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

"Dear~"

Jeanne Alter's half-coquettish voice came from the side.

Ian looked in the direction of the sound and found that the Dragon Witch had stripped naked and then changed into a rather sexy set of lingerie in front of him.

She didn't care at all how shameful the process was, and in the end she even started twirling in front of the man.

"do I look good?"

"..."

Normally, Ian would probably just give the Dragon Witch a perfunctory reply of "It looks great."

Then I watched as she ran happily towards me.

but now--

Ian, however, had completely lost interest.

After all, the past is the past, and the present is the present.

After learning the truth, the man's perception underwent a significant change.

Indeed, Jeanne Alter was a wicked dragon witch.

But at the same time, in Ian's eyes, who knows the truth, she is also a tragedy formed by various misunderstandings.

Her birth was already a huge mistake.

She didn't even know why she wanted revenge on France.

It all started simply based on so-called "instinct".

Thinking of this, Ian looked at her with a more complex and heart-wrenching expression.

Jeanne Alter observed all the men's actions.

But she didn't understand why he looked at her like that; she just subconsciously interpreted it as dissatisfaction with her.

"Hey!" she pouted and started muttering.

"What kind of look is that?!"

"Am I dressed like this...? Is it ugly?"

"No, that's not true." Ian shook his head, regaining his senses. "It's beautiful, I like it very much."

"Really?"

"real."

"You should have said so earlier!"

Jeanne Alter's expression changed from gloomy to sunny, and then she threw herself onto Ian.

"I thought you thought it looked bad."

She blinked her beautiful golden eyes, then began to boast about her "achievements" as if taking credit for them.

"Today, I've gathered all the dragons together, ready to go into battle! Aren't I amazing?!"

It was as if Jeanne Alter practically had "Praise me!" written all over her face.

Ian had no choice but to suppress his emotions and answer with a smile.

"Well, it's really great."

"Then you have to reward me properly today!"

With that in mind, Jeanne Alter took the initiative to sit in her favorite spot.

She skillfully wrapped her arms around the man's neck and then kissed him.

Indeed—

At first, the Dragon Witch really didn't know how to arouse Ian's desire in that area.

But after this period of exploration, she has gained some of her own insights.

Jeanne Alter's insights seem complicated, but are actually quite simple.

That is absolute initiative.

If you don't know what can get a man excited, just touch them all once.

There must be some weakness in him, right?

Ever since——

With this thought in mind, the Dragon Witch's tongue began to roam freely in the man's mouth, giving him no chance to stop.

Ian is not a monk.

After being teased by Jeanne Alter, she naturally relaxed a lot.

He wrapped his arms around the other person's waist and began to exert force.

Although it wasn't my first time entering, the Dragon Witch's Path is still as enchanting as ever.

The soft interior clung tightly to the man's skin, then squeezed his sensitive areas like a balloon.

Twist, collapse, and then restore.

The depths of the Dragon Witch's body are already filled with the magical power of men.

Feeling that wonderful warmth, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) reluctantly released the man's mouth.

She looked at him with hazy eyes and exhaled a soft breath.

She whispered in the man's ear:

"I love this feeling."

Although Ian knew that this was Jeanne Alter's heartfelt praise, he couldn't feel much joy from it at this moment.

He stroked her soft, long hair and spoke softly:

"Can I ask you a question?"

"of course can."

Jeanne Alter, who seemed to be getting some fresh air, appeared to be in a very good mood.

Sitting on the man's lap, she leaned her cheeks forward a few more times, her proud breasts pressed directly against his body.

"What's the question? Ask away!"

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, then spoke:

"Joan of Arc."

"If you really destroy France... what do you plan to do after that?"

"..."

Upon hearing Ian's words, Jeanne Alter suddenly widened her eyes.

She looked somewhat surprised.

Seeing her like this, Ian also became a little nervous—he was worried that he might have said something wrong.

The man quickly spoke again:

"What's wrong...did I say something wrong?"

"No." Jeanne Alter shook her head, revealing a smile.

"I just--"

"This is the first time I've heard you call my name."

"I have a very strange feeling inside me."

"..."

Ian was overwhelmed with thoughts.

Yes.

She was clearly Joan of Arc herself... yet I never called her name even once.

The man pulled Jeanne Alter into his arms and gently stroked her head.

"Sorry, it's my problem."

"We should... call you by your name more often."

“No, that’s not true.” Jeanne Alter, nestled in Ian’s arms, slowly raised her head. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

"You can call me whatever you like, or call me whatever you want, like a witch."

"But regarding your question just now—"

"To be honest, I don't know."

"do not know?"

Jeanne Alter's answer made Ian hesitate for a moment—but he quickly came to his own conclusion.

"Haven't you thought about it?"

"More or less." Jeanne Alter looked at the man before her, her eyes filled with longing.

But I'll tell you a secret—

"I've already thought it through."

"You've made up your mind? So quickly?"

"Correct."

The usually cold and ruthless dragon witch licked her lips, appearing quite mischievous.

"After destroying France... wherever you go, I will go!"