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"..."

Atalanta's fair cheeks turned quite rosy in an instant.

Her legs were trembling slightly.

She asked in a low voice:

“Is this kind of thing really allowed?”

"..."

Seeing that Atalanta still looked like she couldn't believe that she could be involved.

Ian thought for a while and decided to convince her from another angle.

"That--"

"Even if you are not allowed, are you really not going to do it?"

"..."

Atalanta glanced at Ian, then shook her head shyly.

"Do not."

The cat girl could no longer shake off the feeling of being toyed with.

"Isn't that enough?"

Ian's hands became more and more violent.

In the blind spot of Jeanne d'Arc's vision that she could not detect, the man's hand reached the magic replenishment area.

He was going to let this little cat girl experience the shame of being unable to stop.

however--

The man never expected that as soon as his hand reached its destination, a chill would come over him.

He looked at the little cat girl beside him, and there was a hint of interest in his tone.

"What are you..."

"..."

Atalanta felt quite shy knowing that the obscene state of her body had been discovered by men.

She explained with the unconvincing manner of a child caught doing something wrong.

"This is not my fault..."

"Who told me... that the master and the master should keep doing it on the dragon's back..."

"I can't control myself when I think of that scene..."

"..."

Ian laughed.

"I see."

"Then it looks like we have to make arrangements for tonight."

"Come tonight?" The cat girl couldn't imagine what she would hear.

"Well..." the man said with a smile, "If you feel it's not possible, you can do it later."

"No!" the wet Atalanta said quickly.

Then she realized that this seemed a little lascivious, and her voice suddenly lowered a few notches.

"I mean... it's just right tonight."

"..."

"..."

Finding this even stranger, Atalanta was eager to explain.

But at this moment, she saw a figure approaching.

“Eh? It’s Caster.”

"Caster?"

"Yes!" Atalanta pointed to the other side.

"It's over there."

Before he could do anything, Ian's whole body trembled violently.

Because he felt a familiar magic flowing in the air.

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It's an extremely familiar feeling.

A more accurate description would be that it was almost identical to the magical power emanating from the true form of Joan of Arc that was revealed by Plerati on the day of her execution.

However, it is difficult for ordinary people to notice this kind of thing. Only Ian, who has personally experienced that kind of oppression, can react immediately.

Could it be——

Is it really Pulelati who appeared?

Thinking of this, Ian couldn't help but feel a little worried.

at the same time.

Atalanta, who had gained extraordinary perception due to her Archer class, sensed this change in Ian's mood.

"Master, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Is there something wrong with Caster (magician)? But I remember you two haven't met before?"

"..."

He realized that if he continued like this, Atalanta would notice something was wrong.

Ian shrugged and said directly:

"nothing."

"It's because we've never actually met that I'm a little curious."

"..."

Although Atalanta felt that Ian's attitude seemed a little strange, she did not ask further.

Because at this moment, she had something she had to say immediately.

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"That--"

"Can you please move your hand away? If Caster (magician) finds out... I won't be able to explain it to you."

"Let me make it clear first, I don't hate the Master for doing this... I'm just worried about being discovered."

"…The explanation behind this doesn't make any sense, does it?"

"I'm afraid that the master will misunderstand me..." the cat girl said with a blushing face, "and I don't want to cause trouble for the master."

"Well, you're right."

Ian finally pinched the elastic area gently and then released his hand.

His attention at this moment was focused on Caster (the magician) who had not yet appeared.

The man really wanted to know what kind of servant could have magic power fluctuations almost identical to that of Plerati.

So much so that I can't even tell the difference.

The figure walking from a distance gradually approached until its true face was revealed in front of Ian and Atalanta.

however--

The development of things once again surprised Ian.

The person who came in front of him was not the crazy girl Françoise Pleurati, but a real man.

He is tall, full of strength, and looks quite strong.

But what seems to be slightly inconsistent with this robustness is the face that is immersed in fanatical faith.

Ian had seen people with this demeanor countless times in Domremy Village.

It was just that this situation occurred at that time because France was losing the war and people had to rely on this hope to continue to survive.

Why did this man in front of me become like this...

That's unknown.

But there was one thing Ian was sure of.

That is, the man in front of him must have experienced something that was enough to touch the depths of his soul, otherwise it would be impossible for him to become like this.

"Atalanta," Ian asked calmly.

"What's wrong?" The little cat girl also lowered her voice.

"That Caster (magician), what's his name?"

"..."

"Eh?"

Hearing Ian's question, Atalanta fell into deep thought.

But in the end, she shook her head.

"Master, if you're asking that... I don't think I even know his name."

"what?"

Ian was a little surprised by this answer.

"You were summoned by the Master before me... How come you don't know his name?"

"This... isn't strange, is it?"

Hearing the man's words, Atalanta began to explain carefully.

"I didn't know the master's name at first, did I?"

"..."

Realizing that there is no point in this topic - if you don't know, you don't know.

Ian quickly ended it.

"You're right."

"but--"

"What is he here for?"

"Hmm..." Atalanta looked at Jeanne d'Arc who was still setting up a summoning circle not far away and gave her own guess.

"I think, maybe he came here to feel that the Master needs his help?"

"..."

It turned out that Atalanta's intuition was indeed very accurate.

Just as she had predicted, the Caster (magician) walked straight towards Black Jeanne.

After arriving in front of the Dragon Witch, the tall man bowed deeply, and then expressed his arrival in an extremely respectful tone.

"Master...you are back."

Perhaps because she heard a familiar voice, Jeanne d'Arc temporarily stopped drawing the summoning circle and looked up at Caster (the magician) who said this.