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

Atalanta's cheeks heated up to the limit in an instant.

The sounds made by her Master and the muscular man in the bathroom echoed in her mind.

It was an obscene sound that could make people imagine things just by listening to it from outside.

"Can I not answer this question?" Atalanta said with a blushing face, feeling extremely ashamed.

"Of course." The man shrugged, "But if that happens, I'll leave now."

"I don't want to waste my time on someone who doesn't even want to explain the situation clearly."

"..."

At this moment, Atalanta finally understood what it meant to be restricted by others.

Her lips trembled for a while, but she was finally forced to utter that simple one-word reply.

"Ah."

After admitting this, Atalanta simply lowered her head.

She had already imagined how much contempt the man in front of her would use to look at her - after all, this situation was indeed a bit over the line.

However, the subsequent development of the matter was completely different from what the cat girl had imagined.

She did hear a voice coming from a man.

but--

It was just a casual order.

"Atalanta, lift your head, and look at me."

"..."

There was no trace of contempt in the man's words, nor was there any reproach for eavesdropping.

Atalanta's two cat ears shook slightly, and finally she slowly raised her head.

What she saw was the man's slightly pityful look.

In an instant, the cat girl blushed again.

But this time, she didn't blush because she thought about those things between men and women - it was just because her heart beat a little faster when they looked at each other.

but--

This feeling of accelerated heartbeat did not last long.

Because the man’s next sentence was also an order.

"I don't think your purpose is to deliberately listen to that kind of thing."

"So--"

"Speak up about your deeper thoughts."

The man was clearly digging for something deeper, but Atalanta felt like submitting.

Her throat moved slightly, and then she explained her deep thoughts:

"Master... This is not the first time that a city has been burned."

"But she never tells us when we're going to do this, and you seem to be an exception."

"so--"

"so I……"

Feeling ashamed, Atalanta didn't say any more, but it was enough for Ian to understand what she meant.

"To put it simply, you want to get information from me about when she will take action."

"And you think I can make that happen if I'm willing to do it, right?"

"...That's about right." The cat girl bit her lip tightly as she reached the peak of shame. "Isn't that right?"

“But isn’t this a problem?”

Ian walked forward a little and took the initiative to restore the distance he had just created to the original position.

"She is your Master."

"And you are her Servant."

"Then..." The man's gaze fell on Atalanta, still with a hint of caution.

"Shouldn't you just do whatever she does?"

"..."

Atalanta felt a little embarrassed by what he said, so she turned her head away and actively avoided the other person's gaze.

"In theory, this is indeed the case."

"but--"

"As a Servant, I also have things I care about."

"Like children?" Ian said.

"Yes." Atalanta nodded, "I can't accept that a child was buried in a sea of ​​fire because of the Master's actions."

"But I can't take the initiative to tell her about this kind of thing... Do you understand what I mean?"

"...Hmm." Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"Then why do you only want to save children? Aren't the adults in this city important to you?"

"..."

At this point, Atalanta knew that the man in front of her had almost figured out her thoughts.

It is simply impossible to conceal the original motive.

She thought she might as well just give up and blurt it out.

"The thing is like this..."

In the next few minutes, Atalanta told the man in front of her about her past.

It includes the story of how he was abandoned by his father, the king, and his mother, the queen, who both wanted a son, and how he survived to adulthood with the help of the people in the forest.

These are all stories that really happened to her.

So whenever Atalanta talked about some sad things and recalled the past, she would seem a little lost.

And Ian would be very gentlemanly to offer her his shoulder and gently soothe the cat girl's emotions at this time.

The distance between the two people became closer and closer in the process.

After the story was over and Atalanta's emotions had stabilized, the man spoke again:

"So it's because you've experienced this kind of thing... that's why you don't want other children to experience it too?"

"In that case—"

"Atalanta, you are quite kind."

"Really?" The cat girl was a little shy when she heard this. "I just feel that I have to do this."

"Otherwise, wouldn't it be a betrayal of the kindness of those who have taken care of me?"

"makes sense."

Ian nodded, indicating that he agreed with Atalanta's statement.

However, he soon seemed to remember something and asked again:

"If that's the case—"

"I don't think I know the class you summoned this time. Can you let me know?"

After the exchange just now, Atalanta finally opened her heart to Ian.

Naturally, she agreed to this simple request.

"Well, I see."

After making such a promise, a large amount of magic power began to gather in the cat girl's hands - Ian knew that this was a process that a Servant would inevitably go through when summoning his own Noble Phantasm.

This also further verified the man's initial guess.

The singularity here in France is essentially a Holy Grail War.

As long as we can end this Holy Grail War, we may be able to repair this singularity.

After the magic power was gathered, a bow with a black handle and gold patterns appeared in Atalanta's fair hands.

She held it tightly in her hand and then showed it to Ian.

"This is Tauropolos."

"Tauropolos." Ian nodded, "So you are an Archer."

"Ah."

Atalanta responded to the man by raising her hand.

The Tauropolos disappeared from their sight.

"What about you? What's your rank? Can you tell me?"

Realizing that Atalanta seemed to really regard him as one of Black Jeanne's servants, Ian had no intention of changing her mind.

He used his memory projection ability to conjure up the Excalibur Galatine.

Although it is essentially a fake, it is still difficult to detect in the absence of light as it is already late at night.

"So it's Saber (Swordsman)?"

Atalanta nodded thoughtfully, and then suddenly realized a very fundamental problem.

"Oh, yes... you are also the Master's Servant."

"Asking you to do something like this is like asking you to betray her, right?"

"How could I forget about something like this... What an idiot."

Hearing the cat girl's mumbling to him, Ian couldn't help but think that Atalanta was a little cute.

Her personality is typical of being cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

Before you are familiar with it, it is very difficult to speak a word.

But once you get to know her, you'll realize that she's actually a person who cares a lot about other people's feelings.

But this is not surprising.

If I didn't have this kind of personality, I wouldn't even consider children's issues.

Ian looked at the cat girl in front of him for a while, and suddenly asked a strange question.

"Atalanta, where is your room?"

"...Next to the Master."

Hearing this, the man immediately bent down and picked her up.

"Eh?!"

Atalanta, who was picked up by the princess, was a little at a loss.

"Ian, what are you doing?"

"Sh-don't talk."

"..."

Although she didn't know what the man wanted to do, the cat girl found that it seemed quite comfortable, so she really stopped making any sound and stayed in his arms like a kitten.

tap--

tap--

In the building late at night, Ian carried Atalanta forward and finally returned to her room.

There was a pop.