The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

To know--

She was in the quilt, having just fallen asleep after being trained by Ian.

Not only was there no covering on her fair body, but between her legs there was a source of magic left by the man.

As long as it's discovered, so to speak.

Black Jeanne would know right then and there that she had had sex with him.

"Master... why are you here?"

"I came to see you."

Black Jeanne sat down next to Atalanta and spoke in a serious tone.

“Don’t worry—!”

"Although Camilla is dead, the rest of us can definitely destroy France!"

"..."

Atalanta did not respond to Jeanne d'Arc's words, but moved back a little.

On the one hand, she was afraid that if she got too close, the other person would smell something wrong.

On the other hand, she couldn't face the Master - after all, she had done so many tricks behind his back.

Black Jeanne had no idea what Atalanta was thinking at the moment.

She simply viewed her behavior as insecurity caused by Camilla's death.

The Dragon Witch pursed her chin.

Her breathing became faster.

As a witch, she seemed to be thinking about how to pull the other person out of his current mood.

She looked at Atalanta, then at Ian, and suddenly an idea came to her.

And the words that the Dragon Witch said next were completely beyond the man's ability to predict.

Black Jeanne looked at the cat girl in front of her and explained what she had just thought of with a very serious attitude.

"I say, Atalanta."

"Next time Ian and I do something comfortable, do you want to come along?"

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere fell into endless silence in an instant.

Then, the cat girl screamed.

Her fair cheeks quickly heated up to an alarming red within seconds of hearing the words.

"Master!!!"

“What are you talking about——!”

"What do you mean by 'do you want to come along'?"

Black Jeanne, whose mental state was extremely unstable, did not realize the true meaning of Atalanta's words.

She thought the other party didn't understand what she was talking about "that kind of thing", so she explained it again very seriously.

"That's when Ian used his Noble Phantasm on me. You can come and try it together."

"not like this!"

The cat girl waved her hands repeatedly, and her tail stood up behind her because of excitement.

"Master, this is not what I meant!"

"Then what do you mean?" Black Jeanne looked at the Servant in front of her with a puzzled look, "Tell me quickly."

This is a situation even more uncomfortable than being caught in bed.

She was going to confess why she didn't want to try his Noble Phantasm - but the reality was that she had just used it up!

Atalanta hesitated for a long time before answering:

"Ian... is the Master's Servant."

"How can I use the Master's Noble Phantasm together with him?"

The cat girl felt really guilty when she said this, but Black Jeanne didn't notice at all.

Her focus was on the problem itself.

"Why not?" Black Jeanne asked back.

"Does it bother you?"

"……of course not!"

"Then I don't mind."

After the Dragon Witch said this, she looked at the man next to her.

"Does it bother you?"

"..."

Hearing this, Atalanta also looked at Ian.

She was a little afraid that he would say he minded, but also a little afraid that he would say he didn't mind.

However, what the cat girl didn't know was——

Men have already reached a level of perfection in this regard.

He smiled and nodded.

"Of course I don't mind."

"One or two, it's all the same to me... Well, it's fine with me anyway."

Hearing the answer she wanted, the Dragon Witch smiled with satisfaction.

Her attention therefore returned to the cat girl in front of her.

"You don't mind, I don't mind, and he doesn't mind even more."

"Then why can't we do this?"

"..."

For a moment, Atalanta really didn't know how to refute this statement.

And more importantly—

She was a little excited.

Finally, the cat girl nodded.

"I understand... If the Master is willing to share, I... will accept it!"

"That's good."

Heizhen grabbed Ian's hand beside her.

"Then next time——"

"I'll call you, Atalanta."

"Now, just take a good rest."

The room was quiet again.

Atalanta, who was allowed to do so, leaned against the head of the bed alone, breathing out hot air from her mouth.

Three people doing that kind of thing together?

What kind of posture is required?

Many strange images began to appear in the cat girl's mind.

The fantasy was so beautiful that she was so immersed in it that she didn't even notice the tide rushing onto the shore again.

The other side of the room.

Black Jeanne, who was holding Ian's hand, did not return to the room.

She led him all the way to the city wall - which was also the place where the man had just walked with his little pet.

Ian couldn't help but feel curious about her choice.

"Are you going to..."

"What?"

Black Jeanne looked back at the man, and her eyes temporarily returned to the feeling of a little girlfriend.

"Can't I bring you here?"

"Of course not." Ian smiled, "You can take me anywhere you want."

"I'm just a little curious why you suddenly want to do this."

"I do not know either."

Black Jeanne stopped in front of a city wall.

She looked at the pale ground in the distance - a sign of sunrise.

"But I just want you to come here with me for a walk."

"..."

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

But looking at the slightly sad profile of Black Joan of Arc, Ian couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

He couldn't tell whether this feeling was because she looked too much like Joan of Arc, or whether it was simply a feeling that had been born from the time they had spent together.

But no matter which one -

The only thing we can do now is to achieve perfect unity, right?

The man hugged Black Jeanne from behind and whispered in her ear.

"I see... I understand what you mean."

Everything was speechless.

At this moment, if we can ignore Black Jeanne d'Arc's identity as the Dragon Witch.

I'm afraid that everyone who witnessed this scene would regard them standing on the city wall as a couple?

Tick.

A tear fell to the ground.

There were two clear tear marks on Joan of Arc's fair cheeks.

"Camilla...is dead."

"..."

Ian didn't know how to respond for a moment.

If the previous Black Joan of Arc became angry because of Camilla's death;

At this moment, she was feeling sad and grief-stricken over the death of this servant.

Come to think of it, she might have already shown signs of this when she was encouraging Atalanta just now.

Is this a genuine expression of emotion, or pure emotional chaos?

Ian was completely at a loss.

but--

He just felt that she made him see the phantom of the past.

My sister was crying like this at that time, right?