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

But it’s not surprising when you think about it.

If any student dares to skip the opening ceremony on the first day of school, they will basically be treated as an example.

So--

Just do as Atalanta said and relax a little.

Thinking of this, Ian's fingers slid down from Atalanta's forehead to her chin and began to stroke it gently.

It feels smooth and delicate, just like touching a piece of jade.

The little cat girl really likes this.

When the man was playing with her chin, she squinted her eyes and hummed softly, looking like she was enjoying it very much.

"Mmm... woo... meow~"

"..."

Looking at this scene, Ian suddenly smiled.

Atalanta opened her eyes with a blush.

"What, what's wrong..."

"Nothing." Ian looked at Atalanta, who was lying on his lap and was about to turn into a cat. "I didn't expect you to be so cute."

"Eh?"

Atalanta tilted her head back, looking at the man above her.

"really?"

"Master... do you think I'm cute like this?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

"but--"

"I have something I want to ask you."

The man's fingertips gently rubbed the kitten girl's cheek, feeling the heat on the surface.

"Why... do you have to recognize me as your master?"

"..."

Atalanta's expression, which had been filled with joy just now, froze in an instant, and then turned into extreme panic.

"Master, do you hate me for doing this?"

"You... don't want to see me?"

"That's not what I meant." Ian moved his hand to Atalanta's cat ears, and then gently stroked the beautiful cat fur.

"Passionate feelings like yours should be responded to in a better way."

"But I can't do anything like that—at least not right now."

"..."

"Actually, it's fine like this." Atalanta reached out and grabbed the corner of Ian's clothes.

"After all, the master has done a lot for me before... responding and everything was done at that time."

Having said that, the little cat girl buried her head a little closer to Ian, and finally touched her favorite big treasure.

"Besides, the master is not unresponsive."

"Did you praise me well when we were doing that in the bathroom?"

"Uh... wouldn't you feel embarrassed to do something like that?"

"No~" Atalanta's eyes showed a little more pursuit of physical pleasure.

“That taste…is amazing!”

"..."

Realizing that Atalanta was completely dependent on him, Ian didn't know what to say.

He held the cat girl's head with his hand, allowing her to pleasure herself in the way she liked.

"Speaking of which-"

"Atalanta, if you win the Holy Grail War, what will you wish for?"

"A wish." The cat girl blinked, "I haven't thought about that."

"Never thought about it?" Ian was a little surprised.

"Yes." Atalanta nodded very honestly, "When I responded to Rin's call... I felt that I had to come."

“And then I met the master.”

"I haven't thought about it carefully. What about the master? What is the master's wish?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, then replied.

"Perhaps, I hope that my Master's wish can be fulfilled without any cost."

"Hey, Master, don't you have your own ideas?"

"No...at least not now." The man did not hide his condition.

"Then I have a wish now!" Atalanta grabbed Ian's hand.

"My wish is that the master can find his own wish!"

"..."

Ian laughed.

"But you didn't make any wishes at all, did you?"

"No!" Atalanta rubbed her cheek against her favorite treasure, "This is obviously a very important wish!"

"..."

Ian knew that there was no way he could make the little cat girl change her mind.

"Ok."

"Then...thank you."

"Well, Master." Atalanta's face flushed slightly, "Since you want to say thank you, can you change the way?"

"Hmm? What method do you want?"

"That's it—" Atalanta shrank back a little.

"Master, didn't you share a farewell kiss with your Master today?"

"I...want to give it a try, too."

"But I'm not in that mood right now," Ian replied.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't have it!" Atalanta turned over and looked at the man above, "I... just want to try that feeling."

"..."

"I understand."

Ian bent down and gently kissed Atalanta on the lips.

He didn't feel too many emotional fluctuations, he just wanted to fulfill the other person's wish.

"Is this...okay?"

"That's it!"

Atalanta's face turned even redder - she really wanted to tell the other person that she felt it all over her body.

And since kissing is allowed...

So will more intense things be allowed?

Just as the little cat girl was about to speak, a figure appeared at the entrance of the dojo.

"Huh... we're finally here."

Hearing the unexpected sound, Ian and Atalanta looked over at the same time.

The little cat girl was a little confused, but the man recognized the person.

"Rider? Why are you here?"

[You didn't expect Rider to appear here. ]

[You know she is Vivian's servant. ]

[It is neither reasonable nor logical for her to appear at this time. ]

[But you also discovered that the other party didn't seem to have any desire to fight. ]

[On the contrary——]

[She exuded a sense of needing help.]

It was completely different from what I saw that night.

The Rider before him was neither riding the majestic-looking white warhorse nor holding out the sword that had played such a powerful role in the battle.

Instead, there is a simple blue school uniform.

But it must be said that although she changed into school uniform, the girl's youthfulness did not diminish in the slightest.

No.

It should be said that this school uniform is the best foil, and it is no exaggeration to say that she is a student.

In short, at this moment, Rider did not seem to be the one who was willing to duel.

However, Atalanta did not know this.

As an Archer, her reflexes are far sharper than those of an average Servant.

This will never change even when playing with your owner.

The moment the cat girl heard the word "Rider", her ears twitched.

She stood up quickly and then rolled backwards several times, instantly creating some distance between herself and Rider.

"Tauropolos!"

As Atalanta shouted, a black and gold bow and arrow appeared in her hand.

The bowstring is fully drawn.

A powerful arrow was gathered in a very short time and shot towards Rider.

Atalanta will not show mercy to anyone other than her master!

however--

Facing the arrow shot at her, before the man could react, the girl who came to visit alone had already taken action.

That is an "intuition" beyond imagination.

The girl tilted her head slightly and dodged Atalanta's arrow.

She sighed and said:

"that--"

"Archer... can we call a truce for a while?"

"I'm not here to duel today."

"..."

Atalanta did not answer Rider, but continued to hold her Tauropolos tightly.

This gun range is indeed not suitable for combat.

but--