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

Gilles de Ray pointed to the tallest building in the Demon King's City of Orleans.

"Master, please take a good rest there!"

"it is good."

Following the location pointed by Gilles de Rais, Black Joan of Arc grabbed Ian's hand tightly and rushed there.

This distance is not short.

The Dragon Witch, who didn't like silence, soon started talking again.

"Hey! Why am I so happy?" she asked.

"What the hell is going on?"

"..."

Looking at the face that was almost identical to Joan of Arc, Ian couldn't help but feel complicated.

He had really treated her as his sister several times.

"…Maybe it's because you subconsciously like to do this kind of thing."

"so--"

"Now that I can really do it, I will be so excited."

"Is that so?" Black Joan of Arc turned around, stood on tiptoe, and came in front of Ian.

"how about you?"

"Will you be happy to marry me?"

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"of course."

"If I wasn't happy, I wouldn't be standing with you now, right?"

"That's it~"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Black Jeanne felt a little less oppressed.

"No wonder you said marriage is the next step in the relationship."

"So it's because both of us will feel happy--!"

"Well, maybe that's the case."

On the streets of the Demon King's City of Orleans, Ian and Black Jeanne chatted with each other and arrived at their destination unknowingly.

To the man's surprise, Atalanta was already waiting there.

Looking at the two people holding hands, her expression was a little lost for a moment, but she soon smiled and spoke.

"Master... and Ian."

"You came so quickly." Ian looked at the cat girl in front of him, "How did you find this place?"

"Intuition." The cat girl responded, and then looked at the building behind her.

"after all--"

"Master, do you like those kinds of particularly conspicuous places?"

"..."

Ian couldn't deny it.

After all, Black Jeanne d'Arc is indeed the kind of person who likes to show off.

According to this logic, it is not surprising to infer that two people would come here.

"I see." The man nodded.

"Yes."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a mysterious silence.

Atalanta lowered her head, unable to utter a word.

Although I didn't feel anything at all when I first proposed it to Ian.

But when she really had to say to the Master, "Please let me join in," she realized how shameful it was.

it's wired.

How abrupt.

Three people doing this kind of thing together...

The cat girl's reaction was too obvious.

So much so that Ian knew what she was thinking at a glance.

He leaned close to Black Jeanne's ear and whispered.

The Dragon Witch's eyes gradually became surprised.

She looked at Atalanta in front of her and said:

"Do you want to start participating in the research on the Noble Phantasm tonight?!"

"Eh?"

When the cat girl heard her master say this, she immediately looked at Ian.

The latter's smile made her realize what had happened in an instant - the other party had stated the request on her behalf.

"Yes, yes." Atalanta responded in a low voice.

"oh--!"

"Sure." Black Jeanne d'Arc is still the Dragon Witch who keeps her promises.

"Then you can come in with me tonight."

Atalanta had never expected that things would be so much simpler than she had imagined.

In her mind, she had already begun to imagine herself and Ian being intimate in front of the Master.

The cat girl's tail began to wag.

however--

Atalanta had no idea that she had underestimated Jeanne d'Arc's desires.

Somewhere in a room at night.

The cat girl was feeling very uneasy at this moment.

She was quite anxious without any cover.

Even though his Master had been filled to the brim by Ian, he still didn't seem to have any intention of letting him go.

The sound of affection echoed in the room and couldn't be stopped.

If this continues... I'm afraid I'll have to wait until tomorrow morning.

What’s worse is that there is no way to confess this.

Don't do that kind of thing...

Atalanta's legs moved restlessly on the bed.

She thought she didn't show anything, but in fact Ian saw it all.

The latter looked at the Black Jeanne who was still thinking about something, hesitated for a while, and said:

"By the way...is it time to let Atalanta give it a try?"

"Eh?"

Black Jeanne exhaled a breath of hot air, her eyes looking quite confused.

"I'll let her try."

"But now...I haven't finished yet."

"When I think it's enough...try it on her again!"

"..."

Black Joan of Arc really had no intention of dominating Ian.

But she also didn't seem to realize that it was impossible for her to be satisfied.

From this perspective——Atalanta could only watch forever.

Ian knew that wouldn't work.

He thought for a while and said:

"Then if there is a way to satisfy you while also involving Atalanta, would you be willing?"

"Of course I do, she is my Servant!"

"Well."

Ian leaned over to Atalanta and whispered something softly to her.

The cat girl blushed at first, then nodded obediently like a little pet.

She came to Black Jeanne and said shyly:

"Master...please allow me to provide you with this service on behalf of Ian."

Having said this, the little cat girl looked at Black Jeanne d'Arc in front of her, hoping that she could let her lover go.

The man watched his plan come to fruition, and then he smiled at the Dragon Witch and said:

"Is this situation... acceptable?"

"Never tried it." Black Jeanne leaned forward slightly and leaned in front of Ian.

“But it seems quite interesting.”

inside the room.

The three of them formed a fairly stable triangle.

Above is the Dragon Witch and her beloved Servant kissing passionately.

They all got the satisfaction they deserved, so there was nothing to complain about.

And below is the cat girl Atalanta who is constantly absorbing the source of magic power from both sides.

She looked quite happy as she felt the total amount of magic power in her body rising.

"That's his scent up ahead."

"There's also his..."

Thinking of this, the cat girl couldn't stop shaking.

After a long period of joy.

Three people slept in the same bed.

And Black Jeanne d'Arc still looked very excited.

“I didn’t expect there would be such a method!”

"Yes."

Ian gently touched the head of Atalanta, who was the most tired. She was quietly listening to the words of Joan of Arc and Ian in the bed, while also doing the final finishing work.

As a servant, she had no objection to this extremely shameful job.

But the man did not forget his purpose tonight.

"By the way, can I ask you a question?"