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A few minutes later.

In the room filled with water vapor.

In the midst of warmth, Ian felt a little cold inside.

After all, in a sense, at this moment, he can be considered half a witch's minion.

Although men do not have any moral demands on themselves, they do not like the situation where everyone else suffers while they enjoy themselves.

That's too low.

Besides this, there is a serious problem.

That is--

My "immediate boss" is too hungry.

If the sister Joan of Arc in my memory was a relatively restrained girl, she would have to consider for half a year before giving away her virginity.

The Black Jeanne in front of her was her absolute opposite—a powerful, unsophisticated juicer.

She has extremely strong desires, and at the same time her ability to act is extremely powerful.

If you say you will do something, then do it.

She didn't even know what the thing that could provide her with the source of magic and warmth was.

But as soon as I entered the bathroom, I started playing wall-bang out of instinct.

But I have to say that——

It was precisely because of this terrifyingly hungry attitude that Black Joan of Arc really left a deep impression on Ian.

And he is not that kind of ascetic.

He was willing to give some response to the hard-working girl.

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

"Huh——~"

Black Jeanne looked at the man in front of her and let out a breath of hot air.

“It feels great, too.”

"Why didn't we capture you earlier?"

"It's not too late now." Ian responded to the Black Joan of Arc in front of him.

"Too."

The girl licked her lips.

"If I keep doing this... I'll be able to keep having this feeling, right?"

"..."

"We still have to stop for a while."

Hearing this, Black Jeanne d'Arc curled her lips, and then suddenly seemed to think of something.

“That’s right——!”

"What on earth is it? I didn't know how to answer Atalanta just now."

"Do you really have to know this?"

"Isn't that natural?"

Black Jeanne leaned forward a little, and the hot breath from her mouth gently caressed the man's face.

"As my Servant, you have no right to refuse me."

Knowing that the Black Joan of Arc was in an extremely unstable mental state, Ian did not intend to have any conflicts with her.

She doesn't know anything about this anyway.

However, after thinking for a moment, Ian decided to explain all this in a way that was relatively consistent with Black Joan of Arc's understanding.

After all, if she didn't explain it clearly, with her personality, she would have to explain it again.

"Um--"

"You can think of it as a treasure."

"Noble Phantasm?" Black Jeanne was very interested in this statement.

"Yes, it's a treasure without a name." Ian said, "It's also a treasure specially used for this kind of thing."

"That's it~"

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who thought she understood everything, showed a happy expression.

"I didn't expect you to have this ability - it's really good."

"……maybe."

In the following time, Jeanne d'Arc became more interested in the word "noble phantasm".

She is an avid pursuer in this area, but at the same time she is also a genuinely curious baby.

Her legs were hooked around the man's neck, while her eyes and lips acted as partners in recording observations.

“This is the Noble Phantasm—!”

"What a powerful destructive attack!"

"It's invading the Abyss-!"

Black Jeanne's words could not have been a better hint.

Ian caught her strike zone right away.

As he already had extensive experience in stir-frying, he naturally succeeded in making a perfect puff.

Faced with this situation, he sighed a little - she was much easier to deal with than he had imagined.

After the pleasure, everything returned to the normal bathing process.

Ian held Black Jeanne in his arms and began to wash her hair.

It must be said that although Joan of Arc and she are completely opposite in personality, the feel of washing hair is exactly the same.

In a trance, Ian even thought he had returned to the village of Domremy and was taking a bath with Joan of Arc.

hiss--

In a sense, it seems to be right?

This feeling disappeared completely until Black Jeanne said, "You even know this."

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "I learned it by accident."

"Really……"

Black Jeanne leaned back and fell directly onto the man's chest.

She didn't mind at all that he could see her details clearly behind her.

She seemed to even use this kind of thing as a way to show off.

"That--"

"Have you also washed that saint's hair?"

"..."

Hearing this question, Ian was silent for a long time before speaking again.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Black Jeanne looked up at the man, "I'm in a good mood now, you can ask anything you want."

"That--"

Ian looked at the face that was almost exactly the same as in his memory.

"I want to know why you hate Jeanne so much? It seems like you want to beat her in every way..."

"Your goal is obviously just to take revenge on France, right?"

"So what does this have to do with Jeanne? Did she do something to offend you?"

"..."

Black Jeanne blinked and quickly answered.

"If you ask that—"

"In fact, I do not know."

"Ah?" Ian was stunned.

"what do you mean?"

"It means exactly what it says." Black Jeanne tilted her head slightly, "I don't know why I do this."

"but--"

"I just hate her...I don't want to see her for even a second."

"I get really angry if she does something better than me!"

"..."

Black Jeanne's answer was something Ian had not expected - he had thought she would at least give a reason.

That might be the right solution.

But then again——

Why does this attitude seem familiar?

Is there something wrong with the summoning?

While the man was thinking, Black Jeanne had already started a new topic.

"Hey!"

"Didn't you just say you don't quite get used to it here?"

"...Yeah." Ian tried his best to keep his words and actions consistent.

"Okay then." Black Jeanne's eyes became sharper.

"Since you don't adapt to this place--"

"Then I'll burn it all to ashes tomorrow!"

224. Atalanta the Devotee/The Nature of the Witch/The Saint Returning to Her Homeland (4k)

"..."

Hearing what Black Jeanne said, Ian slowly stopped rubbing her head.

"What did you...say?"

The Dragon Witch didn't mind too much, and soon raised her voice a little, and then spoke again:

"I said--"

"Since you said you can't adapt to this place, I'll just burn it down tomorrow!"

Still a straightforward reply.

Ian hesitated for a moment before continuing to answer.

“…You don’t have to do that, do you?”

"Why not?" Black Jeanne asked the man.

Those beautiful golden eyes were filled with a self-confidence that would not allow anyone to doubt it.

"There's no point staying in a place like this anyway, so why not just burn it down!"

“That’s how—”