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"Comfort her?!"

Hearing this, Black Jeanne became even more excited than before.

She pressed Ian against the wall, her beautiful golden eyes showing obvious anxiety.

"Why did you want to comfort her?! Did she ask you to comfort her?! When did you start comforting her?! Why didn't you tell me you were going to comfort her before you comforted her?! How did you comfort her?! How long did you comfort her?! How many times did you comfort her?! What was her reaction after you comforted her?! Was it good or bad?!"

"Tell me quickly!"

"..."

To be fair, despite being mentally prepared, Black Jeanne's performance still surprised Ian.

It was the first time he saw her so excited—she asked so many questions in less than ten seconds.

This is an amazing performance and also beyond common sense.

At this moment, Ian couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had a reason to explain all this.

Otherwise, if we really face these problems, we will not be able to explain them clearly even if we spend days and nights discussing them.

"Don't be impatient yet."

Ian's hand gently stroked the head of Black Jeanne in front of him - that was an act that Nagi did not hate, but rather liked very much.

"Just listen to my explanation first."

"..."

Black Jeanne did not respond to Ian directly, but her slightly docile look was enough to prove that she condoned his behavior.

"Alas." The man sighed and began to explain.

"Just now... the defeated Camilla escaped back here."

"Eh?! Where is she now?!"

"Disappeared."

"To be precise, he disappeared in front of Atalanta and me."

Ian's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for her to understand what happened tonight.

Although there is some malice.

But the man felt that the Black Joan of Arc in front of him might not care much about Camilla's death - this was just a perfect explanation.

However, the Dragon Witch's reaction was almost the same as Atalanta's.

She had a ferocious expression on her face, her skin was tautly stretched, and she looked like a completely different person from before.

"who is it……"

"Who killed Camilla?!"

The roar of the Dragon Witch echoed throughout the corridor.

It was a voice that was enough to strike fear into people's hearts, and it was emitting waves of anger.

Ian could feel the magic power in Black Jeanne's body surging wildly, as if her entire body would burst into flames in the next moment.

She is not as heartless as she appears to be, but a Master who values ​​her servants very much.

After hesitating for a moment, Ian decided to tell Black Joan of Arc Camilla's last words.

"According to what Camilla entrusted to Atalanta and me—"

"This is the result of her failed attempt to attack 'the other you'."

Black Jeanne's pupils widened in an instant, completely losing the girlfriend spirit she had when she "caught someone cheating" just now.

Instead, there were almost crazy shouts.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Where is that woman?! I'm going to kill her!!!"

Realizing that Black Jeanne might go berserk on the spot if this continued, Ian wanted to stop things from going in that direction.

"Don't worry."

"There will definitely be a chance... Now, let's think about what to do next, right?"

Perhaps it is true as Atalanta said, Ian is a very special existence to Black Jeanne.

After the man made this suggestion, the Dragon Witch gradually calmed down.

Then she realized a problem.

"That--"

"Isn't Atalanta in a bad mood right now?!"

"No, I have to go see her!"

Black Jeanne d'Arc's mobility is still as strong as ever.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she walked around the man in front of her and entered the cat girl's room alone.

There is no other way.

Ian could only follow her and return to the room he had just come out of.

"Atalanta," Black Jeanne called out.

"Eh?!"

Atalanta woke up from her drowsy state when she heard the voice of Black Jeanne.

The cat girl looked at her master and the real "master" Ian beside her, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

To know--

She was in the quilt, having just fallen asleep after being trained by Ian.

Not only was there no covering on her fair body, but between her legs there was a source of magic left by the man.

As long as it's discovered, so to speak.

Black Jeanne would know right then and there that she had had sex with him.

"Master... why are you here?"

"I came to see you."

Black Jeanne sat down next to Atalanta and spoke in a serious tone.

“Don’t worry—!”

"Although Camilla is dead, the rest of us can definitely destroy France!"

"..."

Atalanta did not respond to Jeanne d'Arc's words, but moved back a little.

On the one hand, she was afraid that if she got too close, the other person would smell something wrong.

On the other hand, she couldn't face the Master - after all, she had done so many tricks behind his back.

Black Jeanne had no idea what Atalanta was thinking at the moment.

She simply viewed her behavior as insecurity caused by Camilla's death.

The Dragon Witch pursed her chin.

Her breathing became faster.

As a witch, she seemed to be thinking about how to pull the other person out of his current mood.

She looked at Atalanta, then at Ian, and suddenly an idea came to her.

And the words that the Dragon Witch said next were completely beyond the man's ability to predict.

Black Jeanne looked at the cat girl in front of her and explained what she had just thought of with a very serious attitude.

"I say, Atalanta."

"Next time Ian and I do something comfortable, do you want to come along?"

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere fell into endless silence in an instant.

Then, the cat girl screamed.

Her fair cheeks quickly heated up to an alarming red within seconds of hearing the words.

"Master!!!"

“What are you talking about——!”

"What do you mean by 'do you want to come along'?"

Black Jeanne, whose mental state was extremely unstable, did not realize the true meaning of Atalanta's words.

She thought the other party didn't understand what she was talking about "that kind of thing", so she explained it again very seriously.

"That's when Ian used his Noble Phantasm on me. You can come and try it together."

"not like this!"

The cat girl waved her hands repeatedly, and her tail stood up behind her because of excitement.

"Master, this is not what I meant!"

"Then what do you mean?" Black Jeanne looked at the Servant in front of her with a puzzled look, "Tell me quickly."

This is a situation even more uncomfortable than being caught in bed.

She was going to confess why she didn't want to try his Noble Phantasm - but the reality was that she had just used it up!

Atalanta hesitated for a long time before answering:

"Ian... is the Master's Servant."

"How can I use the Master's Noble Phantasm together with him?"

The cat girl felt really guilty when she said this, but Black Jeanne didn't notice at all.

Her focus was on the problem itself.

"Why not?" Black Jeanne asked back.

"Does it bother you?"

"……of course not!"

"Then I don't mind."

After the Dragon Witch said this, she looked at the man next to her.

"Does it bother you?"

"..."

Hearing this, Atalanta also looked at Ian.

She was a little afraid that he would say he minded, but also a little afraid that he would say he didn't mind.

However, what the cat girl didn't know was——

Men have already reached a level of perfection in this regard.

He smiled and nodded.

"Of course I don't mind."

"One or two, it's all the same to me... Well, it's fine with me anyway."

Hearing the answer she wanted, the Dragon Witch smiled with satisfaction.

Her attention therefore returned to the cat girl in front of her.

"You don't mind, I don't mind, and he doesn't mind even more."

"Then why can't we do this?"