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

"..."

For a moment, Atalanta really didn't know how to refute this statement.

And more importantly—

She was a little excited.

Finally, the cat girl nodded.

"I understand... If the Master is willing to share, I... will accept it!"

"That's good."

Heizhen grabbed Ian's hand beside her.

"Then next time——"

"I'll call you, Atalanta."

"Now, just take a good rest."

The room was quiet again.

Atalanta, who was allowed to do so, leaned against the head of the bed alone, breathing out hot air from her mouth.

Three people doing that kind of thing together?

What kind of posture is required?

Many strange images began to appear in the cat girl's mind.

The fantasy was so beautiful that she was so immersed in it that she didn't even notice the tide rushing onto the shore again.

The other side of the room.

Black Jeanne, who was holding Ian's hand, did not return to the room.

She led him all the way to the city wall - which was also the place where the man had just walked with his little pet.

Ian couldn't help but feel curious about her choice.

"Are you going to..."

"What?"

Black Jeanne looked back at the man, and her eyes temporarily returned to the feeling of a little girlfriend.

"Can't I bring you here?"

"Of course not." Ian smiled, "You can take me anywhere you want."

"I'm just a little curious why you suddenly want to do this."

"I do not know either."

Black Jeanne stopped in front of a city wall.

She looked at the pale ground in the distance - a sign of sunrise.

"But I just want you to come here with me for a walk."

"..."

Although she is a dragon witch who intends to destroy the country.

But looking at the slightly sad profile of Black Joan of Arc, Ian couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

He couldn't tell whether this feeling was because she looked too much like Joan of Arc, or whether it was simply a feeling that had been born from the time they had spent together.

But no matter which one -

The only thing we can do now is to achieve perfect unity, right?

The man hugged Black Jeanne from behind and whispered in her ear.

"I see... I understand what you mean."

Everything was speechless.

At this moment, if we can ignore Black Jeanne d'Arc's identity as the Dragon Witch.

I'm afraid that everyone who witnessed this scene would regard them standing on the city wall as a couple?

Tick.

A tear fell to the ground.

There were two clear tear marks on Joan of Arc's fair cheeks.

"Camilla...is dead."

"..."

Ian didn't know how to respond for a moment.

If the previous Black Joan of Arc became angry because of Camilla's death;

At this moment, she was feeling sad and grief-stricken over the death of this servant.

Come to think of it, she might have already shown signs of this when she was encouraging Atalanta just now.

Is this a genuine expression of emotion, or pure emotional chaos?

Ian was completely at a loss.

but--

He just felt that she made him see the phantom of the past.

My sister was crying like this at that time, right?

At this moment, Black Jeanne turned around, looked up at the man, her eyes filled with tears.

"Hey!"

"Why can't I see clearly?!"

"..."

Hearing this, Ian reached out and gently wiped away the tears from Black Jeanne's face and spoke softly.

"Because you're crying."

"I didn't cry!" Black Jeanne argued, "How could I cry!"

"I am the Dragon Witch!"

"I will never cry?! Don't talk nonsense there!"

"..."

Ian sighed.

"Okay, okay, you said you didn't cry, so let's not cry."

"That's pretty much it..."

Black Jeanne sniffed, then stared at Ian, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

She didn't know what that emotion was, but she knew what she should do.

The girl stood on tiptoe and moved closer to the man's lips.

Sunrise in the southeast.

The warm sunlight fell on the two of them, silently bordering this emotionally healing kiss.

But at the same time--

A figure appeared in the distance outside the city.

That is Joan of Arc holding the white holy flag.

At this moment, she saw the kiss in the sunrise, and her eyes began to blur.

"elder brother?"

229. Jeanne: Give him back to me! / Idols who despise everyone / Source of magic (4k)

The time goes back to before sunrise.

When Joan of Arc woke up because of the voice in her dream.

“Dragon’s Roaring Thunder (Kilenc Sarkany)——!”

After confirming that her master had woken up, Elizabeth Bathory, who was summoned, immediately unfolded her Noble Phantasm.

The little girl was seen spinning the magic spear in her hand called Prison City Chahedis and chanting a mysterious spell.

The afterimage flickered and the thunder roared.

next moment.

It actually began to function like a loudspeaker, and then dispersed the sound from the magic gun outwards like a wave.

It was a breath that made people terrified.

The moment it was released, it caused a powerful impact on everything around it - the black shadow confronting it was naturally no exception.

She was obviously distracted by Elizabeth Bathory and found it difficult to organize a powerful offensive.

“It’s full of loopholes——!”

"How can someone like you... possibly give a good performance?!"

Elizabeth Bathory poured her magic power into her magic spear and stabbed directly at the dark shadow that tried to launch a surprise attack in the middle of the night.

I have to say is.

Although Elizabeth Bathory looked quite petite, she was not at all ambiguous when launching an attack.

thorn——

The magic spear pierced through the black shadow's body, and the hot blood flew in the dark night.

"Hmph, vulnerable!"

Elizabeth Bathory said this while holding a gun.

"Another me...I didn't expect you to be so weak."

"what is this!"

Mordred woke up covering her ears - it was obvious that Elizabeth Bathory's indiscriminate attack had also affected her.

"..."

The black shadow seemed to realize that the situation was far more complicated than she had imagined. She swung her scepter and chopped at the little Loli in front of her again.

But how could Elizabeth Bathory give her this chance to succeed?

She quickly pulled out her magic spear from the opponent's body, then moved it horizontally to block.

Ding!

The magic spear and the scepter collided again, making a crisp sound.

"Too weak!" said Elizabeth Bathory.

however--

The purpose of the black shadow's attack was not to hurt the little loli in front of him.

She drew back her scepter in a split second of confrontation, then raised a cloud of dust and quickly fled in another direction.

"Tsk."

Looking at the black shadow that disappeared without a trace, Elizabeth Bathory looked a little dissatisfied.

"This is too bad... I will become like that in the future."

"How annoying! I feel bad all of a sudden."

"that……"