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

Her eyes were full of excitement—almost full of love.

The little cat girl's toes were clasped together and she moved restlessly on the bed sheets, a sign of excessive excitement.

Finally, after the man reached her depths for who knows how many times, she stuck out her tongue and licked the man's hand.

That means asking for reward from the master.

Gurgling.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

The man gently brushed away Atalanta's beautiful green hair and spoke in a low voice:

"Why did you come here suddenly?"

"And you didn't even tell me."

"..."

The little cat girl rubbed the man's hand with her cheek as if she was trying to please her owner.

"Because I'm worried about you."

"Worried about me?" Ian's other hand touched Atalanta's elastic buttocks. "What are you worried about?"

"I am worried about what Gilles de Rais said."

Far from resisting the man's teasing, the little cat girl quite proactively leaned her hips towards his hands, fearing that the other party would not be able to enjoy her body.

"You... look very abnormal."

"I want to help you."

"..."

Ian realized in an instant the purpose of Atalanta's actions tonight.

She wanted to join in on purpose - her naked appearance was also to increase the credibility of her words.

of course.

Ian was sure she must have avoided everyone along the way.

After all, this cat girl is no fool.

only--

The situation she was facing now was not one that she could help just because she wanted to.

This is about repairing the singularity.

"..."

Seeing that Ian didn't answer her, Atalanta thought for a while and then leaned against the man's chest.

Then, she looked at him with shame and whispered:

"Meow~"

"Atalanta, you..."

"Isn't that enough?" The cat girl's ears trembled slightly and her eyes looked a little sad.

"That--"

"What can I do to make you believe that I am your good cat?"

"Tell me, okay?"

Seeing Atalanta almost crying, Ian also felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Feeling her deep warmth from his treasure, the man made a decision that he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

"Atalanta, this is what happened..."

A few minutes later.

Cat Girl learned the truth about the singularity from Ian.

"This……"

"This is not true, is it?"

"Unfortunately, this is true." Ian touched the cat girl's head.

"If we don't repair this place... the future of humanity will be ruined."

"..."

Atalanta did not doubt Ian's words.

Or rather, she never doubted him since the day he helped her save the child.

After a long silence, the cat girl nodded.

"I understand."

"In that case——"

"Then let's kill all the Servants who shouldn't be here in the first place."

"certainly……"

Atalanta's voice was trembling.

"Including me."

240. Joan of Arc: Are you...his daughter? (4k)

"..."

Ian looked at the extremely serious expression of the cat girl Atalanta in his arms, and immediately realized that she was not joking.

This is the solution she came up with!

After a moment of silence, the man asked:

"Atalanta, is this how you think we can solve this problem?"

"..."

There was a hint of loneliness in Atalanta's eyes at first, but she soon became firm again.

She nodded.

"Yes."

"I... do think this will solve the problem."

"after all--"

The little cat girl looked at her master in front of her, her tone trembling a little.

"As long as everything is restored to the way it was before... then this can all be put to an end, right?"

"You have a future that you need to protect."

"This clean and tidy solution is the best option."

"..."

Despite extremely unclean physical relations.

This is actually the biggest obstacle - it is not easy to make a decision as decisively as Atalanta.

But a problem also arises.

"Atalanta, this might solve the problem, but—"

Ian looked at the little cat girl in his arms who had made such a request, and felt a little more distressed.

"You're going to disappear too, right?"

"Even if it disappears...that's only natural." Atalanta gave her answer again.

"I shouldn't have been here in the first place."

"Being able to have a good memory is something to be thankful for. What else is there to regret?"

The cat girl had just finished speaking.

Black Joan of Arc, who was hugging Ian's waist, uttered a mutter.

"I really like... this feeling."

"Sticky and hot."

Although they didn't say it directly, both Atalanta and Ian realized what Jeanne d'Arc dreamed of.

"That's it for now."

Atalanta tilted her head slightly and smiled.

"Compared to me."

"Perhaps you should consider how to solve the Master's problem."

"Good night~"

Atalanta also put her arms around Ian's waist, just like Jeanne d'Arc.

Although the feeling of being hugged from the front and back is really great.

But at this moment, the only thing in the man's mind was Atalanta's suggestion.

She was right.

This...may really be the best way to repair the singularity.

Same day, earlier.

In the forest dozens of miles away from the Demon City Orleans.

Following the guidance of the seal on Joan of Arc's hand, the group arrived here.

As they got closer to the final destination, everyone's attitude gradually became serious.

A bonfire was lit.

People from different eras sat in front of it and discussed the next plan.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart spoke first:

"I don't want to panic you all, but I personally think that—"

"The next battle will probably be much more difficult than expected."

"Why do you say that?"

Marie Antoinette looked at the Servant who claimed to be a great musician with a puzzled look in her eyes.

"We didn't encounter any problems along the way, did we?"

"That's why we need to be careful," Mozart responded to Mary's question. "The slower the prelude, the more likely it is to have an exciting climax later."

"I think this—"

The great musician's eyes swept over everyone present.

"I don't think I need to elaborate too much."

"Hehe." Qing Ji covered her mouth with a fan and sneered, "If we really encounter any problems, we can just burn them, right?"

"Anyway, she is the evil Dragon Witch."

"We... don't have to act as partners of justice, right?"

"Kiyohime is right." Joan of Arc, holding the white flag, responded to her words.

"But anyway—"

"Everyone should be careful."

"The necessary vigil must be maintained. There must be no slacking off."

After saying this, Jeanne looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and asked with a smile: