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Black Jeanne didn't care at all about her body that was still leaking magical energy onto the ground - or rather, she didn't care in front of the man.

Naked in front of Ian, she began to gather something.

I saw black light shining around the room, and it gradually condensed in the hands of the Dragon Witch.

Eventually, the lights turned into a golden cup.

It is emitting some unspeakable substance.

Ian realized something immediately.

The Holy Grail is a very important thing to Jeanne d'Arc - so it is impossible for her to leave it lying around.

Under this premise, what is the safest way to deal with it?

That's right.

That is to carry the Holy Grail with you.

The Dragon Witch had managed to "split" the Holy Grail into something like a magical power by some unknown means.

She would only present it in this way when she wanted it to appear.

The witch who intends to destroy the country is not as stupid as imagined!

In addition, the man noticed another important thing.

That is, the Holy Grail in front of me seems somewhat familiar.

etc--!

Isn't this the Holy Grail that Leif brought on that rainy night in my memory?

How did it end up in her hands now? !

"..."

"Where did you get this Holy Grail?" Ian asked.

"Why do you ask?"

Black Jeanne moved forward a little, her cheek almost touching Ian.

She had absolutely no sense of propriety in front of him.

"Is this kind of thing important?"

"Not that it's important." Ian was not panicked.

"Just a little curious."

"If you can't say it...then just pretend I never mentioned it."

Ian didn't intend to ask further.

After all, after knowing that this thing was the Holy Grail buried by Leif, its corresponding information value was much lower.

After all, we had encountered a similar thing once at singularity F.

If this arouses Black Jeanne's suspicion, it would not be worth it.

however--

Ian just mentioned it, and Black Jeanne went straight to the origin of the Holy Grail.

"It was given to me by Caster (magician)... as a gift for my arrival in this land."

Having said that, the Dragon Witch smiled.

"You see, I'm not the only one who wants to destroy France, am I?"

"..."

The man felt that Black Jeanne was seeking some strange sense of recognition.

She didn't seem to be very confident about her behavior.

"Okay, let's not talk about this~"

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who hugged the man's neck, showed an unsatisfied look.

"Hurry up and get hard."

"I... still want it."

Ian didn't say anything else, just nodded silently.

Following the agreement with Atalanta, he began to use his own body in a one-for-one exchange to delay Jeanne d'Arc.

The room was once again filled with the Dragon Witch's screams of sexual enjoyment.

Everything is going according to plan.

Ian kept asking Black Joan to do her favorite things in order to buy enough time for Atalanta to act.

The cat girl was not idle either.

Her figure kept shuttling around the city.

finally--

As the sun was setting in the sky, Atalanta's voice came again from outside the door.

"Master, it's already noon."

At first glance, these words sound like a reminder for Black Jeanne to pay attention to the time.

But Ian, who understood the plan, knew that this was the cat girl's way of saying that she was ready.

After the man neatly left a source of magic power in the Dragon Witch's body, he carried out the second step of his plan.

"It seems... we have to get down to business."

Although it was a bit disappointing, Black Jeanne d'Arc didn't complain much.

"……Too."

"When we get to the new place, you will serve me well."

The evil dragon roared and spread its huge wings.

The Dragon Witch, with a belly full of blood, commanded her evil dragons and began to burn the border city of Saratari.

Her smile was arrogant and indulgent, echoing in the sky like a devil's sound.

Ian, who was standing on the ground and looking at the terrible fire curtain, felt somewhat emotional.

If no evacuation measures had been taken before she did these things—

I'm afraid that at this moment, this place will turn into a hell on earth?

Just as the man was rejoicing, a hand poked him gently.

Ian turned around and saw that it was Atalanta.

"It is you."

"Yes." Atalanta nodded.

"The plan was a success—she didn't see through my disguise."

"Well...but how did you get the people in the city to leave?"

"Just say you want to burn the city."

"I see."

"..."

"..."

The two fell into a mysterious silence.

After a long time, Ian took the initiative to break this strange atmosphere.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Knowing that she couldn't hide it from Ian, Atalanta spoke directly:

"By the way... So you saved a child once on the day you came back with the Master?"

“…It seems to be the case.”

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"What's there to say?" Ian smiled calmly, "It's just saving a little kid, do we really have to let the whole world know about it?"

“That’s not something I like to do.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly felt a little more wetness on his cheeks.

He soon realized what had happened—Atalanta had initiated the kiss.

"you……"

"Don't get me wrong." Cat Girl looked at Ian in front of her, her face flushed.

"This is just a thank you gift."

"Thank you for saving the child, and thank you for cooperating with me to do this this time."

"No need to thank me." Ian patted her head, "We just happen to have the same interests."

"That's not what I said."

Atalanta, who was being touched on the head, did not object to the man's behavior.

Her tail was swaying gently behind her.

"You... could have rejected me, couldn't you?"

"After all, I know that not everyone likes children as much as I do."

"Okay." Ian didn't intend to refute her words, "If you think it's better to understand it this way, then treat me as a good person."

"Ah."

The cat girl nodded, then became shy again.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

"That deal... have you figured out how to do it?"

"..."

Ian gave an interested smile.

"Are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry." Atalanta retorted in a low voice, "I just... don't want to owe you anything."

"Okay, I just happened to think of how to discipline you."

"..."

Hearing this, the cat girl's throat moved slightly.

"What is it?"

"It's simple... Just be a cat in front of me in private."

"Be a cat? Does that mean learn to be a cat?"

"Ah."

"..."

Atalanta was a little discouraged - she had thought there would be something more exciting.

At least it should be at the same level as your master, right?

"It's just learning how to talk to a cat... It shouldn't be that hard, right?"

“It’s actually quite difficult.”

"Is it difficult?"

"Yeah." Ian leaned close to Atalanta's ear and whispered.