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

The catgirl, realizing she was being played with by a man, panicked considerably.

"What are you doing?"

"Hmm?" The man tightened his grip slightly. "Isn't this form of address a little inappropriate?"

"..."

Until the man hinted at something, Atalanta glanced at Jeanne d'Arc Alter, whose attention was completely focused on drawing the summoning circle, and her heart began to waver.

In the end, the catgirl, who had been thoroughly "trained" by the man, lowered her head and obediently changed her address.

"Master~"

“That’s right.” Ian affirmed Atalanta’s approach. “That’s how my good cat is.”

"But then again—"

"Are you really against me marrying my Master?"

"..."

The catgirl looked at the man beside her with a surprised expression.

She probably never expected the other party to bring this up so directly, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond best.

“No, that’s not true!” Atalanta shook her head.

"How dare I object to my master and master getting married?!"

"Really?" the man asked again.

“…Really.” The catgirl’s voice softened slightly.

"I'll ask you one last time, is it true?"

"..."

I realized that if I continued to answer in the same way as before, this would likely be the end of the story.

Atalanta hesitated for a long time before finally shaking her head.

"no."

“I… am very concerned about Master and Master’s wedding.”

"You've finally told the truth."

Ian looked at the catgirl beside him.

"so--"

Are you worried about the inconveniences that will arise after marriage?

“Yes.” Atalanta nodded without any attempt to hide her agreement.

“Then—” the man said.

"You don't need to worry about that anymore."

"Eh?" The catgirl's eyes showed a hint of surprise—of course, she wasn't concerned about the other person's actions, but rather what they said.

"Master... what do you mean by this?"

"It's complicated to explain."

Ian looked at Jeanne d'Arc Alter in front of him, and the hand behind Atalanta became even more unrestrained, almost making her scream.

"Anyway——"

"Her understanding of 'marriage' is not the same as your understanding of 'marriage'."

"and……"

The man pinched the most elastic part and gripped it tightly in his hand.

"Didn't she already say that?"

"You can come along when we do that kind of thing."

"..."

Atalanta's fair cheeks turned quite rosy in an instant.

Her legs were trembling slightly.

She asked in a low voice:

Is this kind of thing really allowed?

"..."

Atalanta still looked like she couldn't believe she could get involved.

Ian thought for a while and decided to persuade her from another angle.

"That--"

Even if it's not allowed, are you really not going to do it?

"..."

Atalanta glanced at Ian, then shook her head shyly.

"Do not."

The catgirl can no longer shake off the feeling of being manipulated.

"Wouldn't that solve the problem?"

Ian's hands became increasingly rampant.

In a blind spot unnoticed by Jeanne Alter, the man's hand reached the area where magic was replenished.

He was prepared to give this little catgirl a good taste of what it meant to be irresistibly shameful.

however--

The man never expected that as soon as his hand reached its destination, a chill would spread over him.

He looked at the kitten girl beside him, his tone now tinged with amusement.

"What are you..."

"..."

Atalanta was quite ashamed to learn that a man had discovered her lewd state.

She offered a completely unconvincing explanation, like a child caught doing something wrong.

"This isn't my fault..."

"Who told... that Master and Master have to keep doing it on the dragon's back..."

"I can't control myself just thinking about that image..."

"..."

Ian laughed.

"I see."

"Looks like we'll have to make arrangements for tonight."

"Coming tonight?" The catgirl couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Hmm..." the man said with a smile, "If you don't think it's okay, we can do it later."

"No!" Atalanta, soaking wet, quickly exclaimed.

Then she realized that this seemed a bit lewd, and her voice immediately lowered.

"What I mean is... tonight is just right."

"..."

"..."

Finding this even stranger, Atalanta was eager to explain.

But just then, she saw a figure walking towards her.

"Huh? It's Caster."

"Caster?"

“Yes!” Atalanta pointed to the other side.

"It's over there."

Before he could react, Ian suddenly shuddered.

Because he sensed a familiar magic flowing in the air.

That's... Princess Yokohime!

234. Princess Hengfei Returns? /Tomyo's Bedtime Plans/The Witch's Servants (4k)

This is an incredibly familiar feeling.

To be more precise, it should be described as having a feeling almost identical to the magical power emanating from the true form revealed by Priscilla on the day Joan of Arc was burned at the stake.

However, it is difficult for ordinary people to notice this kind of thing. Only Ian, who has personally experienced that kind of oppression, can react immediately.

Could it be——

Is it really Prieratti who has appeared?

Thinking about this, Ian couldn't help but feel a little worried.

at the same time.

Atalanta, who possessed extraordinary perception due to her Archer class, sensed this change in Ian's emotions.

"What's wrong with Master?" she asked.

"Is something wrong with Caster (the magician)? But I don't think you two have ever met before?"