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

Looking at Atalanta lying on top of him, Ian stroked her head with a smile.

"Comfortable?"

Atalanta blushed as she recalled the scene of being tied up and forced to water the garden, followed by being forcibly cleaned by having something forced down her throat.

Having been fully developed, she has gradually become addicted to this strange and unusual form of training.

The kitten girl swallowed something, then nodded with extreme shame, and said, "It feels good."

"Well--"

"Now that you're done feeling comfortable... it's time to get back to work."

"Work?" The catgirl looked up.

"Ah."

Ian patted Atalanta's cheek—a way of encouraging the pet cat.

"Help me investigate Caster (the magician)... I want to know more about him."

"..."

Although she sensed that Ian was plotting something, the completely corrupt Atalanta did not voice her doubts.

"What should we investigate?"

"Anything you find strange can be investigated."

"I understand."

After answering, Atalanta suddenly remembered something and spoke again.

"Then, Master, if I..."

“Of course there will be a reward.” The man gently stroked the catgirl’s back. “And it will be an extra-large reward.”

"..."

The catgirl didn't make a sound, but her tail started wagging.

After giving Atalanta her tasks during the training, the wedding with Jeanne Alter began.

Although when this matter was discussed yesterday, the Servants were all more puzzled than the last.

But for today's wedding, they all arrived early.

Under Gilles de Rais's supervision, Jeanne d'Arc Alter, dressed in a wedding gown, and Ian completed a series of ceremonies in front of everyone.

"Am I pretty?"

The Dragon Witch tilted her head slightly and asked this question.

What she didn't know was that when she looked at herself in her wedding dress, Ian was thinking of someone else.

That was her younger sister, Joan of Arc.

if--

If there was an opportunity then.

She'll probably become this beautiful too, right?

but--

It's impossible to say such a thing.

Ian smiled slightly and nodded.

"very beautiful."

The applause of the Servants echoed in the hall, mingling with Gilles de Rais's weeping, creating a wondrous symphony.

This is a strange wedding in a singularity.

Everyone knows it's as fragile as a bubble, yet no one dares to expose it.

At this point, the situation took a slight turn.

Two days later, at night.

Atalanta brought news of the investigation.

“Master, I have discovered something.”

"Caster (the magician) has a magic book."

"Is there anything strange about this? Magicians have grimoires, isn't that perfectly normal?"

"..."

Atalanta hesitated for a moment and whispered:

"But that's a magic book wrapped in human skin..."

237. Jeanne Alter's Bedtime Memories / Human Skin Magic Book / Caster (4k)

A grimoire made of human skin?

Upon hearing such a description, Ian couldn't help but gasp.

of course.

He wasn't afraid of such things, but simply found it too strange that Gilles de Rais would possess such a grimoire.

after all--

He is essentially human, not a "Servant" from another time period.

This means he doesn't have any so-called Noble Phantasm!

This is a genuine magic book made of human skin!

"correct."

Atalanta's two cat ears drooped slightly, and her tail no longer swayed from side to side as before.

It's clear that the human skin magic book left her with some psychological trauma.

"How could a Caster (magician) have something like this?"

"Could this be... his Noble Phantasm?"

"..."

Seeing Atalanta's puzzled expression, Ian couldn't help but waver a little.

He felt that she deserved to know more.

After much deliberation, the man made a decision and spoke:

"Atalanta, can I trust you?"

"Eh?"

Suddenly asked a strange question, Atalanta wanted to ask the other person a question in return.

But she soon noticed Ian's serious and earnest gaze—a look he often gave before announcing something important.

As the most understanding pet of men, the catgirl naturally understands this principle.

Without the slightest hesitation, she nodded directly.

"of course can."

"You...you are my master!"

After expressing her loyalty in this way, Atalanta lowered her head.

It's incredibly shameful to voluntarily admit that a man is your master.

but--

It's not exactly unacceptable.

After all, Ian was more like his Master than his Master was.

I also felt immense joy in the process.

The only thing that can hurt him now is his refusal to acknowledge the relationship.

"..."

Seeing that Atalanta was willing to express her loyalty in such a shameful way, Ian knew he had nothing to hesitate about.

He spoke directly:

“Atalanta… here’s what happened.”

Over the next few minutes, Ian told the catgirl in front of him about his discovery.

of course.

The so-called discovery here refers to the man's compelling speculation about Gilles de Rais.

He believed that Atalanta was indeed qualified to know these things.

"what?"

The catgirl's tail stood up.

"You mean... Gilles de Rais is human... and not a Servant?"

"And he might even be the one who summoned the Master?!"

Ian nodded.

That's roughly the idea.

"At least from what I know so far... it should be pretty close to the truth."

"..."

The catgirl's expression showed surprise, mixed with a complex mix of thoughts.