected it to be so significant.

Even though the other party was just a cat that I had tamed for the sake of convenience.

But seeing how devastated he looked, Ian still felt a pang of sympathy.

and so--

He didn't leave Atalanta's side immediately, but instead comforted her until she fell asleep like a true boyfriend.

This process is not simple.

However, considering that many scenes might attract censorship if included in a novel, Ian decided to bury them deep in his memory and never mention them again.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

Just as the man confirmed that Atalanta was truly asleep and gently pushed open the door to leave, he saw an unexpected figure.

Jeanne Alter was standing with her hands on her hips, looking at Ian with a resentful expression as he came out of Atalanta's room.

"you--"

"What are you doing in her room?!"

"That's what the Dragon Witch asked."

228. Caught in the act of adultery / The witch's precious academic invitation / A kiss on the city wall (4k)

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward at that moment.

Rather than saying that Jeanne d'Arc Alter is a Master interrogating her Servants at this moment, it is more accurate to say that Jeanne d'Arc Alter is a Master interrogating her Servants.

Rather, she's more like a girlfriend who's gotten angry after witnessing her boyfriend come out of a love hotel across the street.

but--

Even with this misconception, Ian still sensed the faint killing intent emanating from the Dragon Witch's words.

Under these circumstances, it was naturally impossible for him to tell her the truth about what he and Atalanta had just done in the room.

After all, if she, as the Dragon Witch, were to truly become angry, no one could possibly know what would happen.

Fortunately, so much happened tonight—there are countless excuses to explain it all.

After thinking for a moment, Ian had already come up with a suitable answer.

Or rather—

The most original answer.

“I’m going to comfort Atalanta,” the man said.

"Comfort her?!"

Hearing this, Jeanne Alter became even more excited than before.

She slammed Ian against the wall with a thud, her beautiful golden eyes filled with obvious anxiety.

"Why did you comfort her?! Did she ask you to comfort her?! When did you start comforting her?! Why didn't you tell me you were going to comfort her before?! How did you comfort her?! How long did you comfort her?! How many times did you comfort her?! What was her reaction after you comforted her?! Was it good or bad?!"

Tell me now!

"..."

To be fair, despite being mentally prepared, Jeanne Alter's performance still surprised Ian.

This was the first time he had ever seen her so excited—she had asked so many questions in less than ten seconds.

This is an astonishing performance, and also a situation beyond the realm of common sense.

At this moment, Ian couldn't help but feel grateful that he had a reason to explain everything.

Otherwise, if we were to actually face these issues, it would take days and nights to explain them clearly.

"Don't be impatient yet."

Ian gently stroked the head of Black Jeanne in front of him—a gesture that Nagi didn't dislike, but rather quite enjoyed.

"Let me explain first."

"..."

Jeanne Alter did not respond directly to Ian, but the slightly subdued look in her eyes was enough to prove that she acquiesced to his actions.

"Sigh." The man sighed, and then began to explain.

"Just now... Camilla, who was defeated, escaped back here."

"Huh?! Where is she now?!"

"Disappeared."

"To be precise, it disappeared before my and Atalanta's eyes."

Ian's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for the woman in front of him to understand what had happened that night.

Although there was some malice involved.

But the man felt that the Black Joan of Arc before him might not care much about Camilla's death—this was just a convenient explanation.

However, the Dragon Witch's reaction was almost identical to Atalanta's.

She revealed a ferocious expression, her skin taut and tense, a stark contrast to her previous demeanor.

"who is it……"

"Who killed Camilla?!"

The roar of the Dragon Witch echoed throughout the entire corridor.

It was a voice that inspired fear, radiating waves of anger.

Ian could feel the magic surging wildly within Jeanne Alter, as if it would set her ablaze at any moment.

She is not as heartless as she appears, but rather a Master who values ​​her Servants highly.

After a moment's hesitation, Ian decided to tell Jeanne Alter Camilla's last words.

“As Camilla entrusted to me and Atalanta—”

"This is the result of her failed attempt to ambush 'the other you'."

Jeanne Alter's eyes widened in an instant, completely losing the girlfriend-like demeanor she displayed when "catching someone cheating."

Instead, there was a near-mad shouting.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Where is that woman?! I'm going to kill her!!!"

Realizing that Jeanne Alter might go berserk if things continued this way, Ian wanted to stop things from going in that direction.

"Don't worry."

"There will definitely be an opportunity... Now, let's think about what to do next?"

Perhaps, as Atalanta said, Ian is a very special being to Jeanne Alter.

After the man made this suggestion, the Dragon Witch's emotions gradually calmed down.

Then she realized a problem.

"That--"

"Isn't Atalanta in a terrible mood right now?!"

"No, I have to go see her!"

Jeanne Alter's efficiency remains as impressive as ever.

The moment that thought crossed her mind, she bypassed the man in front of her and went into the catgirl's room alone.

There is no other way.

Ian could only follow behind her, returning once again to the room they had just left.

“Atalanta,” Jeanne Alter cried.

"Eh?!"

Hearing Jeanne Alter's voice, Atalanta awoke from her dazed state.

The catgirl looked at her master and Ian, her true "master," beside her, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

To know--

She was in bed, having just been disciplined by Ian and fallen asleep.

Her fair body was completely unclothed, and between her legs was a source of magical energy left behind by a man.

You could say that once it's discovered...