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Lancelot smiled.

"I just think you are very similar to someone I remember...that's why I'm asking."

"Looking at your reaction now, it seems to be true."

"So you plan to tell the Master?"

"No." Lancelot shook his head, "I don't have that idea at all."

"And even if I did, considering how much the Dragon Witch likes you, I don't think she would care about what I said."

"but--"

The Knight in the Lake looked at Ian, with a hint of regret in his eyes that came from witnessing certain things.

"Did you know... that King Arthur is a girl?"

"I know...I've always known it," Ian replied.

"Really?" Lancelot's frown slowly relaxed.

"That's great."

"That's enough for today...don't forget about the upcoming wedding."

"I will bless you well."

"……Um."

Everything returned to silence.

Ian realized that Lancelot might have noticed the feelings between him and Altria that had crossed the line a long time ago.

only--

He just never mentioned it.

The sun climbed higher and higher until it reached the center of the sky.

Following Gilles de Ray's arrangement, Ian began to wait for Joan of Arc in the room.

He was feeling somewhat complicated at the moment.

On the one hand, it was because he realized that the birth of Black Joan of Arc was not as simple as he had imagined.

There may be many things that are difficult to explain.

But on the other hand, the man did feel the Dragon Witch's anticipation for the wedding.

She was serious, and not just fooling around because of her half-knowledge.

Ian found that some cracks appeared in his heart along with Black Jeanne's sincerity.

This feeling was quite bad for him.

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door.

Ian didn't expect anyone to come to him at this time.

Could it be... that Black Jeanne had prepared it in advance?

With all kinds of thoughts in mind, the man opened the door.

But it was Atalanta he saw.

As soon as she saw Ian, the cat girl blushed immediately.

Before the other person could speak, she started talking in a low voice, as if it had become an instinct.

"Lord, Lord."

"..."

Ian looked at Atalanta who came here on her own initiative and smiled.

He bent down and lifted Atalanta onto his shoulders.

"Master, what are you doing?" The cat girl was a little flustered.

"What do you think?" Ian returned to the room, slammed the door shut, and put her on the bed.

"Who else can I fuck now?"

"..."

Atalanta, who fully understood what Ian meant, became even more shy.

"But Master...you are going to marry the Master soon, right?"

"Doing this now... doesn't seem like a good idea, right?"

"Your words are not convincing at all."

Ian stroked the cat girl's soft head.

"You came here on your own initiative... doesn't that mean you don't think this is bad?"

"Or--"

"Now that you have a guilty conscience, do you want to go back?"

"No!" Atalanta quickly denied this statement.

"Then don't waste your time."

"..."

The cat girl said nothing more.

She knew that as a pet, she had the obligation to serve her master.

The room was once again filled with the exhilarating sound.

This time, the treasure will not stay in just one place.

after a while.

Looking at Atalanta lying on him, Ian stroked her head with a smile.

"Comfortable?"

Atalanta blushed as she recalled the scene of having her hands tied and irrigating the garden continuously, and then having fluids forced into her throat for cleaning.

She has been fully developed and has gradually become addicted to this strange training.

The little cat girl swallowed something, nodded extremely shamefully, and then said, "It feels good."

"Well--"

"Once you're done with your comfort... you'll have to start working."

"Work?" The cat girl raised her head.

"Ah."

Ian patted Atalanta's cheek - a way to encourage a pet cat.

"Please help me investigate Caster (magician)... I want to know more about him."

"..."

Although she felt that Ian seemed to be planning something, Atalanta, who had been completely corrupted, did not raise her doubts.

"What are you investigating?"

"You can investigate anything that you find strange."

"I understand."

Atalanta, who had just answered, suddenly thought of something and spoke again.

"Then Master, if I..."

"Of course there will be a reward." The man gently stroked the cat girl's back, "and it's an extra-large reward."

"..."

The cat girl didn't make a sound, but her tail began to wag.

After giving Atalanta the task during training, her wedding with Jeanne d'Arc began.

Although when I talked about this yesterday, the servants were more confused than each other.

But at today's wedding, they all arrived early.

Under the auspices of Gilles de Rais, Joan of Arc and Ian, dressed in wedding dresses, completed a series of ceremonies under the gaze of everyone.

"Am I pretty?"

The Dragon Witch tilted her head slightly and asked.

What she didn't know was that when Ian looked at himself in his wedding dress, he was thinking of someone else.

That is my younger sister Joan of Arc.

if--

If there is a chance at that time.

Maybe she will become this beautiful too?

but--

It is impossible to say such words.

Ian smiled and nodded.

"very beautiful."

The followers' applause echoed in the hall, along with Gilles de Rais's crying, forming a wonderful symphony.

This is a strange wedding in a singularity.

Everyone knows that it is as fragile as a bubble, but no one tries to expose it.

The course of events also took a small turn at this time.

Two nights later.

Atalanta brings news of the investigation.

"Master, I found out something."

"Caster (magician) has a magic book."

"Is this...something strange? Isn't it normal for a magician to have a magic book?"

"..."

Atalanta hesitated for a moment and whispered:

"But that is a magic book wrapped in human skin..."

237. Black Jeanne's Bedtime Memories/Human Skin Magic Book/Caster (4k)

"A grimoire made of human skin?"

Hearing such an adjective, Ian couldn't help but gasp.

of course.

He was not afraid of this kind of thing, but simply felt that it was too strange for Gilles de Ray to possess such a magic book.

after all--

He is essentially a human being, not a "servant" from another time period.

This also means that he has no so-called treasure!

This is a genuine human skin magic book!

"correct."