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

There is also an insurmountable gap in strength between Mash and Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

She could do absolutely nothing except defend Joan of Arc.

unless--

What forces could possibly reverse this situation?

And that's exactly what happened.

"Clarent, the King's Sword of Brilliance!"

The sound of Mordred activating her Noble Phantasm rang out—it was a full-force attack from her as she realized the situation was dire.

A lightning-fast beam of light shot from afar, heading straight for Jeanne Alter.

That was an attack comparable to Excalibur.

Although Jeanne Alter sensed the powerful magical fluctuations, she was too focused on killing Mash to avoid them.

but--

She was also unharmed.

Because at the moment Mordred activated her Noble Phantasm, a voice also came from behind Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

"Excalibur Morgan!"

A dark, sinister beam of light erupted from behind the Dragon Witch, clashing with the beam emitted by the Clarent sword.

Boom!

A massive explosion erupted on the ground, physically separating the people who had been facing each other.

Amidst the smoke of the explosion, Ian and Atalanta emerged one after the other from the city of Jura, then came to Jeanne Alter's side and helped her up.

The man's gaze swept over his companions who had arrived at this anomaly together, as if he had a thousand words he wanted to say.

But in the end, he only looked at Joan of Arc.

The man's lips moved slightly, but he quickly regained his usual calm.

In front of everyone, he leaned close to Jeanne Alter and whispered in her ear.

That was an expression of extreme intimacy—just like on the city wall.

The Dragon Witch looked at the man beside her, smiled and nodded, then gently kissed him and whistled.

Several evil dragons flew in from afar and stopped beside her.

This clearly indicates that they are leaving.

"Dad!" Mordred called out first, extremely anxious.

"Senpai!" Mashu called out anxiously.

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to shout something along.

However, due to the battle just now, she had consumed too much magic power and could only gasp for breath.

however--

The girls' cries had no effect.

Ian gave them a meaningful look, then picked up Jeanne d'Arc Alter beside him and sat with her on the evil dragon, as if he had always belonged to her side.

Atalanta drew her bowstring taut, remaining on guard, and mounted another evil dragon.

The dragon roared and the fire ignited.

In a raging storm, the evil dragons unleashed a devastating fire upon the Jura before flying away into the distance.

But as she watched the figure fly further and further away, Joan of Arc's mind was filled with the man's silent words.

That was a lip shape that only someone who had lived with her for over a decade could understand.

"Jeanne, don't reveal our relationship."

"Then--"

"Go find more Servants and come to Orleans with them!"

231. Jeanne Alter's Forced Marriage / The Man Who Betrayed Chaldea / The Lord's Response (4k)

Things don't happen for no reason; there must be a reason for their occurrence.

The same applies to the series of decisions Ian made.

Time returns to sunrise, after the first kiss with Jeanne Alter.

The Dragon Witch's enthusiasm is not limited to the exchange of magic.

She was also completely absorbed in such direct physical contact.

If she hadn't been having difficulty breathing, she probably wouldn't have ended such a passionate kiss.

"call--"

Jeanne Alter exhaled a breath of hot air, her flushed face filled with the word "pleasure".

"Hey!" she said loudly, wiping her mouth.

"Is this what they call kissing?!"

"...You actually know about this kind of thing?"

"What do you mean I actually know about this?!" The Dragon Witch was somewhat displeased by Ian's surprise.

"Can't I just see others do this and then know about it?"

That makes perfect sense.

After all, kissing is definitely easier to do than something like replenishing magic.

“Okay, it was my fault.” Ian didn’t intend to argue with Jeanne Alter any further.

After all, admitting some minor mistakes cleanly and decisively is not a fatal thing.

but--

Jeanne Alter had more to say than just these things.

She wrapped her arms around Ian's neck, her eyes filled with a subtle, almost imperceptible affection.

"Speaking of which-"

What does marriage mean?

"Huh?" Ian was a little puzzled when he was suddenly asked such a question.

Why are you suddenly asking this?

"Don't answer questions with questions," Jeanne Alter commanded domineeringly.

"Answer my question first, and we can talk about whatever it is later!"

"..."

Ian felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

correct.

Joan of Arc also asked herself a similar question.

but--

The answer from back then cannot be directly applied to Jeanne d'Arc Alter in the present situation.

After all, although the two look almost identical, their thinking and behavior patterns are completely different.

After thinking for a moment, the man gave his answer to the question.

If you insist on asking this—

"Then I think...marriage should refer to a more advanced relationship."

"A further relationship?"

Jeanne Alter frowned slightly, seemingly not quite understanding what Ian meant by that.

"Mm." The man nodded.

"Because I feel that the current relationship is not enough to connect with each other... so we need to get to know each other better."

"This is probably what marriage is all about."

"I see……"

After hearing the man's words, Jeanne Alter suddenly understood.

But her problems don't seem to be over yet.

Soon, the dragon witch asked again.

"That--"

"If we compare it to the relationship between a Servant and a Servant, which one would be considered a more advanced level?"

“…I think we should still get married,” Ian replied.

"After all, Servants still have some contractual obligations, while marriage is more of a matter of personal choice."

"In comparison, the latter is naturally more pure, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter's eyes gleamed slightly.

Right now, she looks like a little kid who's been promised a toy.

"What preparations are needed for getting married? Is it very complicated?"

"..."

After briefly recalling the secret wedding officiated by Charles VII, Ian, overcome with emotion, quickly shook his head.

"Do not."