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She returned to her cold state and spoke in a very sober tone:

"Although I really want to get married, but knowing that the other party has so many people——"

"There must be something more to do."

"I want to let them know...that all efforts are in vain."

Promising this, Black Jeanne conjured up the Holy Grail and the Dragon's Magic Banner.

She began to draw something in this Demon King's Castle in a certain form.

Because he had some experience in magic, Ian quickly figured out what she was drawing.

That is the summoning circle belonging to the Dragon Witch.

Through it, one can summon heroic servants from every era to be by one's side.

Atalanta probably came in this way.

but--

Ian was still a little curious about how Black Jeanne mastered such a summoning array.

After all, she herself did not exist in the history of the Hundred Years' War between England and France, but was an avenger who came here in pursuit of the Holy Grail.

Could it be that she had mastered this kind of thing on her own?

But this is a bit exaggerated no matter how you think about it.

And speaking of which—

Since you know about this kind of summoning circle, you should have used it before, right?

The more I think about it, the weirder it gets.

but--

Compared to these things that require a lot of time to think seriously, Ian knew that there was something more important he should do at this moment.

There is a little kitten who is still anxious.

He took advantage of the time when Jeanne d'Arc was concentrating on the summoning circle and forgot about other things and approached Atalanta.

The man's hand went around her back and gently kneaded her firm buttocks.

"Eh?!"

The cat girl, feeling that she was being toyed with by the man, suddenly became quite panicked.

"What are you doing?"

"Hmm?" The man's hand exerted a little more force. "Isn't this name a bit wrong?"

"..."

It wasn't until the man hinted at something that Atalanta looked at Jeanne d'Arc, who was completely focused on drawing the summoning circle, and she began to waver.

In the end, the cat girl, who had been completely trained by the man, lowered her head and changed her words obediently.

"Master~"

"That's right." Ian affirmed Atalanta's approach, "This is how I make a good cat."

"But then again—"

"Are you disgusted by the fact that I am marrying the Master?"

"..."

The cat girl looked at the man next to her with a surprised expression.

She probably never expected that the other party would bring up this matter so directly, and for a moment she didn't know what was the best answer.

"No!" Atalanta shook her head.

"How dare I object to Master and Master marrying?!"

"Really?" the man asked again.

"...Really." The cat girl's voice became a little softer.

"I'll ask you one last time, is this true?"

"..."

I realized that if I continued to answer in the same way as before, this would probably be the end of it.

Atalanta hesitated for a long time, and finally shook her head.

"no."

"I... am very concerned about the wedding of the Master and the Master."

"Finally the truth has been told."

Ian looked at the cat girl beside him.

"so--"

"Are you worried that there will be a lot of inconveniences after marriage?"

"Yes." Atalanta nodded without disguising.

“Then—” the man said.

"You don't have to worry about this kind of thing anymore."

"Eh?" There was a hint of surprise in the cat girl's eyes - of course she was not caring about the other party's actions, but what he said.

"Master...what do you mean?"

"It's complicated to explain."

Ian looked at the Black Joan of Arc in front of him, and the hand behind Atalanta became more and more reckless, making the other party almost shout out.

"Anyway——"

"She doesn't mean 'marry' in the same way as you do."

"and……"

The man pinched the most elastic part and held it tightly in his hand.

"Hasn't she already said that?"

"When we do that kind of thing, you can come along too."

"..."

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.

That is... Yokohime is here? !

234. Yokohime appears again? / Tamiu's Bed Plan / Witch's Servants (4k)

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.