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

"Since you're leaving tomorrow—"

Jeanne Alter looked up at Ian beside her, her golden eyes revealing an undisguised gluttonous light.

"You can enjoy yourself for as long as you want tonight, right?"

Although she was a saint, Joan of Arc was not so incapable of understanding such straightforward words.

"Are you planning to do *that* right now?!"

"Nonsense!" Black Jeanne d'Arc glared at Jeanne d'Arc.

"This is something I do every day, and given today's situation, I can't stop!"

"Eh--!"

Feeling that she had discovered another incredible secret, Joan of Arc quickly sought confirmation from Ian.

"Brother, is this true?"

“…Hmm.” Ian didn’t deny it. “Because looking at her feels like being with you, so…”

"of course."

The man looked at Jeanne Alter on the other side, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

“You are actually quite different.”

"But... this is enough for me to remember things from the past."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc's throat moved slightly.

She grabbed the hem of her brother's clothes.

"Now... brother doesn't need to remember us in this way anymore."

"I'm right here, aren't I?"

"Get away from me!" Jeanne Alter shouted. "He's married to me!"

"But he's also my brother!"

Seeing that the two Joans were about to start arguing about this, Ian immediately took on the initiative of an older brother.

"Don't quarrel."

The man embraced them tightly, one on each side, and then gently kissed their foreheads.

"Tonight... nobody's getting away."

A few minutes later, several pieces of clothing appeared at the head of the bed.

The room was filled with the cheerful voices of the girls.

It was a long-awaited moment of complete relaxation, a symbol of the melting away of all contradictions.

"Little sister, isn't it my turn?"

"What's the rush, sister? Wait a little longer! I've only done it twice!"

"Brother! Look at her!"

"It's alright, Jeanne, come sit on your brother's lap."

"Eh... huh?!"

dawn.

Seeing the two Puff sisters asleep on their knees by the bed, Ian felt much happier.

Shouldn't this be considered fulfilling the promise?

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The man walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

"Senior, it's me!" Mashu's voice came.

"..."

Ian thought for a moment, then opened the door.

Upon seeing the man's appearance and the "tragic" state of the two Jeanne d'Arcs inside the room, Mashu immediately realized what had happened.

She, who was about to remind Ian to pay attention to the wedding, lowered her head and said with a blushing face:

"I'm sorry... I didn't know you were doing this! I'll come back later!"

Just as the pink-haired girl was about to leave, Ian grabbed her hand.

"Mashu, I really need you right now."

"..."

This wasn't the first time Mashu had heard a man say that, so she understood what he meant.

"……understood."

The pink-haired girl slowly knelt on the ground and began to gently clean for Ian.

She actually enjoys doing this kind of thing—because it gives her a feeling of being needed by the other person.

What she didn't know was that the man already knew this.

of course.

Ian's motivation wasn't just to keep Mash there.

While enjoying her service, he began using the device that allowed him to communicate with Chaldea.

Soon, Olga Marie's voice came from inside.

"Mashu?!"

"It's me, Director."

"Huh?" Olga Marie's voice sounded somewhat surprised.

“Ian, you’re not…”

“It’s complicated to explain,” Ian said, getting straight to the point. “Anyway, the Holy Grail for this singularity has been found.”

"us--"

"I guess we'll be going back to Chaldea soon."

"Really?!" Olga Marie exclaimed excitedly. "Then I'll go prepare the quantum teleportation right now!"

"No, Director, not now."

"There are still some things that haven't been done."

"I'll contact you later before sending the teleport."

"and--"

Ian glanced at his two "sisters" who were still fast asleep.

"I want to ask you a question."

“What’s the problem?” Olga Marie replied.

"So... if the singularity is repaired, will the events that happened during this period also disappear?"

"..."

Upon hearing this question, Olga Marie thought for a while before continuing:

"That's certainly true in theory, since history has returned to its original state."

"but--"

"There may be exceptions."

“What does this mean?” Ian pressed.

“Well… let me put it this way,” Olga Marie explained.

"One plus three equals four, and two plus two also equals four."

"The repair of the singularity... ultimately only achieves a result of four, and many details in between are entirely possible to change."

"To take it to an extreme, it can even be broken down into values ​​of 0.01 or even smaller."

"As long as the result is not affected, there is a possibility that it can be preserved."

"Perhaps... it's also related to the wishes of the person involved."

"Why are you asking this—?"

"It's nothing." Ian quickly ended the conversation. "Director, I'll contact you later."

"Good~"

The contact ended, and Mashu's cleaning work was also completed.

She wiped her mouth and whispered to Ian:

"Senior... has cleaned it all up."

"Hmm." Ian gently patted Mash's head. "You've really worked hard."

"Next-"

"Let me retrieve the Holy Grail... and then end all of this."

Several hours later, inside the church of the Demon King's castle.

The two Joans, now dressed in wedding gowns, took Ian's hands, one on each side.

Although their lower abdomens were already full of his fluids, these women, though similar in appearance but different in personality, felt even happier because of this warmth.

Under the watchful eyes of Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group, the three of them approached Gilles de Rais, who was temporarily acting as a witness.