The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Ian caught her strike zone right away.

As he already had extensive experience in stir-frying, he naturally succeeded in making a perfect puff.

Faced with this situation, he sighed a little - she was much easier to deal with than he had imagined.

After the pleasure, everything returned to the normal bathing process.

Ian held Black Jeanne in his arms and began to wash her hair.

It must be said that although Joan of Arc and she are completely opposite in personality, the feel of washing hair is exactly the same.

In a trance, Ian even thought he had returned to the village of Domremy and was taking a bath with Joan of Arc.

hiss--

In a sense, it seems to be right?

This feeling disappeared completely until Black Jeanne said, "You even know this."

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "I learned it by accident."

"Really……"

Black Jeanne leaned back and fell directly onto the man's chest.

She didn't mind at all that he could see her details clearly behind her.

She seemed to even use this kind of thing as a way to show off.

"That--"

"Have you also washed that saint's hair?"

"..."

Hearing this question, Ian was silent for a long time before speaking again.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Black Jeanne looked up at the man, "I'm in a good mood now, you can ask anything you want."

"That--"

Ian looked at the face that was almost exactly the same as in his memory.

"I want to know why you hate Jeanne so much? It seems like you want to beat her in every way..."

"Your goal is obviously just to take revenge on France, right?"

"So what does this have to do with Jeanne? Did she do something to offend you?"

"..."

Black Jeanne blinked and quickly answered.

"If you ask that—"

"In fact, I do not know."

"Ah?" Ian was stunned.

"what do you mean?"

"It means exactly what it says." Black Jeanne tilted her head slightly, "I don't know why I do this."

"but--"

"I just hate her...I don't want to see her for even a second."

"I get really angry if she does something better than me!"

"..."

Black Jeanne's answer was something Ian had not expected - he had thought she would at least give a reason.

That might be the right solution.

But then again——

Why does this attitude seem familiar?

Is there something wrong with the summoning?

While the man was thinking, Black Jeanne had already started a new topic.

"Hey!"

"Didn't you just say you don't quite get used to it here?"

"...Yeah." Ian tried his best to keep his words and actions consistent.

"Okay then." Black Jeanne's eyes became sharper.

"Since you don't adapt to this place--"

"Then I'll burn it all to ashes tomorrow!"

224. Atalanta the Devotee/The Nature of the Witch/The Saint Returning to Her Homeland (4k)

"..."

Hearing what Black Jeanne said, Ian slowly stopped rubbing her head.

"What did you...say?"

The Dragon Witch didn't mind too much, and soon raised her voice a little, and then spoke again:

"I said--"

"Since you said you can't adapt to this place, I'll just burn it down tomorrow!"

Still a straightforward reply.

Ian hesitated for a moment before continuing to answer.

“…You don’t have to do that, do you?”

"Why not?" Black Jeanne asked the man.

Those beautiful golden eyes were filled with a self-confidence that would not allow anyone to doubt it.

"There's no point staying in a place like this anyway, so why not just burn it down!"

“That’s how—”

"At least it can be fun!"

"Then after the fire is over, we will have nowhere to go, right?"

"Nowhere to go?" Black Jeanne showed a nonchalant smile, "How could there be no place to go?"

"There's still so much land in France."

"If it doesn't work...then just find a random city and kill everyone in it. That way, you'll have somewhere to go, right?"

"..."

A straightforward and vicious statement.

Black Jeanne d'Arc spoke extremely cruel and terrifying things in an extremely relaxed tone.

At this moment, although she is naked, she is a real witch who destroys the country.

Ian regretted the excuse he had just made to brush her off.

Black Jeanne d'Arc was not aware of the change in the man's mentality - she only knew that his performance just now completely met her requirements.

"okay."

"I'm almost done with my bath."

Black Jeanne stood up.

The moonlight outside the window shone on the Dragon Witch, reflecting her snow-like skin.

"It's time to show you the Holy Grail."

"Come to my room later—it's down the corridor."

"correct."

Black Jeanne licked her lips.

"Let's do it again before bed, is that ok?"

"..."

"If you don't say anything, it means you agree to me." The girl took the initiative to speak for the man.

"Then I'll go to the room now."

"Come over here as soon as you're clean."

After saying this, the Dragon Witch put on her clothes, opened the door, and headed to the other end of the corridor.

Ian was the only one left, bound to the spot by her violent words.

To be fair, it really doesn't matter to Ian whether the people in this city are dead or alive.

But once he thought that they were trapped in this desperate situation of death because of his words, the man felt a little uncomfortable.

He really doesn't have the kindness to meddle in other people's affairs.

But he is definitely not the kind of jerk who would want to completely get rid of the trouble he has caused.

But having said that——

What to do now?

Just as Ian was thinking about what countermeasures he should take, an unexpected figure pushed open the bathroom door and appeared in front of him.

It was Atalanta who came in after Jeanne d'Arc left.

however--

This is the bathroom.

When the cat-girl servant broke in, all she saw was the man's masculine body.

Unlike Jeanne d'Arc, who had no exposure to forbidden knowledge, Atalanta knew a lot about this.

The moment her eyes met Ian's, she instinctively looked towards an extremely embarrassing place.

Then, the cat girl's ears stood up and she started mumbling something like a possessed person.

"This size... is too big."

"..."

Although he didn't mind being praised by girls in this aspect, Ian wasn't so perverted as to be willing to hear such words anytime and anywhere.

What's more, I am thinking about something very important right now.

The man lowered his voice a bit and spoke with a tone of obvious dissatisfaction:

"Atalanta."

"It is extremely rude to barge in when someone is taking a shower."

"..."

After hearing what Ian said, the cat girl came back to her senses from the surprise of seeing the giant creature.

She immediately retracted her gaze and then apologized in a very sincere tone.

"sorry."

"I don't want to do this either - but now is the only time I have the chance to see you alone."

"..."

Men are not slow.

He could tell there was something behind her words, so he stood up.

The sturdy body, illuminated by the moonlight from behind, cast a large dark shadow in the room.