The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"..."

Ian didn't know how to answer the Dragon Witch's question for a moment - this could no longer be described by the word "lack of knowledge".

She probably didn't even realize what she was asking.

"Um..." Ian touched Atalanta's head, thinking about how to answer Black Joan of Arc so that she would understand a little better.

Soon, he had an explanation.

"This is actually her understanding of the Noble Phantasm."

"Just like you like to use your Noble Phantasms for that kind of thing... The choices you two make are essentially just different ways of using them."

"I see."

Black Jeanne did not delve into this matter - it seemed that she did not mind Atalanta developing new uses for the Noble Phantasm.

The Dragon Witch moved closer to the man, no longer displaying her usual violent demeanor.

"Speaking of which-"

"We're getting married tomorrow."

"But I'm happy now...it's really strange."

As Black Joan of Arc said this, Ian felt Atalanta suddenly take a deep breath.

On the surface, the cat girl seems to not mind at all, but in fact, she cares about this kind of thing more than anyone else.

However, Ian had no way of responding to her directly, so he could only let her vent her anger.

"Really? That would be great."

“It means you feel this is what you should do.”

“I see—~” Black Jeanne looked as if she had suddenly realized something.

She leaned on his arm and acted like a little girlfriend.

“I’m really looking forward to tomorrow.”

"……Um."

The indulgent cooking party is finally over.

Ian hugged the puff girls he made on both sides and fell asleep with a little uneasiness.

sunrise.

Atalanta had wisely left early.

Black Jeanne d'Arc was still sleeping soundly - with a smile on her face, she seemed to have had some indescribable dream.

Feeling a little depressed, Ian quietly got up from the bed and walked towards the top floor of the castle.

He was going to be alone for a while.

However, what the man didn't expect was that -

I actually saw Lancelot who also came here at this time.

Ian always felt that meeting him was not a good thing, so he prepared to leave quietly.

But Lancelot spoke at this time:

"Wouldn't it be bad to leave as soon as you see me?"

"At least...can you talk to me for a few words?"

"..."

no solution anymore.

Now that Lancelot had said this, Ian knew he couldn't pretend he hadn't heard anything.

He came to the side of the Knight of the Round Table.

"Good morning, Lancelot."

"Are you here to watch the sunrise?"

"Yes." Lancelot looked at the sun which had just risen from the horizon.

"After all, this is also French territory, right?"

"But I didn't expect the sun to still be so dazzling after so long."

“Everything seems to have changed, and yet nothing seems to have changed.”

"..."

To be fair, in Ian's memory, his contact with Lancelot seemed to be limited to the battle he fought as the "Shadow of the Knight King".

But even so, the knight from the coast's willingness to accept defeat left a deep impression on him.

This is a very well-behaved knight, and he also has considerable strength.

"really.."

Ian's eyes also looked towards where the sun was.

"But even so, it's still there, isn't it?"

"..."

"Right."

Lancelot looked at Ian beside him.

"Speaking of which-"

"Are you really going to marry that Master?"

"...Yes." Ian nodded, "This is her order."

"What about Altria?"

"..."

Lancelot's sudden change of subject made Ian stunned for a moment.

He looked at the knight in front of him and realized that the other party must have noticed something.

"Lancelot, what do you mean?"

"nothing."

Lancelot smiled.

"I just think you are very similar to someone I remember...that's why I'm asking."

"Looking at your reaction now, it seems to be true."

"So you plan to tell the Master?"

"No." Lancelot shook his head, "I don't have that idea at all."

"And even if I did, considering how much the Dragon Witch likes you, I don't think she would care about what I said."

"but--"

The Knight in the Lake looked at Ian, with a hint of regret in his eyes that came from witnessing certain things.

"Did you know... that King Arthur is a girl?"

"I know...I've always known it," Ian replied.

"Really?" Lancelot's frown slowly relaxed.

"That's great."

"That's enough for today...don't forget about the upcoming wedding."

"I will bless you well."

"……Um."

Everything returned to silence.

Ian realized that Lancelot might have noticed the feelings between him and Altria that had crossed the line a long time ago.

only--

He just never mentioned it.

The sun climbed higher and higher until it reached the center of the sky.

Following Gilles de Ray's arrangement, Ian began to wait for Joan of Arc in the room.

He was feeling somewhat complicated at the moment.

On the one hand, it was because he realized that the birth of Black Joan of Arc was not as simple as he had imagined.

There may be many things that are difficult to explain.

But on the other hand, the man did feel the Dragon Witch's anticipation for the wedding.

She was serious, and not just fooling around because of her half-knowledge.

Ian found that some cracks appeared in his heart along with Black Jeanne's sincerity.

This feeling was quite bad for him.

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door.

Ian didn't expect anyone to come to him at this time.

Could it be... that Black Jeanne had prepared it in advance?

With all kinds of thoughts in mind, the man opened the door.

But it was Atalanta he saw.

As soon as she saw Ian, the cat girl blushed immediately.

Before the other person could speak, she started talking in a low voice, as if it had become an instinct.

"Lord, Lord."

"..."

Ian looked at Atalanta who came here on her own initiative and smiled.

He bent down and lifted Atalanta onto his shoulders.

"Master, what are you doing?" The cat girl was a little flustered.

"What do you think?" Ian returned to the room, slammed the door shut, and put her on the bed.

"Who else can I fuck now?"

"..."

Atalanta, who fully understood what Ian meant, became even more shy.

"But Master...you are going to marry the Master soon, right?"

"Doing this now... doesn't seem like a good idea, right?"

"Your words are not convincing at all."

Ian stroked the cat girl's soft head.

"You came here on your own initiative... doesn't that mean you don't think this is bad?"

"Or--"

"Now that you have a guilty conscience, do you want to go back?"

"No!" Atalanta quickly denied this statement.

"Then don't waste your time."

"..."

The cat girl said nothing more.