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"because--"

"Kittens don't wear clothes in front of their owners."

"Eh?!"

The cat girl felt the excitement of last night again.

Her legs were shaking, but her tail was wagging behind her.

"……I see."

Over the next period of time, Atalanta carried out the deal.

On the surface, she is an Archer summoned by her master, Jeanne d'Arc.

But in private, she is a naked and docile cat in front of Ian.

Such a dual identity naturally brought about some superficial changes.

"Atalanta, why do you have a collar around your neck?" asked the Dragon Witch.

"…Decoration." The cat girl felt quite guilty.

"What about the knee?"

"I got it during practice."

"That's it..."

While hiding it, the cat girl gradually became addicted to this pleasure.

But this wasn't the only relationship between him and her.

The miracle of Saratari is repeated again and again with the cooperation of the two.

Late night in Jura.

This is a riverside city, now occupied by an evil dragon.

On the deserted city wall.

The naked little cat girl, with Ian holding the rope around her neck, slowly crawled forward - her tail was shaking from side to side behind her.

It can be seen that she really enjoys taking late-night walks with her owner.

And at this moment, the little cat girl was gently kicked on the buttocks - that was an instruction to end this walk.

Atalanta knelt in front of the man and gently rubbed her cheek against the treasure that her master had used many times.

The man's hand was quickly on her head.

The cat girl understood.

Whoosh whoosh.

The lovely sucking sound echoed in the silent night.

Ian rewarded the cat lady by petting her head gently - which made her tail wag even more.

At this moment, Atalanta had indeed become a man's tamed pet cat.

But she, who was completely inspired, did not hate this kind of thing, but enjoyed it very much.

During this service, Ian accidentally looked into the distance and saw something unexpected.

Under the moonlight, a figure was staggering on the road into the city - a sign of serious injury.

And she...

It seems that she is also one of Black Jeanne's servants!

227. The Complete Fall of Tamao/Jeanne's Servant/The Witch's First Defeat (4k)

Ian didn't respond based on his first instinct.

As the servant of Black Jeanne, Atalanta has very noticeable manifestations of magic.

That is something that a magus would never be able to ignore.

And now-

The servant who was staggering and dragging her body step by step towards the city had almost the same magical power as Atalanta.

Then the answer is obvious—she is also a servant of Black Jeanne d’Arc!

The moment he confirmed this, Ian felt that the situation seemed to be more wrong than he had imagined.

True.

The Hundred Years' War between England and France was a time period filled with dragons and magic, but servants like Atalanta summoned by Black Jeanne could not be harmed by ordinary people.

After all, they are protected by a mysterious power that is actually far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Of course, this is definitely not an invincible existence.

Even as powerful as they are, there is still a possibility of being hurt.

For example--

They had encountered something as powerful as themselves.

To put it more directly, it is the other servants.

Ian has not forgotten the nature of this singularity - a Holy Grail War that was born for unknown reasons.

Since this is the Holy Grail War, then things like this can basically be determined as conflicts between Servants.

This is a specific example that perfectly fits my previous conjecture.

After understanding this, Ian took a deep breath.

Although it was indeed a very comfortable thing to have Atalanta refresh his Noble Phantasm wholeheartedly like this, the man was not so confused about priorities.

You can’t let your second brother control you.

Otherwise, it will become the boss!

He stroked the cat girl's soft hair, and spoke softly as she looked back at him.

"Atalanta, now..."

The man explained the current situation clearly to the cat girl in front of him within thirty seconds.

Although she was completely immersed in the pleasure of being trained, Atalanta reacted in an instant.

"That--"

"What should I do now?!"

"Of course we should go and take a look together." Ian answered without hesitation, "No matter how you think about it... this is not a normal situation."

"..."

Atalanta's cheeks turned red as she looked at the rope tied to the collar in the man's hand.

She lowered her head and nodded after a while.

"Well... let's go then."

"..."

Ian thought about it for a moment before he understood what the cat girl meant - she was naked and willing to be led over by him like a pet.

This is a sign that both body and mind have completely surrendered to oneself.

The man who realized this smiled, then lowered his head and rubbed her head.

"Go change your clothes first."

"I don't like people seeing my little kitty like this."

Even though the person in front of her was a Servant like herself, Atalanta felt that his words were more like orders than those of her Master Jeanne d'Arc.

She wagged her tail and nodded.

"I know~"

A few minutes later.

Atalanta and Ian, who have returned to their roles as Archers, are rushing through the night streets of Jura.

Like dozens of cities that have been saved in the past, few people dare to hang out in Jura late at night.

The reason is also very simple.

Everyone was afraid of the ruthless Dragon Witch, fearing that they would be discovered by her and burned to charcoal alive.

In comparison, it is much safer to hide at home like this.

But what they don’t know is that hiding at home is also a dead end - it’s just a little late.

When the Dragon Witch is determined to kill, she will never let anyone escape.

But these are not what Ian and Atalanta should consider now.

At this moment, they had only one common thought in their minds: to rush to the side of the seriously injured servant as soon as possible.

In the passage from outside the city to inside the city, the man saw the figure he had just seen on the city wall.

It was a mature woman in a blood-red robe.

Scattered around her were the mask that was supposed to be worn on her face, and a rather delicate scepter.

At this moment, she was leaning against the wall of the passage, covering her abdomen, gasping for breath, and looking dying.

Being able to come back here is probably a miracle.

"Camilla?!"

Atalanta recognized the dying woman at a glance.

After greeting her, the cat girl probably thought that Ian next to her might not know Camilla, so she added another sentence.

"Ian... She is also one of the Master's servants, and her job is Assassin."

The man's face was calm, but he already had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

it is as expected.

It was exactly the same as what I had just guessed.

It seems that the similarity of magical performance can indeed be used as a basis for judging whether a Servant belongs to the same Master.

But then again——

If this is true, including the Caster (magician) mentioned by Jeanne d'Arc herself before, the number of Servants she controls in this Singularity Holy Grail War is at least three.

This is completely opposite to the requirements of "Holy Grail War - Magician - Servant" recorded in Ophelia's book.

Perhaps because she heard a familiar voice, the woman called Camilla by Atalanta took a long breath and spoke weakly:

"It is you……"

"Yes, it's me." The cat girl was nervous when she was recognized.

Although she never showed it on the surface, she was very clear about it, both to Ian and to Camilla in front of her.

This cat girl seemed to be getting along well with him - that was almost like being friends.

Hearing the answer, Camilla forced a smile and continued speaking intermittently.

"Atalanta...I was careless."

"Please... help me... tell the Master... that I... have been defeated."

"It should... be disappearing soon."

"Eh?!"

Hearing this, the cat girl immediately realized how Camilla was in this state - that was the damage left over from the battle!

But she didn't have time to ask any more questions and just kept comforting the woman in front of her.