The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Should we first ask Caster (the magician) what to do next?"

Instead of making a direct decision, Black Jeanne d'Arc rarely sought Ian's opinion.

"it is good."

After receiving the man's accurate reply, a smile appeared on Black Jeanne's face.

She was completely different from the murderous witch she usually was.

No matter who it is, they would probably be curious about what Ian did to make her become like this.

"Atalanta, take them to rest first."

"Yes."

After a brief instruction, Black Jeanne leaned on Ian with a look of joy, and then, under the guidance of Gilles de Ray, headed deep into the Demon City of Orleans.

I have to say is.

Although Orleans was once the place where dragons fought, it was almost reduced to ruins after that.

but--

At this moment, Ian could not find any trace of the past.

He realized it was magic.

A powerful magic was cast on the city, restoring it to its heyday.

Above the sky, the evil dragon was flying with its wings spread, roaring from time to time.

On the road bathed in sunlight were three people heading towards the depths of the Demon King's Castle.

Honestly.

Ian felt that this scene was indescribably weird.

However, Joan of Arc didn't seem to feel this way at all - she was still immersed in the excitement of being able to marry Ian.

even if...

She actually didn't know the true meaning of "marriage", but just felt that it was "a further step" in the relationship and made her own decision.

Finally, the three stopped in front of a church.

same--

This is not an original church in Orleans, but a building that was reproduced through magic.

But this doesn't mean it doesn't have its original function.

On the contrary, this church is not only magnificent but also quite splendid.

Although it is not the first choice for marriage, it can at least be considered an excellent place.

Gilles de Ray turned around and looked at the two people behind him.

"Master... and Ian."

"I think this would be a great place if you guys ever decide to get married."

"I wonder what you think?"

"pretty good!"

Black Joan of Arc raised her head and looked up at the church in front of her, her eyes already filled with infinite yearning.

Her hands were constantly tugging at the clothes of the man next to her.

"So... you need such a nice place to get married?"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The Dragon Witch who said this had completely lost her usual murderous aura.

Instead, she behaved like a girlfriend.

"I said I needed a place." Ian responded helplessly.

"But you didn't tell me it would be such a great place!"

"..."

For a moment, Ian really couldn't refute what Black Jeanne d'Arc said.

And seeing her excited expression, the man's mood couldn't help but change slightly.

She really doesn't understand the concept of "marriage".

But he wanted to do this with himself regardless of the consequences.

This is really...

Seeing Black Joan of Arc acting like a spoiled child to Ian, Gilles de Rey wiped away his tears for some reason.

"That's great...it's really great."

He was tall and spoke these words in a trembling voice.

"That--"

"Master, when are you going to get married?! I need to go and prepare properly!"

"This one……"

Black Jeanne hesitated for a moment, then answered very seriously.

"Then tomorrow!"

“Tomorrow?” Gilles de Rais was somewhat surprised.

"Yes!" Black Jeanne nodded and then began to describe her plan.

"One day off."

"Get married in one day."

"Use the remaining time to destroy this land!"

"Jill, this action should be perfect, right?"

"Good! Excellent!" Gilles de Rais said, growing more and more delighted.

"Then I will go and prepare now... I will make sure that you, Master, enjoy a perfect wedding."

"Until then—"

Gilles de Ray pointed to the tallest building in the Demon King's City of Orleans.

"Master, please take a good rest there!"

"it is good."

Following the location pointed by Gilles de Rais, Black Joan of Arc grabbed Ian's hand tightly and rushed there.

This distance is not short.

The Dragon Witch, who didn't like silence, soon started talking again.

"Hey! Why am I so happy?" she asked.

"What the hell is going on?"

"..."

Looking at the face that was almost identical to Joan of Arc, Ian couldn't help but feel complicated.

He had really treated her as his sister several times.

"…Maybe it's because you subconsciously like to do this kind of thing."

"so--"

"Now that I can really do it, I will be so excited."

"Is that so?" Black Joan of Arc turned around, stood on tiptoe, and came in front of Ian.

"how about you?"

"Will you be happy to marry me?"

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"of course."

"If I wasn't happy, I wouldn't be standing with you now, right?"

"That's it~"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Black Jeanne felt a little less oppressed.

"No wonder you said marriage is the next step in the relationship."

"So it's because both of us will feel happy--!"

"Well, maybe that's the case."

On the streets of the Demon King's City of Orleans, Ian and Black Jeanne chatted with each other and arrived at their destination unknowingly.

To the man's surprise, Atalanta was already waiting there.

Looking at the two people holding hands, her expression was a little lost for a moment, but she soon smiled and spoke.

"Master... and Ian."

"You came so quickly." Ian looked at the cat girl in front of him, "How did you find this place?"

"Intuition." The cat girl responded, and then looked at the building behind her.

"after all--"

"Master, do you like those kinds of particularly conspicuous places?"

"..."

Ian couldn't deny it.

After all, Black Jeanne d'Arc is indeed the kind of person who likes to show off.

According to this logic, it is not surprising to infer that two people would come here.

"I see." The man nodded.

"Yes."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a mysterious silence.

Atalanta lowered her head, unable to utter a word.

Although I didn't feel anything at all when I first proposed it to Ian.

But when she really had to say to the Master, "Please let me join in," she realized how shameful it was.

it's wired.

How abrupt.

Three people doing this kind of thing together...

The cat girl's reaction was too obvious.

So much so that Ian knew what she was thinking at a glance.

He leaned close to Black Jeanne's ear and whispered.

The Dragon Witch's eyes gradually became surprised.

She looked at Atalanta in front of her and said:

"Do you want to start participating in the research on the Noble Phantasm tonight?!"

"Eh?"