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

Ian never expected Atalanta to make such a suggestion.

After all, this means that she has to "waste" a portion of the few times she can possibly have her satisfaction.

Thinking about this, Ian found himself hesitating.

Catgirl noticed this hesitation.

While Jeanne Alter was still examining the Servant she had summoned, she spoke again:

"What's wrong? What are you hesitating about?"

"You feel that doing it this way is wrong..."

Seeing the catgirl's cautious demeanor, Ian realized that this seemingly unlikely suggestion was actually the result of her mustering courage.

"No."

"Since you've said so, let's do as you say."

"However... you might have to make do a little at that time."

“I know.” Atalanta nodded, her face slightly flushed.

"But I don't mind if it can help you."

"..."

Ian's feelings were complicated as he listened to the catgirl's words.

At the same time, Jeanne Alter also learned about her servants.

She ran to Ian's side amidst everyone's gaze and took his arm.

"That looks like—"

"You can also be witnesses to my wedding with Ian."

"..."

"..."

Upon hearing Jeanne Alter's words, the Servants exchanged bewildered glances.

They never imagined that after being born in France, their Master would ask them to be witnesses at a wedding.

but--

Not everyone is puzzled by this.

Gilles de Rais burst into tears upon hearing that Jeanne Alter was planning to marry Ian.

The tall man wiped away his tears while nodding repeatedly.

"Okay! It's really great!"

"If Master is willing to get married... that would be wonderful!"

"In this way, we can say that we have achieved one of our goals!"

As Ian listened to Gilles de Rae's words, the strange feeling in his heart grew stronger.

He could sense that this Caster was extremely loyal to Jeanne Alter.

However, there seems to be something else mixed in with this loyalty.

"Looks like nobody has any objections!"

Jeanne Alter instantly switched into girlfriend mode and looked up at the man beside her.

"That--"

"Shall we ask Caster (the magician) what to do next?"

Instead of making the decision directly, Jeanne Alter rarely sought Ian's opinion.

"it is good."

Upon receiving the man's accurate reply, Jeanne Alter's face broke into a smile.

That was a completely different person from the murderous witch she usually appeared to be.

Anyone would probably be wondering at this moment what Ian did to make her like this.

"Atalanta, take them to rest first."

"Yes."

After giving a brief instruction, Jeanne Alter leaned on Ian with a joyful expression, and then, led by Gilles de Rais, headed deep into the Demon King's castle, Orleans.

I have to say is.

Although Orleans was once a battleground for dragons, and was almost completely destroyed afterward.

but--

At this moment, Ian could not find any trace of the past.

He realized it was magic.

A powerful magic was cast upon the city, restoring it to its most prosperous state.

Above the sky, the evil dragon spreads its wings and flies, occasionally letting out a roar.

On the sun-drenched road, three people walked towards the depths of the Demon King's castle.

Honestly.

Ian felt that the scene had an indescribable eeriness.

However, Jeanne Alter did not seem to feel that way at all—she was still immersed in the excitement of being able to marry Ian.

even if...

She didn't actually know the true meaning of "marriage," and simply made her decision because she felt it was "a step further" in the relationship.

Finally, the three stopped in front of a church.

same--

This is not an original church in Orleans, but a replica created through magic.

But this does not mean that it has lost its original function.

On the contrary, this church is not only grand and imposing, but also quite magnificent.

While it may not be the top choice for weddings, it is certainly an excellent destination.

Gilles de Rae turned around and looked at the two people behind him.

“Master…and Ian.”

“If you decide to get married, I think this would be a great place.”

What do you think?

"pretty good!"

Jeanne d'Arc Alter looked up at the church before her, her eyes filled with longing.

Her hand kept clutching the clothes of the man next to her.

"So... such a nice place is used for weddings?"

Why didn't you tell me sooner?!

The Dragon Witch who said this had completely lost her usual murderous aura.

Instead, she acted like a little girlfriend.

“I did say I needed a place,” Ian replied helplessly.

"But you didn't tell me it would be such a wonderful place!"

"..."

Ian couldn't refute Jeanne Alter's words for a moment.

Moreover, seeing her excited expression, the man's feelings couldn't help but subtly change as well.

She really doesn't understand the concept of "marriage".

But they still wanted to do it without considering the consequences.

This is really...

Seeing Jeanne Alter acting coquettishly towards Ian, Gilles de Rais inexplicably wiped away his tears again.

"That's great...that's really great."

The tall man spoke those words in a trembling voice.

"That--"

"Master, when are you planning to get married?! I need to go and make some preparations!"

"This one……"

Jeanne Alter hesitated for a moment, then answered very seriously.

"Then tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?" Gilles de Rais asked, somewhat surprised.

“Yes!” Jeanne Alter nodded, and then began to explain her plan.

"Take a day off."

"Get married in one day."

"Use the remaining time to destroy this land!"

"Jill, this operation should be perfect, right?"

"Great! Excellent!" Gilles de Rais became even happier.

"Then I'll go prepare now... I'll make sure you, Master, have a perfect wedding."

"Until then—"