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

At least--

It's definitely not possible right now.

During the time the catgirl was reflecting on her actions, Jeanne Alter also enjoyed a pleasurable time on the dragon's back.

She, already as plump as a cream puff, hooked her arms around the man's neck and exhaled a soft breath.

"Carry me down," she whispered in his ear.

Obviously.

Jeanne Alter may not have realized that what she was doing was no different from a girlfriend whining.

She simply felt that she could get something she wanted from it—and that was enough.

However, Ian didn't intend to say anything more about it.

After all, it was just carrying her downstairs; that kind of thing was quite easy to do.

"……it is good."

The man embraced Joan of Arc—she was much lighter than he had imagined.

He leaped off the dragon's back and landed quite smoothly on the ground.

The catgirl managed to calm herself down at this moment.

She put away her Tauropolos and walked towards the two who had landed.

"Master, and Ian too."

"Atalanta."

Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who was being held, responded softly—she seemed to quite enjoy being held in Ian's arms.

"Thank you for staying vigilant the whole way."

“That’s not true.” The catgirl shook her head. “Protecting the Master is simply the duty of the Archer.”

"but--"

A flicker of doubt crossed Atalanta's eyes.

"There's one question I haven't been able to figure out along the way."

"Ok?"

Jeanne Alter's gaze fell on Atalanta, who had uttered those words.

She frowned slightly.

"Problem? What problem?"

“Well…” Atalanta’s expression was somewhat complicated, “I… don’t understand why we have to retreat.”

Just as the catgirl confessed.

Although both Joan of Arcs suffered considerable damage after Ian's Excalibur Morgan was unleashed.

but--

Atalanta, with her keen senses unique to Archers, quickly determined that her side still held an absolute advantage.

Even if Clarent and Excalibur Morgan continue to fight to a draw.

I'm sure I'll have the upper hand when facing that Shielder who's clearly weaker.

This was an excellent opportunity to attack, but it was all turned into a mirage because of a single word about retreating.

Atalanta, born a hunter, naturally couldn't understand such a thing at all.

but--

In stark contrast to the catgirl's bewildered state, Jeanne Alter was fully aware of why she was doing what she was doing.

She looked up, and in Atalanta's sight, gently kissed Ian, then, with a touch of the warmth she received from him, explained the reason.

"Of course we have to retreat."

"because--"

"I want to come back here with him and get married."

"Wha, what?!"

Atalanta couldn't have imagined that Jeanne Alter would give this reason.

The reason her Master gave up the attack was because he wanted to come back and marry her Servant?!

That can't be right!

……

No.

Other Masters might not do this, but for her, it was perfectly reasonable.

after all--

The way she looks at Ian usually seems off.

That's not the attitude a Master should have towards their Servants.

This has already been proven by various transgressions between men and women in the past.

Giving up the fight immediately for the sake of marriage is something she is indeed capable of doing!

Having completed the logical sorting, Atalanta's gaze fell on Ian, who was holding Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

The catgirl's eyes held a more cautious, probing look.

Ian fully understood the implication—it was a question asking himself whether what Jeanne Alter had just said was true.

There's no point in hiding it.

The man simply nodded.

"..."

Atalanta's expression showed a hint of disappointment for a moment, but she quickly composed herself.

She thought she had kept everything perfectly in the dark, but little did she know that Ian had already noticed the change—he just hadn't said it out loud.

"I see... I understand."

"That--"

"Master, when do you plan to hold this wedding?"

"I haven't decided yet," Jeanne Alter replied happily, "but it shouldn't be too long."

"Once I find out what Caster needs to do, I'll get started immediately."

"but--"

"Before that, there is one more thing I must accomplish."

Jeanne Alter turned to look at Ian, her eyes showing a hint of adorable affection, like that of a young girlfriend.

"Dear~"

"Put me down."

Atalanta appeared quite indifferent upon hearing this title.

But at that moment, her tail stood up—a most instinctive reaction to jealousy.

Although Ian realized this, he could only follow Jeanne d'Arc's wishes and put her on the ground.

The Dragon Witch, having returned to the earth, immediately began her next move.

She reverted to her cold demeanor and spoke with unwavering clarity:

"Although I really want to get married, knowing that the other person has so many other people in their life—"

"We definitely need to do something more."

"I want them to know... that all their efforts are in vain."

With this promise, Jeanne Alter conjured the Holy Grail and the Dragon Banner.

She began to draw something within the Demon King's castle in a certain style.

Having studied magic to some extent, Ian quickly recognized what she was drawing.

That is the summoning circle belonging to the Dragon Witch.

Through it, one can summon Heroic Spirits from various eras to come to one's side.

Atalanta probably descended in this way as well.

but--

Ian was still curious about how Jeanne Alter had mastered such a summoning circle.

After all, she herself did not exist in the history of the Hundred Years' War between England and France, but was an avenger who came here in accordance with the Holy Grail.

Did she learn this skill on her own?

But this seems a bit exaggerated no matter how you look at it.

And speaking of which—

If you know about this kind of summoning circle, you should have used it before, right?

The more I think about it, the stranger it gets.

but--

Compared to these things that require a lot of time to think about, Ian knew that there was something more important he should be doing right now.

One little kitten is still very anxious.

Taking advantage of the moment when Jeanne Alter was focused on the summoning circle and forgot about everything else, he moved closer to Atalanta.

The man's hand went around to her back and gently kneaded her firm buttocks.

"Eh?!"