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

“I haven’t tried it.” Jeanne Alter leaned forward slightly, resting against Ian.

"But it seems quite interesting."

inside the room.

The three formed a fairly stable triangle.

Above them are the Dragon Witch and her chosen Servant, locked in a passionate kiss.

They all received what they deserved, so there was nothing to complain about.

Below them is Atalanta, a catgirl who is constantly absorbing magical energy from both sides.

Feeling her total magic power steadily increasing, she looked quite pleased.

"His scent is ahead."

"He's next..."

The catgirl trembled uncontrollably as she thought about these things.

After a long period of pleasure.

The three of them slept in the same bed.

Jeanne Alter still seemed very excited.

"I never imagined there could be such a way!"

"Yes."

Ian gently stroked the head of the most exhausted Atalanta—she was silently listening to Jeanne Alter and Ian's words in bed, while also finishing up the last bit of work.

As a servant, she did not resist this extremely shameful work at all.

However, the man did not forget his purpose for tonight.

"By the way, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?" Jeanne Alter looked at Ian.

"that is--"

"Gil was your first Servant, right? Under what circumstances did you summon him?"

This guy is too weird; we have to figure him out.

"You're asking about this?" Jeanne Alter pursed her chin, recalling the question earnestly.

"I don't know about that."

"Why wouldn't you know?"

"Because he was already there when I had memories!"

"what?!"

236. The Tower Cat's Sacrifice Before the Wedding / The Wedding in Progress / A Servant as a Human (4k)

"..."

Ian was certain he had just heard something incredibly informative.

After a moment's hesitation, he spoke again.

"Is what you said true?"

"Jill... existed before you appeared?"

“Yes.” Jeanne Alter looked at the man who asked the question. “Didn’t I mention this to you once before?”

"Caster (magician) gave me that Holy Grail as a congratulatory gift... and then became my servant."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ian suddenly realized—he discovered that he seemed to have misunderstood what Jeanne Alter had said earlier.

She did mention that "Caster (the magician) gave himself the Holy Grail as a congratulatory gift."

but--

This statement does not mean that Gilles de Rais, as a Servant, found the Holy Grail that Jeanne Alter now possesses.

Rather, it refers to the time when he offered the Holy Grail at the moment of Jeanne d'Arc Alter's birth!

In other words, the first person to possess the Holy Grail may not have been Jeanne Alter, but rather Gilles de Rais, the Caster.

The so-called "summoning" may actually originate from some of his ideas!

etc--!

In that case, Gilles de Rais is not actually a Heroic Spirit from another era, but a genuine human being who existed during the Hundred Years' War between England and France.

Is this why I felt so abrupt when I saw him?

No.

There is probably more than just this one reason.

The truly abrupt reason is that, despite being a human from this era, he possesses magical power comparable to that of Servants from different time periods.

Given his familiarity with Orleans, the city's restoration may very well have been completed by him alone.

How could this be?

Where does this level of magic come from?

Is it because of a family tradition of magicians?

That's probably not quite right either.

No matter how much it is passed down, this kind of magical reserve is definitely not something a normal person can obtain.

Thinking about it this way—

He must have obtained some kind of magical reserve sufficient to support the release of this spell.

What would it be?

Ian fell into deep thought.

"Hey!" Jeanne Alter's voice, tinged with displeasure, rang in Ian's ear.

"Why did you suddenly drift off into thought again?!"

"...It's nothing," Ian said with a forced smile, regaining his composure.

"I was just thinking about some trivial things."

"..."

The Dragon Witch frowned slightly, but did not delve into the matter further.

Because at that moment, she had something else she cared about more.

Jeanne Alter reached out and gently lifted the blankets covering the two of them.

Looking at the scene inside, she asked with a curious expression:

"I said... is your Noble Phantasm edible?"

"Huh? You...why would you think that?"

"Because you see Atalanta constantly tasting the flavors, don't you?"

Jeanne Alter looked at the man beside her, her eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.

"Isn't it because it tastes good that we've been tasting it for so long?"

"..."

Ian was momentarily at a loss for words to answer the Dragon Witch's question—this was beyond what could be described as a mere "lack of knowledge."

She probably didn't even realize what she was asking.

“Um…” Ian stroked Atalanta’s head, thinking about how to answer Jeanne Alter in a way that would be easier for her to understand.

He quickly came up with an explanation.

"This is actually her understanding of Noble Phantasms."

"Just like how you like to use your Noble Phantasms for those kinds of things... your choices are essentially just different ways of using them."

"I see."

Jeanne Alter did not delve into such matters—she seemed unconcerned about Atalanta developing new uses for her Noble Phantasms.

The Dragon Witch leaned close to the man, her usual violent demeanor completely gone.

"Speaking of which-"

"They're not getting married until tomorrow."

"But I'm very happy now...it's strange."

As Jeanne Alter was saying this, Ian felt Atalanta suddenly spit out a hard breath.

The catgirl may seem indifferent on the surface, but in reality, she cares about this kind of thing more than anyone else.

However, Ian was unable to respond directly to her at the moment, so he could only let her indulge in her venting.

"Really? That would be great."

"This shows that you feel it's something you should do."

"Oh, I see—" Jeanne Alter looked as if she had just realized something.

She leaned on his arm and started to act coquettishly like a little girlfriend.

“I’m really looking forward to tomorrow.”

"……Um."

The indulgent cooking party is finally over.

Ian, with the cream puffs he had made on either side of him, fell into a deep sleep with a hint of unease.