The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"..."

Mordred's words once again caused the atmosphere to fall into silence.

Gradually, everyone's eyes turned to Jeanne d'Arc.

After all, all the routes so far were derived from the guidance of the Master's Command Spell in her hand.

And these routes so perfectly allow everyone to see the tragic situations along the way.

No matter how you think about it, there should be some unexpected information, right?

however--

Joan of Arc had no idea what to do at this moment.

Like them, she also had no idea where the Command Spell would take her, but she simply felt that she should believe in this blessing from her dream.

The tragic scenes she witnessed along the way made Joan of Arc feel extremely distressed - as a kind-hearted person, she could not bear to see such things the most.

So facing the gazes of everyone, the saint had no way to make an accurate response.

And she didn't intend to hide the situation:

"I'm sorry, I don't really understand why things turned out this way."

"I can't control the direction of the curse seal."

Joan of Arc's attitude was extremely sincere, and the other three were not the kind of people who would vent their anger on others.

"What on earth is going on?"

What Mordred hated most was this kind of situation where he had no idea what was going on.

"No, there's no need to be so anxious..." Mashu whispered to comfort the kid, "At least so far, no more people have been hurt, right?"

Realizing that Mashu was trying to take the initiative to establish a good relationship with him, Mordred glanced at her and silently ate the fish.

"Anyway, eat well and sleep well first!"

Ritsuka Fujimaru ended the topic neatly.

"Otherwise, when you really encounter a problem, you won't have the energy to deal with it, and that will be troublesome."

The girl's proposal was unanimously agreed to.

This temporary peace lasted until everyone fell asleep late at night.

Joan of Arc heard the mysterious voice again in her sleep.

She opened her eyes suddenly, only to see an unexpected scene.

But in front of him, a petite loli was using a gun to block the downward attack from a blindfolded woman's staff.

Seeing Jeanne waking up behind her, she greeted her.

"Good evening, Master."

"I am Elizabeth Bathory - the Servant who obeys your call!"

"Now that you're awake--!"

"Then I will use my treasure without hesitation~"

In an instant, thousands of birds flew away.

It was a sound that was enough to shake the earth.

Let’s go back to the present.

Ian was feeling a bit complicated at the moment.

He had expected Camilla's death to have an impact on Atalanta, but he had not imagined it would be so great.

Even though the other party was just a cat that he had tamed for his own convenience.

But looking at the shocked look on his face, Ian still felt a little distressed.

and so--

He did not leave Atalanta's side immediately, but soothed her to sleep like a true boyfriend.

This process is not simple.

But considering that many scenes might lead to censorship if included in the novel, Ian decided to bury it deep in his memory and never mention it again.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

Just as the man confirmed that Atalanta was really asleep and gently pushed open the door to leave, he saw an unexpected figure.

Black Joan of Arc was seen with her hands on her waist, looking at Ian who came out of Atalanta's room with a resentful look on her face.

"you--"

"What are you doing in her room?!!!!"

The Dragon Witch asked.

228. The scene of adultery/The witch's treasure academic invitation/A kiss on the wall (4k)

The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange at this moment.

It can be said that at this moment, Jeanne d'Arc is a Master who is interrogating her Servant.

Rather, she is more like a girlfriend who sees her boyfriend coming out of the love hotel across the street alone and then starts to get angry.

but--

Even with this misunderstanding, Ian still felt the vague murderous intent revealed in the words of the Dragon Witch.

Under such circumstances, it was naturally impossible to tell her the truth about what he and Atalanta had just done in the room.

After all, as the Dragon Witch, if she really gets angry, no one knows what will happen.

Fortunately, a great deal had happened tonight—and there were plenty of excuses to go around to explain it.

Ian thought about it for a while and had a suitable answer.

Or should I say——

The most original answer.

"I'm going to comfort Atalanta," the man said.

"Comfort her?!"

Hearing this, Black Jeanne became even more excited than before.

She pressed Ian against the wall, her beautiful golden eyes showing obvious anxiety.

"Why did you want to comfort her?! Did she ask you to comfort her?! When did you start comforting her?! Why didn't you tell me you were going to comfort her before you comforted her?! How did you comfort her?! How long did you comfort her?! How many times did you comfort her?! What was her reaction after you comforted her?! Was it good or bad?!"

"Tell me quickly!"

"..."

To be fair, despite being mentally prepared, Black Jeanne's performance still surprised Ian.

It was the first time he saw her so excited—she asked so many questions in less than ten seconds.

This is an amazing performance and also beyond common sense.

At this moment, Ian couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had a reason to explain all this.

Otherwise, if we really face these problems, we will not be able to explain them clearly even if we spend days and nights discussing them.

"Don't be impatient yet."

Ian's hand gently stroked the head of Black Jeanne in front of him - that was an act that Nagi did not hate, but rather liked very much.

"Just listen to my explanation first."

"..."

Black Jeanne did not respond to Ian directly, but her slightly docile look was enough to prove that she condoned his behavior.

"Alas." The man sighed and began to explain.

"Just now... the defeated Camilla escaped back here."

"Eh?! Where is she now?!"

"Disappeared."

"To be precise, he disappeared in front of Atalanta and me."

Ian's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for her to understand what happened tonight.

Although there is some malice.

But the man felt that the Black Joan of Arc in front of him might not care much about Camilla's death - this was just a perfect explanation.

However, the Dragon Witch's reaction was almost the same as Atalanta's.

She had a ferocious expression on her face, her skin was tautly stretched, and she looked like a completely different person from before.

"who is it……"

"Who killed Camilla?!"

The roar of the Dragon Witch echoed throughout the corridor.

It was a voice that was enough to strike fear into people's hearts, and it was emitting waves of anger.

Ian could feel the magic power in Black Jeanne's body surging wildly, as if her entire body would burst into flames in the next moment.

She is not as heartless as she appears to be, but a Master who values ​​her servants very much.

After hesitating for a moment, Ian decided to tell Black Joan of Arc Camilla's last words.

"According to what Camilla entrusted to Atalanta and me—"

"This is the result of her failed attempt to attack 'the other you'."

Black Jeanne's pupils widened in an instant, completely losing the girlfriend spirit she had when she "caught someone cheating" just now.

Instead, there were almost crazy shouts.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Where is that woman?! I'm going to kill her!!!"

Realizing that Black Jeanne might go berserk on the spot if this continued, Ian wanted to stop things from going in that direction.

"Don't worry."

"There will definitely be a chance... Now, let's think about what to do next, right?"

Perhaps it is true as Atalanta said, Ian is a very special existence to Black Jeanne.

After the man made this suggestion, the Dragon Witch gradually calmed down.

Then she realized a problem.

"That--"

"Isn't Atalanta in a bad mood right now?!"

"No, I have to go see her!"

Black Jeanne d'Arc's mobility is still as strong as ever.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she walked around the man in front of her and entered the cat girl's room alone.

There is no other way.

Ian could only follow her and return to the room he had just come out of.

"Atalanta," Black Jeanne called out.

"Eh?!"

Atalanta woke up from her drowsy state when she heard the voice of Black Jeanne.

The cat girl looked at her master and the real "master" Ian beside her, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty.