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

Clearly, she did not doubt what Ian said.

But at the same time, she felt that such a thing was too absurd—this was saying that there was a Master above the Master!

In the instant she realized this, Atalanta suddenly thought of a question.

"Hey, wait!"

"What were Gilles de Rais's reasons for doing this? What...meaning did it to him?"

As an Archer-class Servant, Atalanta is quite observant.

She noticed something noteworthy in Ian's words.

And the men were just as decisive.

"This is where the problem lies."

Why would he do such a thing?

"as well as--"

"Where did he get that human skin grimoire?"

"These are all situations we don't know yet."

“Atalanta,” Ian grasped the catgirl’s hand, “I need your help.”

"..."

Atalanta turned her face away, but her tail wagged even more violently than before.

"Why are you saying these things..."

“My master saved so many children for me—of course I won’t turn a blind eye when he needs my help.”

"But~"

The kitten licked her lips.

"That reward..."

“It will happen,” Ian whispered in the catgirl’s ear.

"You'll feel so good you won't be able to get out of bed."

"But before that..."

"I understand!"

Having received the promise, Atalanta has become a living, breathing pet cat.

"Let's figure all this out first!"

"Ah."

The two reached an agreement at this moment.

Nighttime, in a room somewhere in the castle.

Jeanne Alter continued to relentlessly demand magical energy from Ian.

For her, it seemed that no matter how many times this happened, she could never feel satisfied.

but--

Ian was still thinking about Gilles de Rae.

So after a brief kiss, he put his arm around Jeanne Alter's waist, bringing her to a temporary stop.

"what happened?"

The Dragon Witch, whose deadly rhythm had been disrupted, didn't seem particularly happy.

Why did it suddenly stop?

"Aren't we married?"

"You—are completely mine now, so hurry up and continue!"

Although at first glance it sounds like the violent remarks of a dragon demon, Ian knows that she doesn't actually fully understand the true meaning of these concepts.

She simply discovered that she could get some enjoyment from it, and then she did it.

As for whether there was any genuine affection involved, Ian didn't know.

but--

He felt that it did exist.

After all, Jeanne Alter's standards of conduct were often influenced by her personal emotions.

This makes her seem like a wild and lustful girlfriend.

"How about we take a short break?"

Ian spoke in a somewhat coaxing tone, looking at Jeanne d'Arc Alter sitting on his lap.

"I have some questions for you."

"..."

I prefer doing things that allow me to express my true nature to being asked questions.

But upon hearing Ian's words, Jeanne Alter truly stopped.

She pouted, looking like a wronged girlfriend, and said to the man in front of her:

"Ask quickly!"

"After you've asked the question, just stand it up properly!"

"..."

Ian did not lose his composure because of Jeanne Alter's anger.

He knew what he wanted to ask.

"you--"

"Didn't I say last time that Gilles de Rais was already there before you appeared?"

“Yeah.” Jeanne Alter muttered.

"Is it necessary to ask this question again?"

"Don't be angry with me." The man gently stroked Jeanne d'Arc's head, trying to make her more docile.

And in fact, this is indeed very effective.

The black Joan of Arc was patted on the head, which made her a little more docile—this was one of the few things she could do with Joan of Arc.

"Have you finished asking?" the Dragon Witch muttered softly, "I really want to do *that* right now..."

"almost."

While calming her down, Ian continued to ask questions.

"I just want to know... the details of what happened back then."

"Details?" Jeanne Alter didn't quite understand the meaning of this word.

"What do you mean by 'detailed information'?"

"It's about whether he made any demands on you or anything... After all, he couldn't just give you the Holy Grail for no reason, could he?"

"..."

Having roughly understood what Ian meant, Jeanne Alter began to recall seriously.

The man had assumed she would comply with some of the demands that Gilles de Rais had made at that time.

In this way, the reason why this man summoned Jeanne Alter and offered her the Holy Grail can be explained by equivalent exchange.

In a sense, this is quite in line with the function of the Holy Grail for making wishes.

however--

After reminiscing for a long time, Jeanne Alter finally shook her head at Ian.

"He didn't make any demands."

"..."

Ian could hardly believe what he was hearing.

"He didn't make any requests?"

"Yes." Jeanne Alter nodded.

"but--"

"But what?" Ian pressed.

"But he seemed very excited when he first met me."

"It's like... a wish has come true."

"Oh right, he was shouting things like, 'Great, this method really works!'"

"..."

This was something Ian hadn't anticipated.

He assumed that Gilles de Rais's offering of the Holy Grail to Jeanne d'Arc Alter must have been for some ulterior motive.

But now it seems——

That's not the case at all.

He seemed to derive immense satisfaction simply from seeing "her" who resembled Joan of Arc.

How could this be?

Jeanne Alter was unaware of Ian's change in mindset.

She felt that she had already fulfilled the other party's request.

"Alright~" The witch wrapped her arms around the man's neck.