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

Gilles de Rae pointed to the tallest building in the Demon King's Castle, Orleans.

"Please rest well there, Master!"

"it is good."

Following Gilles de Rais's directions, Jeanne Alter gripped Ian's hand tightly and hurried towards the location.

This journey is not short.

The dragon witch, who disliked silence, soon began to speak again.

"Hey! Why am I so happy?" she asked.

"What the hell is going on?"

"..."

Looking at the face that was almost a carbon copy of Joan of Arc, Ian couldn't help but feel a bit conflicted.

He had genuinely treated her like his younger sister on several occasions.

"...It's probably because you subconsciously enjoy doing this kind of thing."

"so--"

"I'll only get so excited if I can actually do it now."

"Is that so?" Jeanne Alter turned around, stood on tiptoe, and moved closer to Ian.

"how about you?"

"Would you be happy to marry me?"

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"of course."

"If I were unhappy, I wouldn't be standing with you now, would I?"

"That's it~"

Only after receiving a satisfactory answer did Jeanne Alter slightly reduce her sense of oppression.

"No wonder you said marriage is a further step in the relationship."

"So it's because both of them feel happy!"

"Hmm, perhaps that's true."

On the streets of Orleans, the Demon King's castle, Ian and Jeanne Alter chatted back and forth, and before they knew it, they had arrived at their destination.

To the man's surprise, Atalanta was already waiting there.

Looking at the two holding hands, her expression showed a hint of disappointment for a moment, but she quickly smiled and spoke.

“Master…and Ian.”

"You got here so fast." Ian looked at the catgirl in front of him. "How did you find this place?"

“Intuition,” the catgirl replied, then looked at the building behind her.

"after all--"

"Master likes those kinds of conspicuous places, doesn't he?"

"..."

Ian couldn't deny that.

After all, Jeanne Alter is indeed the kind of person who quite likes to show off.

Following this logic, it's not surprising that the two people would come here.

"I see." The man nodded.

"Yes."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a mysterious silence.

Atalanta lowered her head, unable to utter a single word.

Although I didn't feel anything at all when I first made the suggestion to Ian.

But when it came to actually asking her Master to "let me join in," she realized how shameful it was.

it's wired.

How abrupt!

Three people doing this kind of thing together...

The catgirl's reaction was far too obvious.

So much so that Ian knew what she was thinking at a glance.

He leaned close to Jeanne Alter's ear and whispered.

The Dragon Witch's eyes gradually widened in surprise.

She looked at Atalanta before her and said:

"Do you want to start researching the Noble Phantasm tonight?!"

"Eh?"

Upon hearing her Master say these words, the catgirl immediately looked at Ian.

The latter's smile made her instantly realize what had happened—the other person had spoken her request for her.

“Yes, yes,” Atalanta replied softly.

"oh--!"

"Yes, it's possible." Jeanne Alter remained the Dragon Witch who kept her promise.

"Then you can come in with me tonight."

Atalanta never expected things to be so much simpler than she had imagined.

She had already begun to fantasize about herself and Ian being intimate in front of their Master.

The catgirl's tail began to wag.

however--

Atalanta was completely unaware that she had underestimated Jeanne Alter's desires.

In a room somewhere at night.

The catgirl was extremely restless at this moment.

She was quite anxious, with no attempt to hide it.

Even though Ian had already filled his Master to overflowing, he still showed no intention of letting him go.

The sounds of their affection echoed in the room, and they just wouldn't stop.

If this continues... I'm afraid I won't see it until tomorrow morning.

What's even more problematic is that there's no way to be honest about it.

I don't want that kind of thing...

Atalanta's legs shifted restlessly on the bed.

She thought she hadn't shown anything, but in reality, Ian had seen everything.

The latter looked at Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who still seemed to have her own thoughts, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Speaking of which...shouldn't we let Atalanta give it a try?"

"Eh?"

Jeanne Alter exhaled a breath of hot air, her eyes appearing rather dazed.

"I'll let her try."

"But right now... I'm not even done yet myself."

"Let me wait until I feel I've had enough before I let her try it!"

"..."

Jeanne Alter certainly didn't intend to keep Ian.

But she didn't seem to realize that she was simply impossible to satisfy.

From this perspective, Atalanta can only watch forever.

Ian knew this would definitely not work.

He thought for a moment, then spoke:

"If there were a way to satisfy you while also involving Atalanta, would you be willing to do it?"

"Of course I'd like to, she's my servant!"

"Well."

Ian leaned close to Atalanta and whispered a few words in her ear.

The catgirl blushed at first, then nodded obediently like a little pet.

She approached Jeanne Alter and, rather shyly, began to speak:

“Master…please allow me to provide this service for you in Ian’s place.”

As she said this, the catgirl looked at Jeanne d'Arc Alter in front of her, hoping that she would let go of her beloved.

Seeing that his plan had succeeded, the man smiled at the Dragon Witch and said:

"Is this situation... acceptable?"