The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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?"

"What's the problem?" Black Jeanne looked at Ian.

"that is--"

"Gil is your first Servant, right? Then under what circumstances did you summon him?"

This guy is so weird, we have to figure him out.

"You ask this?" Black Jeanne pursed her chin and recalled seriously.

"I don't know about that."

"Why don't you know?"

"Because he has been here since I can remember!"

"what?!"

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"..."

Ian confirmed that he had just heard a very informative statement.

After hesitating for a moment, he spoke again.

"Is what you said true?"

"Gil... existed before you showed up?"

"Yes." Black Jeanne looked at the man who asked the question, "Didn't I mention this to you once before?"

"Caster (magician) gave me the Holy Grail as a gift... and then became my Servant."

"..."

After hearing this, Ian suddenly came to his senses - he found that he seemed to have misunderstood what Black Jeanne had said before.

She did mention that Caster (the magician) gave her the Holy Grail as a gift.

but--

This sentence does not mean that Gilles de Rais, as a servant, found the Holy Grail for Joan of Arc, who she now holds.

Rather, it means that he offered the Holy Grail when Black Jeanne was born!

In other words, the first person to possess the Holy Grail might not be Jeanne d'Arc, but Gilles de Rais, the Caster (magician).

The so-called "summoning" may actually come from some of his ideas!

etc--!

In this case, Gilles de Rais is not actually a Heroic Servant from another era, but a real human who existed during the Hundred Years' War between England and France.

Is this why I felt so strange when I saw him?

No.

There may not be just one reason.

The truly abrupt reason is that he is a human of this era, but he possesses magical powers that are on par with Servants from different time periods.

Given his familiarity with Orleans, it is possible that he even restored the city alone.

How could this be?

Where on earth does this level of magic power come from?

Is it because of the magician's family heritage?

That shouldn’t be quite right.

No matter how it is passed down, this kind of magic reserve is definitely not something that normal people can obtain.

If you think about it this way——

He must have acquired some kind of magical reserve sufficient to support the release of such a spell.

What would it be?

Ian fell into deep thought.

"Hey!" Black Joan of Arc's voice sounded in Ian's ears with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Why did you suddenly lose focus while talking?!"

"...Nothing." Ian came back to his senses and smiled.

"Just thinking of some insignificant things."

"..."

The Dragon Witch frowned slightly, but did not investigate further.

Because she has something more important to care about at this moment.

Black Jeanne d'Arc reached out her hand and gently lifted the quilt covering the two of them.

Looking at the scene inside, she said curiously:

"I say... is your Noble Phantasm edible?"

"Ah? Why... do you think so?"

"Because you see Atalanta is always tasting it, isn't she?"

Black Jeanne looked at the man beside her, her eyes filled with a desire for knowledge.

"Isn't it because it tastes so good that you've been tasting it for so long?"