T/N: Don't misunderstand Regular updates is still 2ch/day
I am just sharing the happiness of my Frogadier finally evolving to Greninja.
And someone from my discord really wanted to read more.
So enjoy đ
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Unlike the half-baked Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was tricked into becoming a Master candidate in Chaldea with a few boxes of milk.
Ian had actually systematically learned some magecraft knowledge from Ophelia.
Although it was only some very basic knowledge, he had indeed received the approval of the top student mage.
Ophelia even promised that once things settled down, she would take him back to the Clock Tower for a trip and register him as a mage recognized by the Association.
Although now, that was a distant ideal.
But it could still prove that Ian had seriously studied in this area.
Soâ
After seeing the bright red markings on the back of the Black Jeanne's hand, Ian immediately recognized them as Master Command Spells.
He knew the purpose of this thing very well.
It symbolized the Master's absolute right to command the Servant, and at the same time, it was a crystallized substance after the manifestation of magical energy.
Once two or more strokes were used, it could forcibly make the Servant do anything.
Wait.
If that's the caseâ
Ian looked at the Black Jeanne beside him, who was happily pulling his hand and walking towards the depths of the city.
From the moment he saw her, she seemed to be constantly mentioning the concept of "Servant."
The reasons she used to have a relationship with him were also along the lines of "forming a contract."
That's right.
This was the tone a Master should have.
Could it be that she was actually a "Master" summoned by the Holy Grail instead of a "Servant"?
Thinking furtherâ
Wasn't France at this moment "conducting" a Holy Grail War?!
And the Black Jeanne was one of the sides!
The moment he realized this, Ian felt his breathing almost stop.
He really wanted to refute the result he had thought out, but he found that it could indeed explain some questions clearly.
"What else do you want?!" Looking at Ian's silent appearance, the Black Jeanne, who looked like his girlfriend in every way, seemed very angry.
"I've already done as you said, haven't I?" she demanded, her golden eyes narrowed in displeasure.
"I'm sorry," Ian said apologetically, coming back to his senses. "It's my first time here, so I'm a little uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable?" The Black Jeanne secretly noted these words.
"It's okay," she said, her voice softening slightly.
"You don't need to get used to it," she added, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"Just hurry up and come inside with meâ!" she urged, pulling his hand.
"Alright," Ian replied, letting himself be led.
And so, Ian was dragged along by the Black Jeanne like a boyfriend, walking forward.
During this process, the man felt many resentful gazes from all over the city.
Clearly.
These were the gazes of people who resented the Dragon Witch but didn't dare to say a word due to her strength.
If they had enough power, they would probably immediately rise up and rebel against the Black Jeanne.
Waitâ!
Ian suddenly realized a problem.
Since the Black Jeanne had such a bad reputation, then he, who was staying with her, would probably be regarded as her lackey.
This was really...
The man prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the future situation wouldn't be worse than he predicted.
Unknowingly, Ian and the Black Jeanne arrived at a place.
It was the tallest building in this border cityâher nature of liking to show off was fully displayed at this moment.
At this moment, a girl was waiting there holding a bow and arrow.
Looking at her, she was a girl with long green hair...
A catgirl?!
Ian rubbed his eyes, confirming that he had indeed not seen wrongly.
That was a genuine catgirl.
However, compared to the Black Jeanne's proud figure, her chest looked a bit thin.
No.
Calling it thin was still too politeâit should be said that it was at the level of not existing at all.
Seeing the Black Jeanne come before her, the catgirl respectfully bowed, then said in a very humble tone:
"Master, you're back," she greeted, her green eyes looking at the Black Jeanne.
Just this simple sentence perfectly verified Ian's guess just now.
The Black Jeanne, who came because of the Holy Grail, was not a "Servant" in her true identity, but closer to the concept of a "Master."
The so-called Singularity was very likely an unexpected Holy Grail War in essence!
After finishing the necessary greetings, this flat-chested catgirl noticed Ian beside the Black Jeanne.
Her eyes showed some curiosity.
"Master, this person is..." she asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Oh... you mean him?" Hearing the catgirl before her ask this, the Black Jeanne directly leaned her whole body on Ian, looking like a little girlfriend in love.
"Atalante," the Black Jeanne said, her golden eyes looking at the catgirl.
"This is a Servant I just formed a contract with," she declared, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Servant?" The catgirl whose name was Atalante, according to the Black Jeanne, slightly curled her tail into a small question mark.
She put down the bow in her hand, walked towards Ian, and then leaned close to him, sniffing him slightly.
Her two ears twitched slightly, and she spoke:
"Master... he seems a bit different from us, doesn't he?" she asked, her green eyes looking at Ian with curiosity.
"Nonsense," the Black Jeanne glared at Atalante, pushing her a little further away from Ian. "If he was the same as you, why would I form a contract with him?" she retorted, her golden eyes narrowed.
"...I guess so," Atalante replied, her green eyes looking down slightly.
Atalante's gaze towards Ian became slightly more respectful.
"Then does he have any special skills?" she asked, her green eyes looking at Ian with curiosity.
"Special skills?" The Black Jeanne frowned slightlyâshe seemed to be thinking about how to answer this question.
"I don't know how to describe it," she confessed, her golden eyes looking down in thought.
Hearing this, Atalante was dumbfounded.
"How could you not know how to describe it?" she asked, her green eyes wide with surprise.
"Because I don't know what Ian's thing is called," the Black Jeanne explained. "It's as sharp and thick as a treasure sword, as warm and solid as the sun," she described, a hint of a blush on her cheeks.
"It feels very comfortable to touch," she added, her golden eyes looking at Ian with a hint of longing.
The Dragon Witch was a virgin with zero knowledge of sexual matters, but Atalante wasn't.
As a "Servant," she had "knowledge correction" from the Holy Grail, so she naturally understood what this was describing.
Her face flushed red, and even her voice trembled a little as she looked at Ian before her.
"I, I see..." she stammered, her green eyes wide with surprise.
Although he realized that Atalante definitely understood what the Black Jeanne was talking about, Ian had no way to explain, so he could only force a wry smile.
And the Dragon Witch directly ended the topic at this time.
"Let's not talk about it anymore," she said, pulling Ian's hand.
"I have urgent business," she added, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"Eh... oh," Atalante very sensibly made way for them.
But looking at the backs of the two people walking away, her expression became a little complicated.
Inside the building.
Ian and the Black Jeanne walked one after the other, holding hands.
Realizing that he had learned enough about the "Servant" part, the man focused his attention on another thing.
That was the Holy Grail held by the Black Jeanne.
He asked tentatively:
"Speaking of which... are we going to see the Holy Grail now?"
This was a targeted question.
Since the Black Jeanne had personally admitted that she was a vengeful being summoned by the Holy Grail, she naturally wouldn't place such a valuable thing casually.
A building guarded by her own Servant like this would obviously be a good place.
Howeverâ
Things didn't go as smoothly as Ian thought.
Hearing the man's words, the Black Jeanne stopped and turned back to look at him.
"You want to see the Holy Grail?" she asked, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"Yes," Ian noddedâthere was no point in hiding his intentions from the Black Jeanne at this moment.
"I can let you see it~" the Black Jeanne said, a playful smile on her lips.
"Butâ" she continued, moving a little closer to the man.
"You have to accompany me to do one thing first," she declared, her golden eyes sparkling.
"Do one thing?" Ian asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Mmm," the Black Jeanne nodded.
The Black Jeanne pointed to the end of the corridorâthere was a room there.
"Accompany me for a bath first," she requested, her golden eyes looking at him expectantly.
"..." "Deal," Ian replied without hesitation.
A few minutes later.
Inside a room filled with steam.
Amidst the warmth, Ian felt a chill in his heart.
After all, in a sense, he was now half a lackey of the witch.
Although he didn't have any moral requirements for himself, the man didn't like this situation where everyone suffered while he enjoyed himself.
That was too low.
Besides, there was another serious problem.
That wasâ
His "boss" was too thirsty.
If his adopted sister Jeanne in his memory belonged to the kind of relatively restrained girl who would even consider giving her first night for half a year,
Then the Black Jeanne before him was her absolute oppositeâa fully powered, unceremonious juicing machine.
She had extremely strong desires, and at the same time, her ability to act was incredibly Tough.
If she said she would do something, she would really do it.
She didn't even know what that warm thing that could provide her with a source of magical energy was.
But as soon as she entered the bathroom, she instinctively played a wall-slamming scene with a bam sound.
But it must be saidâ
It was precisely because of this terrifyingly thirsty attitude that the Black Jeanne had indeed left a very deep impression on Ian.
And he wasn't the ascetic type.
He was willing to give some response to a hardworking girl.
Even if she was the Dragon Witch who intended to destroy a country.
"Hooâ~" The Black Jeanne looked at the man before her, gently exhaling a breath of hot air.
"This feeling is too good," she said, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"Why didn't I capture you sooner?" she wondered aloud, a hint of regret in her voice.
"It's not too late now," Ian replied to the Black Jeanne before him, a soft smile on his lips.
"That's true," the girl licked her lips.
"Anyway, if we keep going without stopping... we can keep having this feeling, right?" she asked, her golden eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"..." "We still have to stop for a bit," Ian replied gently, shaking his head slightly.
Hearing this, the Black Jeanne pouted, then suddenly seemed to think of something.
"Oh, rightâ!" she exclaimed, her golden eyes widening slightly.
"What exactly is it? I didn't know how to answer Atalante just now," she confessed, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Do you really need to know such a thing?" Ian asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Isn't it obvious?" The Black Jeanne leaned forward a bit, the warm breath she exhaled gently caressing the man's face.
"As my Servant, you have no right to refuse me," she declared, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
Knowing that the Black Jeanne before him had an extremely unstable mental state, Ian didn't plan to cause any conflict with her.
Anyway, she didn't understand anything about this.
But after thinking for a moment, Ian decided to explain everything in a way that was relatively consistent with the Black Jeanne's understanding.
After all, if he didn't explain it clearly, given her personality, he would have to explain it again.
"Hmmâ" Ian began, considering his words carefully.
"You can regard it as a kind of Noble Phantasm," Ian explained gently, a soft smile on his lips.
"Noble Phantasm?" The Black Jeanne was very interested in this explanation.
"Yes, a Noble Phantasm without a name," Ian said, "and at the same time, it's a Noble Phantasm specifically used for this kind of thing."
"I see~" The Black Jeanne, thinking she understood everything, showed a happy expression.
"I didn't expect you to have such an abilityâthat's really good," she praised, her golden eyes sparkling with delight.
"...Perhaps," Ian replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.
In the time that followed, the Black Jeanne became even more interested because of the term "Noble Phantasm."
She was a fervent pursuer in this area, but at the same time, she was also a genuinely curious person.
Her legs hooked around the man's neck, while her eyes and lips acted as partners in recording and observing.
"This is the Noble Phantasmâ!."
"Such a powerful Great Destruction attackâ!"
"It's invading the abyssâ!"
The Black Jeanne's words were the best possible hints.
Ian immediately grasped her sweet spot.
Having rich experience in stir-frying, he naturally successfully filled a perfect puff pastry.
Facing this scene, he sighed with some emotionâshe was much easier to deal with than he had imagined.
After the pleasure, everything returned to the normal bathing process.
Ian held the Black Jeanne and washed her hair for her.
It must be said that although she was the complete opposite of Jeanne in terms of personality, the feeling of washing her hair was exactly the same.
In a daze, Ian even thought he had returned to Domremy Village in the past and was taking a bath with Jeanne.
Hissâ In a sense, it seemed like he wasn't wrong?
This feeling completely dissipated until the Black Jeanne said, "You can even do this?"
"Hmm," Ian nodded. "Learned it by chance."
"Is that so..." The Black Jeanne leaned back, directly falling onto the man's chest.
She didn't mind him seeing her true colors clearly from behind at all.
She even seemed to regard this kind of thing as something to show off.
"Thenâ" she began, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"Did you also wash that Saint Maiden's hair?" she asked, her voice filled with suspicion.
"..." Hearing this question, Ian was silent for a long time before speaking again.
"Can I ask you a question?" Ian asked gently, his gaze unwavering.
"Sure," the Black Jeanne looked up at the man. "I'm in a good mood now, you can ask anything you want."
"Thenâ" Ian looked at the face that was almost exactly the same as in his memory.
"I want to know why you hate Jeanne so much? It seems like you want to win against her in everything..." he began, his voice filled with curiosity.
"Your goal is clearly just to take revenge on France, right?" he continued, his brow furrowed in thought.
"Then what does that have to do with Jeanne? Did she do something to wrong you?" he pressed, his gaze unwavering.
"..." The Black Jeanne blinked her eyes, then quickly replied.
"If you ask me thatâ" she began, her golden eyes looking down slightly.
"Actually, I don't know," she confessed, a hint of confusion in her voice.
"Huh?" Ian was taken aback.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Just what the words mean," the Black Jeanne tilted her head slightly. "I don't know the reason for doing this," she admitted, her golden eyes looking at him with a hint of sadness.
"Butâ" she continued, her voice hardening slightly.
"I just really hate her... I don't want to see her for even a second," she declared, her golden eyes flashing with anger.
"As long as she does anything better than me, I'll get very angry!" she exclaimed, her voice rising.
"..." The Black Jeanne's answer was unexpected by Ianâhe had thought she would at least give a reason.
That way, he might be able to prescribe the right remedy.
But speaking of whichâ
This attitude, why does it seem a bit familiar?
Could there be a problem with the summoning?
Just as the man was thinking, the Black Jeanne had already started a new topic.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"Didn't you say you weren't very used to this place just now?" she asked, her brow furrowed in suspicion.
"...Yeah," Ian replied, trying his best to keep his words and actions consistent.
"Alright," the Black Jeanne's eyes sharpened a bit.
"Since you're not used to this placeâ" she began, her golden eyes flashing with a hint of cruelty.
"Then tomorrow I'll just burn it all to the ground!" she declared, a cruel smile playing on her lips.