The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Ian certainly understood what Leonardo da Vinci was trying to say.

"It's okay—I'll teach them a lesson, and it won't happen again."

"As expected of Ian, he does things in a way that makes people feel at ease."

After barely giving Da Vinci an explanation, Ian suddenly felt his clothes being pulled.

He looked down and saw Jack the Ripper who looked a little aggrieved.

"What's wrong……"

"Dad." Jack pouted and looked at Atalanta, who had pushed Olga Marie to the wall at some point, and kept sniffing something on her, saying "there's a mysterious smell" from time to time.

"Actually... I'm helping Sister Atalanta."

"help?"

Ian realized that there might be another layer to the matter that he had not expected.

"What are you helping me with—"

"Help Sister Atalanta fulfill her wish."

"Fulfill your wish?"

"Hmm." Jack the Ripper looked at Atalanta who had already put her hand into the pocket of Olga Marie's clothes.

"she says--"

"I wish I could ride her and come to Daddy."

"And drink the milk Daddy prepared!"

"what?"

Ian suddenly felt that he was the culprit.

764. Ta Meow Wants to Drink Milk/Kitten Girl's Private Time (4k)

Almost the moment Jack the Ripper said this, Ian reached out and stopped her.

"no……"

"Sister Atalanta, did I tell you something like this?"

"Ah."

Jack the Ripper nodded, and it was obvious that he was answering Ian's question very seriously.

"She's said this to me many times—"

"father!"

Jack the Ripper grabbed Ian's clothes and asked in a low voice.

"Is the milk Dad prepared really that delicious—that Sister Atalanta likes it so much?"

"In that case..."

Jack the Ripper grabbed Ian's clothes and didn't seem to want to let go.

"Can I drink too?"

"..."

"Ahem." Ian was almost choked to death by Jack the Ripper's words - he didn't dare tell this little girl what the "milk" in Atalanta's mouth meant, that was too outrageous.

but……

One thing is certain.

That is, Atalanta really cared about the little loli Jack the Ripper, otherwise she would not have taken such good care of her.

as well as--

She does have some needs now.

"Dad?" Jack the Ripper's voice rang out again. "Why are you silent? Is it because I can't drink milk?"

"Uh……"

Ian coughed softly a few times.

"You could say that—at least not now."

Hearing this, a hint of disappointment clearly flashed in Jack the Ripper's eyes, but she still nodded very obediently.

After all...if I make Ian unhappy, I might have to face the experience of being abandoned again.

"I understand."

"..."

Seeing Jack the Ripper looking aggrieved, Ian felt a little distressed.

This child is definitely not his and has no blood relationship with him.

but……

It is indeed a very pitiful existence.

"Don't be sad - although Daddy can't give you the drink, there are other ways."

"Others…?"

Jack the Ripper looked up at his "father" with a puzzled expression.

This time, it was finally her turn to ask with full of doubts:

"Dad...who else has milk?"

"It's not milk this time." Ian shook his head. "It's something that tastes better than milk."

"Eh--!"

Jack the Ripper's eyes lit up a little.

"I've never heard of that—is that something I can drink?"

"..."

Ian was not at all surprised by Jack the Ripper's answer.

After all, this is a collection of thousands of unborn children, so it is not surprising that they don't know what the situation will be like after they are born.

"Yeah, sure."

"There are many girls in Chaldea who are suitable for this kind of thing - when daddy is free, he will help you get something to drink."

"But now..."

Ian cleared his throat.

"Could you please play with Sister Olga Marie for a while?"

"I...have something I need to discuss with Sister Atalanta."

"..."

"Yeah." Jack the Ripper nodded very sensibly - she had never expected to get the promise of milk from her father, so this was a pleasant surprise.

She is very clear that she has to be a sensible child.

Ever since——

After Jack the Ripper agreed, Ian brought her to Olga Marie.

At this moment, the young director was having his pockets searched by Atalanta, and his expression was extremely embarrassed.

"This……"

Ian looked at Olga Marie and Atalanta with a puzzled expression.

"What are you doing—could you explain?"

"she……"

When Atalanta was about to explain everything, Olga Marie, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, suddenly covered her mouth.

"nothing!"

"I was just joking with her! I wanted to find out why she was getting together with little Jack!"

"..."

Ian knew that what Olga Marie said was probably not true.

However, now doesn't seem to be the time to expose her.

"I see." The man nodded, and then continued, "Then, Director - could you please help take care of Jack?"

"I……"

Ian looked at the little cat girl whose mouth was still covered.

"I have something to ask Atalanta."

"Eh……"

A moment of sadness flashed across Olga Marie's eyes - she probably hoped that Ian was looking for her instead of Atalanta who was banging her head against the wall.

but……

You can't be so ignorant.

He is already under a lot of pressure.

If I cause more trouble, I will be ungrateful.

"I understand."

Olga Marie released her hand from covering Atalanta's mouth and nodded.

"I...will take good care of Jack."

"Well, I knew the director could help me the most."

Ian gently placed Jack the Ripper, who was holding his neck, into Olga Marie's hands, and then said to Atalanta:

"Come on—let's go for a walk."

"Ow~"

Although she temporarily lost her mind because of the Berserker class, Atalanta has completely recognized Ian as her master from the bottom of her heart.

So even if the man just shouted like that, she would wag her tail and come to him.

"Ow—!"

but……

Besides the fact that such docility made the man feel adorable, Ian also noticed how flustered the young director was after Atalanta pulled his hand out of Olga Marie's pocket.

"Director, what's wrong with you?" he couldn't help but ask.

"No, it's nothing!"

Olga Marie said with a blushing face.

"Go! Don't waste time!"

"..."

"Okay." Ian didn't ask any further questions, but nodded. "Then dear Da Vinci, I'm going out--"

"it is good."

Da Vinci nodded with a smile.

"Dear Ian, please tell me about Atalanta."

"I understand."

Neither Leonardo da Vinci nor Ian noticed Olga Marie's embarrassment at the moment.

it's over...