The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

To call it thin would be an understatement - it should be said that it is not there at all.

Seeing Black Jeanne approaching her, the cat girl bowed respectfully, and then said in a very humble tone:

"Master, you are back."

Just this simple sentence perfectly verified Ian's previous guess.

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who came because of the Holy Grail, is not really a "servant", but is closer to a concept like "Master".

The so-called singularity is likely to be an unexpected Holy Grail War in essence!

After completing the necessary greetings, the flat-chested cat girl noticed Ian standing next to Jeanne d'Arc.

There was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Master, this is..."

"Oh...you mean him?"

Hearing the cat girl in front of her ask this, Black Jeanne leaned directly on Ian, looking like a girlfriend in love.

"Atalanta."

"This is the Servant with whom I just completed the contract."

"Servant?"

The cat girl called Atalanta by Black Jeanne had her tail slightly curled into a small question mark.

She put down her bow and walked towards Ian, then leaned in front of him and sniffed for a moment.

Her ears trembled slightly, and she said:

"Master... he seems a little different from us, right?"

"Nonsense." Jeanne glared at Atalanta and pushed her away from Ian. "If I were the same as you, why would I sign a contract with him?"

"……Too."

Atalanta looked at Ian with a little more respect.

"So what are his specialties?"

"Specialty?"

Black Jeanne frowned slightly - she seemed to be thinking about how to answer this question.

“I don’t know how to describe it.”

Atalanta was stunned when she heard this.

"How come you don't know how to describe it?"

"Because I don't know what Ian's thing is called." Black Jeanne explained, "It's as sharp and broad as a sword, and as warm and solid as the sun."

“It will be very comfortable to touch.”

The Dragon Witch was a virgin with zero knowledge of sex, but Atalanta was not.

As a "Servant", she has the "knowledge correction" from the Holy Grail, so she naturally understands what this is describing.

She looked at Ian in front of her with a blushing face, and her voice trembled a little.

"This, this is it..."

Although he realized that Atalanta must have understood what Jeanne d'Arc was saying, Ian had no way to explain it and could only force out a wry smile.

The Dragon Witch simply ended the topic at this time.

"Let's not talk about it for now."

"In a hurry."

"Oh...oh." Atalanta was very tactful and made way.

Just looking at the two people's backs as they walked away, her expression became a little complicated.

Inside the building.

Ian and Black Jeanne walked hand in hand, one after the other.

Realizing that he had learned almost everything about the "Servants", the man turned his attention to another thing.

That is the Holy Grail held by Black Jeanne.

He asked tentatively:

"By the way...are we going to see the Holy Grail now?"

This is a targeted question.

Since Jeanne d'Arc admitted herself that she was an avenger summoned by the Holy Grail, it was impossible for her to place such a valuable item casually.

A building like this guarded by his servants would obviously be a good place.

but--

Things didn't go as smoothly as Ian had imagined.

Hearing the man's words, Black Jeanne stopped and looked back at him.

"Would you like to see the Holy Grail?"

"Correct."

Ian nodded - there was no point in hiding his intentions from Black Jeanne at this moment.

"I can let you see~"

"but--"

Black Jeanne moved a little closer to the man.

"You have to accompany me to do something first."

"Do one thing?"

"Ah."

Black Jeanne pointed to the end of the corridor - there was a room there.

"Take a bath with me first."

"..."

"make a deal."

A few minutes later.

In the room filled with water vapor.

In the midst of warmth, Ian felt a little cold inside.

After all, in a sense, at this moment, he can be considered half a witch's minion.

Although men do not have any moral demands on themselves, they do not like the situation where everyone else suffers while they enjoy themselves.

That's too low.

Besides this, there is a serious problem.

That is--

My "immediate boss" is too hungry.

If the sister Joan of Arc in my memory was a relatively restrained girl, she would have to consider for half a year before giving away her virginity.

The Black Jeanne in front of her was her absolute opposite—a powerful, unsophisticated juicer.

She has extremely strong desires, and at the same time her ability to act is extremely powerful.

If you say you will do something, then do it.

She didn't even know what the thing that could provide her with the source of magic and warmth was.

But as soon as I entered the bathroom, I started playing wall-bang out of instinct.

But I have to say that——

It was precisely because of this terrifyingly hungry attitude that Black Joan of Arc really left a deep impression on Ian.

And he is not that kind of ascetic.

He was willing to give some response to the hard-working girl.

Even if she is a dragon witch who intends to destroy the country.

"Huh——~"

Black Jeanne looked at the man in front of her and let out a breath of hot air.

“It feels great, too.”

"Why didn't we capture you earlier?"

"It's not too late now." Ian responded to the Black Joan of Arc in front of him.

"Too."

The girl licked her lips.

"If I keep doing this... I'll be able to keep having this feeling, right?"

"..."

"We still have to stop for a while."

Hearing this, Black Jeanne d'Arc curled her lips, and then suddenly seemed to think of something.

“That’s right——!”

"What on earth is it? I didn't know how to answer Atalanta just now."

"Do you really have to know this?"

"Isn't that natural?"

Black Jeanne leaned forward a little, and the hot breath from her mouth gently caressed the man's face.

"As my Servant, you have no right to refuse me."

Knowing that the Black Joan of Arc was in an extremely unstable mental state, Ian did not intend to have any conflicts with her.

She doesn't know anything about this anyway.

However, after thinking for a moment, Ian decided to explain all this in a way that was relatively consistent with Black Joan of Arc's understanding.

After all, if she didn't explain it clearly, with her personality, she would have to explain it again.

"Um--"

"You can think of it as a treasure."

"Noble Phantasm?" Black Jeanne was very interested in this statement.

"Yes, it's a treasure without a name." Ian said, "It's also a treasure specially used for this kind of thing."

"That's it~"

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who thought she understood everything, showed a happy expression.

"I didn't expect you to have this ability - it's really good."

"……maybe."

In the following time, Jeanne d'Arc became more interested in the word "noble phantasm".

She is an avid pursuer in this area, but at the same time she is also a genuinely curious baby.

Her legs were hooked around the man's neck, while her eyes and lips acted as partners in recording observations.

“This is the Noble Phantasm—!”

"What a powerful destructive attack!"

"It's invading the Abyss-!"

Black Jeanne's words could not have been a better hint.