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

"I have something I want to ask you."

The man gently stroked the kitten girl's cheek with his fingertips, feeling the heat on her skin.

"Why... do you insist on acknowledging me as your master?"

"..."

Atalanta's previously joyful expression froze for a moment, then turned into utter panic.

"Master, do you hate it when I do this?"

"You...don't want to see me?"

“That’s not what I meant.” Ian moved his hand to Atalanta’s cat ears and gently stroked the beautiful fur.

"Your passionate feelings deserve a better response."

“But I can’t do that—at least not now.”

"..."

“Actually, things are fine as they are now.” Atalanta reached out and tugged at Ian’s sleeve.

"After all, my master had already done a lot for me before... The response was completed at that time."

At this point, the catgirl buried her head a little closer to Ian, finally touching her favorite darling.

"Besides, the master isn't completely unresponsive."

"Didn't you praise me properly when we were doing 'that' in the bathroom?"

"Uh...don't you feel embarrassed doing that kind of thing?"

"No~" Atalanta's eyes held a hint of desire for physical pleasure.

"That texture...it's amazing!"

"..."

Realizing that Atalanta had become completely dependent on him, Ian didn't say anything more.

He pressed his hand down on the catgirl's head, letting her have her own fun.

"Speaking of which-"

"Atalanta, if you win the Holy Grail War, what wish will you make?"

"A wish." The catgirl blinked. "I hadn't thought about that."

"You didn't think about it?" Ian was somewhat surprised.

“Yes.” Atalanta nodded very honestly. “When I answered Rin’s summons… I felt that I had to come.”

"And then I met my master."

"Wishes... I haven't thought about them carefully—but what about the master? What are the master's wishes?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment before answering.

"Perhaps, it's because they hope my Master's wish can be fulfilled without any cost."

"Hey, doesn't Master have his own ideas?"

"No...at least not now." The man didn't hide his state.

“Then I have a wish now!” Atalanta grabbed Ian’s hand.

"My wish is that my master can find his own wish!"

"..."

Ian chuckled.

"But you didn't make any wishes at all, did you?"

"No way!" Atalanta rubbed her cheek against her favorite treasure. "This is a super important wish!"

"..."

Ian knew he couldn't change the catgirl's mind.

"Ok."

"Then...thank you."

"Um, Master," Atalanta said, her face slightly flushed, "since it's about expressing gratitude, could we perhaps do it another way?"

"Hmm? What method do you want?"

“That’s right—” Atalanta shrank up a little.

"Didn't Master and your Master share a farewell kiss today?"

"I... want to give it a try too."

“But I don’t have that feeling right now,” Ian replied.

“It’s okay, it’s fine without it!” Atalanta turned over and looked at the man above her. “I… just wanted to try out that feeling.”

"..."

"I understand."

Ian lowered his head and gently kissed Atalanta on the lips.

He didn't feel much emotional fluctuation; he was simply fulfilling the other person's wish.

"Is this... alright?"

"That's it!"

Atalanta blushed even more—she now desperately wanted to tell him that she was feeling sensations all over her body.

And since kissing is permissible...

Does that mean even more extreme things would be allowed?

Just as the catgirl was about to speak, a figure appeared at the entrance of the dojo.

"Phew... We've finally arrived."

Upon hearing the unexpected sound, Ian and Atalanta both looked over.

The kitten girl was a little confused, but the man recognized who it was.

"Rider? What are you doing here?"

You never expected Rider to appear here.

You know she's Vivian's servant.

From both a moral and logical standpoint, she shouldn't have shown up at this time.

However, you also notice that the other side doesn't seem to have any desire to fight.

On the contrary—

She exuded an aura of needing help.

It was completely different from what I saw that night.

The Rider before them was neither riding that imposing white warhorse nor wielding the sword that had proven so powerful in battle.

Instead, they wore a simple blue school uniform.

However, it must be said that although they changed into school uniforms, the girls' youthful spirit was not diminished in the slightest.

No.

It should be said that this school uniform is the perfect complement, and it would not be an exaggeration to call her a student.

In short, at this moment, Rider doesn't seem to be actively seeking a duel.

However, Atalanta was unaware of this.

As an Archer, her reflexes are far sharper than those of a typical Servant.

Even when playing with their owner, this will never change.

The catgirl's ears twitched the moment she heard "Rider".

She quickly got up and then did several backflips, instantly creating some distance between herself and Rider.

"The Bow of the Sky (Tauropolos)!"

As she cried out, Atalanta produced a black and gold bow and arrow.

The bowstring is drawn taut.

A powerful arrow, charged up in a very short time, shot toward Rider.

Atalanta will show no mercy to anyone other than her master!

however--

Before the man could react to the arrows aimed at her, the young woman who had come alone to visit had already taken action.

That was an "intuition" beyond imagination.

The girl tilted her head slightly and dodged Atalanta's arrow.

She sighed and said:

"that--"

"Archer... is it possible to call a truce for a while?"

"I'm not here to duel today."

"..."

Atalanta did not respond to Rider, but instead continued to grip her Tauropolos bow.

This gun-fighting arena is indeed unsuitable for combat.

but--