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

"but--"

A flash of doubt flashed across Atalanta's eyes.

"There is one question I haven't figured out along the way."

"Ok?"

Black Jeanne's eyes fell on Atalanta who said this.

She frowned slightly.

"Problem? What problem?"

"That's it..." Atalanta's expression was a little complicated, "I... don't understand why we have to retreat."

Just as the cat girl confessed.

Although after Ian's Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur Morgan) was released, both Joans suffered considerable damage.

but--

Relying on her keen perception as an Archer, Atalanta quickly determined that her side still had an absolute advantage.

Even if the Clarent and Excalibur Morgan continued to tie.

When facing the Shielder who is obviously weaker than me, I will definitely have the upper hand.

This was an excellent attacking opportunity no matter how you looked at it, but it was shattered by the word "retreat".

Atalanta, who was born as a hunter, naturally couldn't understand such things.

but--

In stark contrast to the cat girl's confused state, Black Jeanne d'Arc knew exactly why she did this.

She raised her head, and in front of Atalanta's sight, she gently kissed Ian, and then explained the reason with some warmth she received from him.

"Of course we have to retreat."

"because--"

"I'm going to come back here with him and get married."

"Wha, what?!"

Atalanta scratched her head but couldn't imagine that this would be the reason given by Black Joan of Arc.

The reason why his Master gave up the attack was because he wanted to come back and marry his Servant? !

This is impossible, right? !

……

No.

Other masters might not do this, but for her, it is a reasonable thing to do.

after all--

There was always something wrong with the way she looked at Ian.

That is not the attitude a Master should have towards his Servant.

This has already been verified in previous cross-border behaviors between men and women.

Giving up fighting immediately just to get married is something she is capable of doing!

After completing the logical arrangement, Atalanta's gaze fell on Ian who was holding Black Jeanne.

There was a hint of cautious exploration in the cat girl's eyes.

And Ian fully understood the meaning behind it - it was asking himself whether what Black Jeanne had just said was true.

There's nothing to hide about this.

The man nodded directly.

"..."

Atalanta's expression showed a little bit of loss for a moment, but she quickly regained control.

She thought she was foolproof, but she didn't know that Ian had already noticed the change - he just didn't say it to her face.

"I see... I understand."

"That--"

"Master, when do you plan to hold this wedding?"

"I haven't decided yet." Jeanne d'Arc answered happily, "But it shouldn't take too long."

"Once I have learned what to do from Caster, I will take action immediately."

"but--"

"Before that, there is one more thing I must do."

Black Joan of Arc turned around and looked at Ian, with a little more cuteness of a girlfriend in her eyes.

"Dear~"

"Put me down."

Atalanta looked indifferent when she heard this title.

But her tail stood up at this moment - that was the most instinctive jealous reaction.

Although Ian noticed this, he could only follow Black Joan's instructions and put her on the ground.

The Dragon Witch who returned to the earth immediately took the next step.

She returned to her cold state and spoke in a very sober tone:

"Although I really want to get married, but knowing that the other party has so many people——"

"There must be something more to do."

"I want to let them know...that all efforts are in vain."

Promising this, Black Jeanne conjured up the Holy Grail and the Dragon's Magic Banner.

She began to draw something in this Demon King's Castle in a certain form.

Because he had some experience in magic, Ian quickly figured out what she was drawing.

That is the summoning circle belonging to the Dragon Witch.

Through it, one can summon heroic servants from every era to be by one's side.

Atalanta probably came in this way.

but--

Ian was still a little curious about how Black Jeanne mastered such a summoning array.

After all, she herself did not exist in the history of the Hundred Years' War between England and France, but was an avenger who came here in pursuit of the Holy Grail.

Could it be that she had mastered this kind of thing on her own?

But this is a bit exaggerated no matter how you think about it.

And speaking of which—

Since you know about this kind of summoning circle, you should have used it before, right?

The more I think about it, the weirder it gets.

but--

Compared to these things that require a lot of time to think seriously, Ian knew that there was something more important he should do at this moment.

There is a little kitten who is still anxious.

He took advantage of the time when Jeanne d'Arc was concentrating on the summoning circle and forgot about other things and approached Atalanta.

The man's hand went around her back and gently kneaded her firm buttocks.

"Eh?!"

The cat girl, feeling that she was being toyed with by the man, suddenly became quite panicked.

"What are you doing?"

"Hmm?" The man's hand exerted a little more force. "Isn't this name a bit wrong?"

"..."

It wasn't until the man hinted at something that Atalanta looked at Jeanne d'Arc, who was completely focused on drawing the summoning circle, and she began to waver.

In the end, the cat girl, who had been completely trained by the man, lowered her head and changed her words obediently.

"Master~"

"That's right." Ian affirmed Atalanta's approach, "This is how I make a good cat."

"But then again—"

"Are you disgusted by the fact that I am marrying the Master?"

"..."

The cat girl looked at the man next to her with a surprised expression.

She probably never expected that the other party would bring up this matter so directly, and for a moment she didn't know what was the best answer.

"No!" Atalanta shook her head.

"How dare I object to Master and Master marrying?!"

"Really?" the man asked again.

"...Really." The cat girl's voice became a little softer.

"I'll ask you one last time, is this true?"

"..."

I realized that if I continued to answer in the same way as before, this would probably be the end of it.

Atalanta hesitated for a long time, and finally shook her head.

"no."

"I... am very concerned about the wedding of the Master and the Master."

"Finally the truth has been told."

Ian looked at the cat girl beside him.

"so--"

"Are you worried that there will be a lot of inconveniences after marriage?"

"Yes." Atalanta nodded without disguising.

“Then—” the man said.

"You don't have to worry about this kind of thing anymore."

"Eh?" There was a hint of surprise in the cat girl's eyes - of course she was not caring about the other party's actions, but what he said.

"Master...what do you mean?"

"It's complicated to explain."

Ian looked at the Black Joan of Arc in front of him, and the hand behind Atalanta became more and more reckless, making the other party almost shout out.

"Anyway——"

"She doesn't mean 'marry' in the same way as you do."

"and……"

The man pinched the most elastic part and held it tightly in his hand.

"Hasn't she already said that?"

"When we do that kind of thing, you can come along too."