The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

She knew that as a pet, she had the obligation to serve her master.

The room was once again filled with the exhilarating sound.

This time, the treasure will not stay in just one place.

after a while.

Looking at Atalanta lying on him, Ian stroked her head with a smile.

"Comfortable?"

Atalanta blushed as she recalled the scene of having her hands tied and irrigating the garden continuously, and then having fluids forced into her throat for cleaning.

She has been fully developed and has gradually become addicted to this strange training.

The little cat girl swallowed something, nodded extremely shamefully, and then said, "It feels good."

"Well--"

"Once you're done with your comfort... you'll have to start working."

"Work?" The cat girl raised her head.

"Ah."

Ian patted Atalanta's cheek - a way to encourage a pet cat.

"Please help me investigate Caster (magician)... I want to know more about him."

"..."

Although she felt that Ian seemed to be planning something, Atalanta, who had been completely corrupted, did not raise her doubts.

"What are you investigating?"

"You can investigate anything that you find strange."

"I understand."

Atalanta, who had just answered, suddenly thought of something and spoke again.

"Then Master, if I..."

"Of course there will be a reward." The man gently stroked the cat girl's back, "and it's an extra-large reward."

"..."

The cat girl didn't make a sound, but her tail began to wag.

After giving Atalanta the task during training, her wedding with Jeanne d'Arc began.

Although when I talked about this yesterday, the servants were more confused than each other.

But at today's wedding, they all arrived early.

Under the auspices of Gilles de Rais, Joan of Arc and Ian, dressed in wedding dresses, completed a series of ceremonies under the gaze of everyone.

"Am I pretty?"

The Dragon Witch tilted her head slightly and asked.

What she didn't know was that when Ian looked at himself in his wedding dress, he was thinking of someone else.

That is my younger sister Joan of Arc.

if--

If there is a chance at that time.

Maybe she will become this beautiful too?

but--

It is impossible to say such words.

Ian smiled and nodded.

"very beautiful."

The followers' applause echoed in the hall, along with Gilles de Rais's crying, forming a wonderful symphony.

This is a strange wedding in a singularity.

Everyone knows that it is as fragile as a bubble, but no one tries to expose it.

The course of events also took a small turn at this time.

Two nights later.

Atalanta brings news of the investigation.

"Master, I found out something."

"Caster (magician) has a magic book."

"Is this...something strange? Isn't it normal for a magician to have a magic book?"

"..."

Atalanta hesitated for a moment and whispered:

"But that is a magic book wrapped in human skin..."

237. Black Jeanne's Bedtime Memories/Human Skin Magic Book/Caster (4k)

"A grimoire made of human skin?"

Hearing such an adjective, Ian couldn't help but gasp.

of course.

He was not afraid of this kind of thing, but simply felt that it was too strange for Gilles de Ray to possess such a magic book.

after all--

He is essentially a human being, not a "servant" from another time period.

This also means that he has no so-called treasure!

This is a genuine human skin magic book!

"correct."

Atalanta's two cat ears drooped slightly, and her tail no longer swayed from side to side like before.

It can be seen that the human skin magic book still left her with a certain psychological trauma.

"How can Caster (magician) have such a thing?"

"Is this...his Noble Phantasm?"

"..."

Seeing Atalanta's puzzled expression, Ian couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

He felt that she was qualified to know more.

After thinking it over again and again, the man made up his mind and said:

"Atalanta, can I trust you?"

"Eh?"

Suddenly being asked a strange question, Atalanta wanted to ask the other party a question in return.

But she soon noticed Ian's serious and earnest look - this was often his reaction before he was about to announce something important.

As a man’s most sensible pet, a cat girl would naturally understand this truth.

Without any hesitation, she nodded.

"of course can."

"You...are my master!"

After this expression of loyalty, Atalanta bowed her head.

It is really shameful to voluntarily admit that a man is your master.

but--

It's not unacceptable.

After all, Ian is more like his Master than the Master himself.

I also felt great joy in this process.

The only thing that could hurt me now is probably his refusal to acknowledge this relationship.

"..."

Seeing that Atalanta was willing to express her loyalty in such a shameful way, Ian knew that he had nothing to hesitate about.

He said directly:

"Atalanta... this is what happened."

In the next few minutes, Ian told the cat girl in front of him about his discovery.

of course.

The discovery here refers to the strong speculations that the man has about the person of Gilles de Rais.

He believed that Atalanta was indeed qualified to know these things.

"what?"

The cat girl's tail stood up.

"You mean... Gilles de Rais is a human... and not a Servant?"

"And he might be the one who summoned the Master?!"

Ian nodded.

“That’s about it.”

"At least from what I have learned so far... it should be close to the truth."

"..."

The cat girl's expression seemed quite surprised, yet mixed with some complicated thoughts.

Obviously, she didn't doubt what Ian said.

But at the same time, she felt that such a thing was too absurd - this was saying that there was another Master above the Master!

And the moment she realized this, Atalanta suddenly thought of a question.

"Hey, wait!"

"What is Gilles de Ray's reason for doing this? Does this mean anything to him?"

As an Archer-class servant, Atalanta is quite careful in observing things.

She noticed something noteworthy in Ian's words.

And the man is not ambiguous either.

"This is where the problem lies."

"Why would he do such a thing?"

"as well as--"

"Where did he get that human-skin magic book in his hand?"

“This is all stuff we don’t know yet.”

"Atalanta." Ian held the cat girl's hand, "I need your help."

"..."

Atalanta turned her face away, but her tail was shaking even more violently than before.