My mother's love song

"We are already husband and wife."

The girl's cheerful voice like a silver bell interrupted Rhodes' lie.

Atalanta pressed her lovely breasts against her husband's arm and said to Jeanne with an aggressive gaze.

"That is to say...from now on, I am Caster's Servant and wife.

Of course, I didn't force Caster to do any of this. He was the one who took the initiative to desire me last night.

If you don’t believe me, you can ask Caster…

No, you can understand it just by looking at my husband's face, right?

Then please give me your guidance during the upcoming Holy Grail War, Caster's sister~"

"..."

Joan of Arc stared at Rhodes in surprise, Rhodes looked at Atalanta in astonishment, and the female hunter looked at the saint with a smile, and the three of them formed a closed circle.

"Is everything she said true, Rod?"

The color began to drain from Joan of Arc's originally healthy face, and her voice began to tremble.

"it is true."

Rhode nodded and said, "I took the initiative to ask Archer, and then I hugged her."

""

Joan of Arc's eyes widened and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.

This is too much anyway!!!

Rhode had just done that kind of thing with Red Assassin in a cabin in the suburbs the day before, and now he was doing it with another girl.

No matter how close the relationship is or how many excuses there are, it is still frivolous... No, it can definitely be called promiscuous!

What exactly is this child's moral integrity? Why did he go down such a wrong path?

Although I know you have some... talents and special abilities,

"Woo..."

Joan of Arc shook her head and said, "No, no, no, that's not the point!"

The key point is to not let Rhodes indulge in this kind of thing anymore. This is responsible not only for him but also for the girls around him.

As a sister, I must correct Rod!

Jeanne clenched her fist with one hand, burning with anger.

"Rod, sit over there!"

Just when she was about to scold Caster, she saw Rhode winking at her.

Just let me go today, sister!

Please don't tell Atalanta about Semiramis!

Rhodes wanted to kowtow to her.

However, Joan of Arc frowned her pretty brows and puffed her cheeks.

no!

Rhodes begged for mercy again.

I’ll explain to you later!

Jeanne: “…Humph.”

Rod: “Hey.”

"What kind of encrypted conversation are you two having?"

Atalanta grabbed Rhodes' arm and took a step forward.

"Master~ Let's go to the restaurant and have breakfast. I'm hungry too."

"Wait! I have something to say to Caster now!"

Jeanne grabbed Rhodes's other arm, and Atalanta glanced back at her: "Can you please stop bothering us, Ms. Ruler. As a supervisor, don't you have any business to do?"

"……Well."

The Saint Lady was speechless and her grip on the young man's wrist loosened.

"Then we'll be leaving first, Sister Jeanne."

Rhodes followed Atalanta and left the place, walking farther and farther away.

Soon, their conversation reached Joan of Arc's ears.

"By the way, Ata, are you able to walk now?"

"...Well, what I'm saying is still a little unsteady. It's all your fault for being so intense last night... idiot."

"Hehehe, really? Sorry."

"And my tail is a little uncomfortable too... You pulled it too hard last night, idiot, idiot, idiot."

"I'm sorry~~~"

"And then there's..."

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The three of them arrived at the cafeteria dedicated to androids in the city of Mirenia one after another.

Atalanta sat next to Rhodes, and Joan of Arc sat opposite him.

"Huh? Jeanne, have you changed your uniform?"

This morning, Jeanne did not wear her magic armor, but changed into Leticia's JK uniform.

"Well, considering the upcoming battle, it would be better to save as much magic power as possible."

"Ah."

Rhode hummed a little tune while putting the food made by the androids who specialized in cooking skills into his mouth, chewing the bread soaked in French bouillon soup with a happy face.

"As expected, Jeanne looks cuter in her uniform."

Rhodes blurted out in a good mood.

Then he immediately realized that this was a bombshell statement.

Jeanne and Atalanta cast their eyes towards his face at the same time.

There are many complex emotions in the beautiful eyes of both of them.

"Hey~ Master, you like Jeanne's uniform."

Atalanta raised her eyebrows and pouted.

That's true... modern clothes can easily bring out the breasts.

Humph, what's up with that full and wanton breast bag?

On the other hand, Joan of Arc's reaction was even more beyond Rhodes's expectations.

If it were normal, she would definitely say with a smile, "Yes, yes, yes, you are worthy of being my brother!"

However, today Joan of Arc's face inexplicably turned red, and she poked here and there with her two index fingers, looking timid and not like the dignified saint at all.

“Is that so… So that’s what you think…”

Joan of Arc's reaction further aroused Atalanta's fighting spirit. As her master, Rhodes could clearly feel the girl's magical fluctuations.

Rhodes wondered in his heart, did Ata really inherit Artemis' jealousy?

"Yeah, I want to see Atalanta wearing modern clothes, too!"

After all, he was a man who had conquered countless Shuras, so Rhodes immediately gave the standard answer.

Ding, the password is correct!

Atalanta's expression softened and a smile appeared in the corners of her eyes.

Fortunately, although she inherited the Moon Goddess's [jealousy], she also inherited the [love brain], so she is easier to coax than ordinary girls.

"Then let's go shopping for clothes on the street during the day. I want modern clothes too."

"Okay, that's it."

When he just got up in the morning, Rod had already contacted Ai Ge and decided to meet her in Bucharest during the day.

It's a good opportunity to introduce Ata to Ai Ge...she is already my servant now.

As for the relationship between the couple...we can only take it one step at a time (lie down)!

"Na na."

At this moment, Atalanta suddenly came up and whispered in Rhodes' ear.

Glancing at Jeanne who had a confused expression on her face, the girl wagged her tail happily and whispered shyly.

"If Master wishes, I can wear it for you tonight..."

Rhodes: "..."

No, there was a reaction.

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The Lion King was not a native of the Far Eastern island country, but was relocated to Japan in a manner similar to exile.

Like most magic families that were forced to migrate, the Lion Robbery clan encountered difficulties in acclimatizing to this land.

His lineage as a magus had inevitably come to an end, his seals began to fade, and his power dropped to less than 10% of its prime.

As generations go by, their magic circuits are becoming weaker and weaker. I'm afraid that before long they will become just ordinary people who "know magic".

Insult, humiliation, humiliation.

For a magician, this is an outcome that must be avoided at all costs.

The Lion Robbery clan desperately sought help from familiar magicians.

They had clearly received such great favors from me during their heyday, but now, without exception, they showed me a mocking and contemptuous attitude.

In the end, it wasn't the magician they knew who fulfilled their wish.

In the end, they signed some kind of spell-like contract with an unknown entity that was similar to an evil spirit.

"Well, although I can guarantee your prosperity"

"That guy" said with a happy laugh.

"But this is just an advance payment. You are destined to cut off everything in an instant in the future, right?"

Even so, it didn't matter. The clan made a decision.

Before that moment comes, you must definitely try to conquer this magic.

Even if I can't do it myself, I can still pass it on to my descendants. One day in the future

Perhaps there is also some prejudice and contempt for Japanese sorcery.

It is primitive and rough, which is far from their aesthetic standards.

Their clan began to inherit knowledge, warn against the curse, and commanded their descendants to respond as quickly as possible.

The prosperous times are as beautiful as a dream.

The paper was accepted, and the Clock Tower readmitted Lion Jie with an attitude of undisguised surprise.

Then falling and hitting bottom is also a matter of a moment.

The departure of the Lion from the world is the beginning of the end.