In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

"At least it can be fun!"

"Then after the fire is over, we will have nowhere to go, right?"

"Nowhere to go?" Black Jeanne showed a nonchalant smile, "How could there be no place to go?"

"There's still so much land in France."

"If it doesn't work...then just find a random city and kill everyone in it. That way, you'll have somewhere to go, right?"

"..."

A straightforward and vicious statement.

Black Jeanne d'Arc spoke extremely cruel and terrifying things in an extremely relaxed tone.

At this moment, although she is naked, she is a real witch who destroys the country.

Ian regretted the excuse he had just made to brush her off.

Black Jeanne d'Arc was not aware of the change in the man's mentality - she only knew that his performance just now completely met her requirements.

"okay."

"I'm almost done with my bath."

Black Jeanne stood up.

The moonlight outside the window shone on the Dragon Witch, reflecting her snow-like skin.

"It's time to show you the Holy Grail."

"Come to my room later—it's down the corridor."

"correct."

Black Jeanne licked her lips.

"Let's do it again before bed, is that ok?"

"..."

"If you don't say anything, it means you agree to me." The girl took the initiative to speak for the man.

"Then I'll go to the room now."

"Come over here as soon as you're clean."

After saying this, the Dragon Witch put on her clothes, opened the door, and headed to the other end of the corridor.

Ian was the only one left, bound to the spot by her violent words.

To be fair, it really doesn't matter to Ian whether the people in this city are dead or alive.

But once he thought that they were trapped in this desperate situation of death because of his words, the man felt a little uncomfortable.

He really doesn't have the kindness to meddle in other people's affairs.

But he is definitely not the kind of jerk who would want to completely get rid of the trouble he has caused.

But having said that——

What to do now?

Just as Ian was thinking about what countermeasures he should take, an unexpected figure pushed open the bathroom door and appeared in front of him.

It was Atalanta who came in after Jeanne d'Arc left.

however--

This is the bathroom.

When the cat-girl servant broke in, all she saw was the man's masculine body.

Unlike Jeanne d'Arc, who had no exposure to forbidden knowledge, Atalanta knew a lot about this.

The moment her eyes met Ian's, she instinctively looked towards an extremely embarrassing place.

Then, the cat girl's ears stood up and she started mumbling something like a possessed person.

"This size... is too big."

"..."

Although he didn't mind being praised by girls in this aspect, Ian wasn't so perverted as to be willing to hear such words anytime and anywhere.

What's more, I am thinking about something very important right now.

The man lowered his voice a bit and spoke with a tone of obvious dissatisfaction:

"Atalanta."

"It is extremely rude to barge in when someone is taking a shower."

"..."

After hearing what Ian said, the cat girl came back to her senses from the surprise of seeing the giant creature.

She immediately retracted her gaze and then apologized in a very sincere tone.

"sorry."

"I don't want to do this either - but now is the only time I have the chance to see you alone."

"..."

Men are not slow.

He could tell there was something behind her words, so he stood up.

The sturdy body, illuminated by the moonlight from behind, cast a large dark shadow in the room.

"so--"

"What on earth do you want to say while she's away?"

Hearing this, Atalanta glanced at the other end of the corridor - that was the direction where Joan of Arc had just left.

"It's not enough time to talk now."

She looked back at the man in front of her and said seriously:

"Can you come to the rooftop tonight?"

"..."

While meeting in the bathroom.

Outside the ruined village of Domremi.

After a long journey, Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group finally reunited with Mashu and Fufu near the village.

“Mashu——!”

Seeing his Servant again, Fujimaru Ritsuka waved his hand happily.

"Eh?!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Mashu, who was sitting under the tree, raised her head, and then saw her real Master.

"Ritsuka——!"

"You are finally here!"

"Fu!" Fu Fu also shouted.

"Hehehe." Fujimaru Ritsuka grinned and rubbed his hands together, "Sorry, sorry."

"The roads of this era are much more complicated than I imagined... I wasted a lot of time going around in circles."

"is it?"

Mash wiped her eyes.

"It's okay~ It's good to be together again... I thought I would never see you again."

"How could that be! You are my Servant!"

"I told Ian - we have to be good friends with you!"

In stark contrast to the excitement that Fujimaru Ritsuka showed after seeing Mash, Mordred at this moment was much more gloomy than before.

Because she found that there were indeed only Mashu and Fufu left here, and her father was nowhere to be found.

She clenched her fists, looked at the pink-haired girl in front of her, and said:

"Where did my Master go?"

"..."

Hearing this question, Mashu's expression suddenly turned guilty.

She recalled the scene where Ian was taken away by "Joan of Arc" in her mind.

"I'm sorry, Mordred."

"I failed to protect my senior... and he was taken away by Jeanne d'Arc."

"..."

Mordred had no intention of making things difficult for Mashu - after all, she was his father's favorite girlfriend.

Seeing her bowing her head to apologize, the naughty boy quickly restrained his questioning tone and comforted her instead:

"It's okay!"

"My Master is very powerful... Even if he is captured, there will definitely be no problem!"

"Maybe he has already dealt with that person called Jeanne d'Arc!"

"Yes, really?"

Hearing this, Mashu's hope was rekindled - she was really afraid from the bottom of her heart that something might happen to Ian because of his lack of ability.

Just then, a gentle voice cautiously came into the girls' conversation.

"that--"

"I really don't want to interrupt your reminiscing, but can I join in?"

Although the voice was gentle, it was a little strange.

Mashu subconsciously looked in the direction it came from, and was then startled.

Because the person who was speaking was none other than "Joan of Arc" from not long ago!

"Danger!"

Without saying a word, Mashu picked up her round shield, protected Mordred and Fujimaru Ritsuka behind her, and then stood in front.

however--

"Pfft."

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled, then reached out and patted Mashu on the shoulder.

"Don't be so nervous."

"She...is probably not the Joan of Arc you met."

"..."

After hearing what her Master said, Mashu did not believe it at first. Instead, out of caution, she silently observed the girl in the cloak in front of her.

Joan of Arc was also very tolerant of such suspicion.

When she realized this, she even took a few steps forward so that Mashu could observe her more closely.

With this assistance, the pink-haired girl soon discovered some clues.

Although at first glance, the "Joan of Arc" in front of him did look almost the same as the "Joan of Arc" who had kidnapped Ian before.

But if you think about it carefully, you will find some differences.

Like the color of hair and eyes;

Or it could be said that it is the aura that emanates from the inside out.

A little description.