Umu you see I got my server boosted for the first time so being a generous Sect master I decided to give extra chapters
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"..." Hearing the Black Jeanne's words, Ian slowly stopped the hand that was rubbing her head.
"You... what did you just say?" Ian asked, his brow furrowed in disbelief.
The Dragon Witch didn't mind too much and quickly raised her voice a bit before speaking again:
"I said—" she began, her golden eyes flashing with a hint of cruelty.
"Since you said you can't get used to this place, then I'll just burn it all down tomorrow!" she declared, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
It was still a direct and straightforward reply.
Ian hesitated for a moment before continuing to respond.
"...Isn't that a bit much?" Ian asked cautiously, his gaze unwavering.
"Why would it be too much?" the Black Jeanne retorted, looking at the man.
Her beautiful golden eyes flowed with an arrogance that allowed no room for doubt.
"Anyway, staying in a place like this is boring, so it's better to just burn it down!" she declared, a hint of excitement in her voice.
"That way—" she continued, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief.
"At least it can become a bit more interesting!" she concluded, a playful smile on her lips.
"Then after burning it down, we won't have anywhere to go, right?" Ian pointed out, his brow furrowed in concern.
"Nowhere to go?" The Black Jeanne showed a dismissive smile. "How could we possibly have nowhere to go?" she asked, her golden eyes looking at him with amusement.
"France still has so much land," she stated matter-of-factly.
"If it really comes down to it... we can just find a city, kill all the people inside, and then we'll have a place to go, won't we?" she suggested casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"..." A straightforward and extremely vicious statement.
The Black Jeanne spoke of extremely cruel and terrifying things in a very relaxed tone.
At this moment, although she was stark naked, she was a genuine witch who had destroyed a country.
Ian somewhat regretted the reason he had just casually used to brush her off.
The Black Jeanne didn't notice the change in the man's mood—she only knew that his performance just now completely met her requirements.
"Alright," she said, standing up.
"The bath is almost finished," she declared, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
The moonlight outside the window shone on the Dragon Witch, reflecting her snow-white skin.
"It's about time for me to let you see the Holy Grail too," she said, a hint of a smile on her lips.
"Come to my room later—it's at the other end of the corridor," she instructed, her golden eyes looking at him expectantly.
"Oh, right," the Black Jeanne licked her lips.
"Let's do it one more time before going to sleep later, okay?" she asked, her golden eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"..." "Not saying anything means you've agreed," the girl said, presumptuously speaking for the man.
"Then I'll go to the room first," she announced, turning to leave.
"Hurry up and come over after you're done washing," she added, her golden eyes looking back at him.
After saying these words, the Dragon Witch put on her clothes, then opened the door and headed towards the other end of the corridor.
Only Ian was left behind, bound to the spot by her violent words just now.
Honestly, the life and death of the people in this city didn't really matter to Ian.
But once he thought about how they were in this desperate situation of death because of his casual words, the man felt somewhat uncomfortable.
He didn't really have that kind of nosy kindness.
But he was definitely not the kind of bastard who would want to wash his hands of the trouble he had caused.
But having said that—
What should he do now?
Just as Ian was thinking about the countermeasures he should take, an unexpected figure pushed open the bathroom door and appeared before him.
It was Atalante, who had come in during this gap after the Black Jeanne left.
However—
This was the bathroom.
When the catgirl Servant barged in like this, all she naturally saw was the man's body full of masculine charm.
And unlike the Black Jeanne, who had zero contact with forbidden knowledge, Atalante knew a lot about this.
The moment her gaze met Ian's, she instinctively looked at an extremely awkward place.
Then, the catgirl's ears perked up, and she muttered a sentence as if possessed.
"This size... is too big."
"..." Although he didn't dislike being praised by girls in this regard, Ian wasn't perverted enough to want to hear such things anytime, anywhere.
What's more, he was currently thinking about something quite important.
The man lowered his voice a bit and spoke in a tone with obvious displeasure:
"Atalante."
"Barging in while someone is taking a bath is a very rude thing to do."
"..." Being told off by Ian, the catgirl also woke up from the shock of seeing the huge thing.
She immediately restrained her gaze, then apologized in a very sincere tone.
"I'm sorry," she said, her green eyes looking down in embarrassment.
"I didn't want to do this either—but this is the only time I have a chance to meet you alone," she confessed, her voice soft.
"..." The man wasn't slow-witted.
He could hear the hidden meaning in her words, so he stood up.
His strong body cast a large shadow in the room under the moonlight behind him.
"So—" Ian began, his gaze unwavering.
"What exactly did you want to say while she's not here?" he asked, his voice calm.
Hearing this, Atalante glanced at the other end of the corridor—the direction the Black Jeanne had just left.
"There isn't enough time to talk now," she said, her voice filled with urgency.
She looked back at the man before her and said quite seriously:
"Can you come to the rooftop tonight?" she requested, her green eyes looking at him intently.
"..." At the same time as the bathroom meeting.
Outside the Domremy Village that had turned into ruins.
After rushing all the way, Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group finally reunited with Mashu and Fou near the village.
"Mashu—!" Fujimaru Ritsuka waved her hand quite happily upon seeing her Servant again.
"Eh?!" Hearing the familiar voice, Mashu, who was sitting under a tree, looked up and then saw her true Master.
"Ritsuka—!" Mashu exclaimed, a hint of relief in her voice.
"You've finally arrived!" she added, her violet eyes widening slightly.
"Fou!" Fou also shouted out.
"Ehehe," Fujimaru Ritsuka grinned and rubbed her hands together. "Sorry, sorry," she apologized sheepishly.
"The roads in this era are much more complicated than I imagined... winding left and right, wasting a lot of time," she explained, a hint of a smile on her face.
"Is that so?" Mashu wiped the corner of her eyes.
"It's alright~ being able to reunite like this is already great... I thought I would never see you again," she confessed, her voice filled with emotion.
"How could that be! You're my Servant!" Fujimaru Ritsuka exclaimed, her brown eyes looking at Mashu with warmth.
"Ian and I talked about it—we have to become good friends!" she added, a soft smile on her face.
Completely different from the excitement Fujimaru Ritsuka showed after seeing Mashu, Mordred was even more gloomy than before at this moment.
Because she found that only Mashu and Fou were left here, and her father was nowhere to be found.
She clenched her fist and looked at the pink-haired girl before her, saying:
"Where did my Master... go?" Mordred asked, her violet eyes looking at Mashu intently.
"..." Hearing this question, Mashu's expression became guilty in an instant.
Her mind recalled the scene of Ian being taken away by "Jeanne."
"I'm sorry, Mordred," Mashu apologized, her voice filled with regret.
"I wasn't able to protect Senpai... he was taken away by 'Jeanne'," she confessed, her violet eyes looking down in shame.
"..." Mordred hadn't originally intended to make things difficult for Mashu—after all, she was considered her father's favorite girlfriend.
Seeing her bow her head and apologize, the mischievous child quickly restrained her questioning tone and instead comforted her:
"It's okay!" Mordred said with a wave of her hand.
"My Master is very strong... even if he's captured, he definitely won't have any problems!" she declared, her violet eyes sparkling with confidence.
"Maybe, he's already dealt with that person called Jeanne!" she added with a grin.
"Is, is that so?" Hearing this, Mashu's hope rekindled—she was truly terrified from the bottom of her heart that something might happen to Ian due to her own lack of ability.
Just at this moment, a gentle voice carefully entered the girls' conversation.
"Um—"
"Although I don't really want to interrupt your reunion... can I join in too?" the voice asked softly.
The voice was very gentle, but it was a bit unfamiliar.
Mashu subconsciously looked towards the direction it came from, and then she was startled.
Because the person speaking was none other than the "Jeanne" from not long ago!
"Danger!" Mashu took up her round shield without saying a word, protecting Mordred and Fujimaru Ritsuka behind her, and stood in the front.
However—
"Pfft." Fujimaru Ritsuka chuckled, then reached out and patted Mashu's shoulder.
"Don't be so nervous," Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a smile.
"She... should not be the Jeanne you saw," she added gently.
"..." Hearing her Master say this, Mashu didn't believe it immediately, but out of caution, she silently observed the cloaked girl before her.
And Jeanne seemed very tolerant of this suspicion.
Realizing this, she even took a few steps forward voluntarily so that Mashu could observe her more carefully.
With this assistance, the pink-haired girl quickly discovered some clues.
Although at first glance, the "Jeanne" before her did indeed look almost exactly like the "Jeanne" who had kidnapped Ian earlier,
But upon closer inspection, some differences could still be found.
Like the color of her hair and eyes;
Or rather, the aura that emanated from within.
To describe it briefly.
The previous "Jeanne" was as dark as darkness itself.
The "Jeanne" at this moment was as pure as light.
Mashu could now confirm one thing—they were not the same person.
Realizing this, the pink-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately apologized.
"I'm sorry," Mashu said, bowing her head slightly.
"I was rash," she admitted, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"It's alright," Jeanne very generously forgave Mashu's behavior.
"I can see that you did it to protect your companions," Jeanne said with a warm smile.
"However—" Jeanne's blue eyes showed a hint of worry.
"Judging from your appearance... the other 'me' must be very strong, right?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
"Yes," Mashu replied.
Understanding that the Jeanne before her was the "friendly" one Olga Marie had mentioned in the communication, Mashu no longer intended to hide anything.
She truthfully reported what she and Ian had encountered earlier.
"It's like this..."
A few minutes later.
Everyone who heard the story from Mashu's mouth looked somewhat surprised.
"Mashu, are you sure you're not mistaken?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka was the first to exclaim. "That 'Jeanne' can control the dragons of this era?!" she asked, her brown eyes wide with disbelief.
"Yes," the pink-haired girl nodded. "I did indeed witness such a thing with my own eyes," she confirmed, her voice serious.
"She... can freely control dragons!" she added, her violet eyes looking at them with concern.
"Was it a dragon like this?!" Mordred gestured to the Evil Dragon she had seen outside the forest earlier.
Although it looked a bit abstract, Mashu roughly understood.
She nodded:
"Yes," Mashu confirmed.
"It seems you encountered those dragons too," she added, her voice soft.
Completely different from what Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mordred were concerned about, Jeanne seemed more affected by the burned-down Domremy Village.
She looked at the ruins at the foot of the hill and sighed.
"The village... is gone," Jeanne said softly, her blue eyes filled with sorrow.
The thoughtful Mashu heard her words and, after hesitating for a moment, carefully asked:
"Um—" Mashu began, her violet eyes looking at Jeanne with concern.
"Miss Jeanne, is this village something very important to you?" she asked gently.
"..." Jeanne forced a wry smile.
"Yes, this is where I was born," Jeanne confessed, her voice soft with emotion.
"What?!" With Mordred's shout, everyone's gaze turned to Jeanne.
Undoubtedly, her words just now revealed a fact—that the other "Jeanne" had destroyed Jeanne's hometown.
"..." The Saint Maiden clenched the white flag in her hand.
The girl's expression looked somewhat complicated—she did indeed dislike this village, but she had never hoped it would come to this end.
"Everyone is dead, huh," Jeanne murmured, her blue eyes filled with sadness.
"Eh... that's not quite right," Mashu replied softly. "Senpai and I still saved some people," she explained gently.
"It's just—" she hesitated for a moment.
"Not many, that's all," she concluded, her voice soft.
"I see," Jeanne nodded slightly towards Mashu, expressing her gratitude.
"Thank you very much," Jeanne said sincerely, a warm smile on her face.
"It was nothing," Mashu said, waving her hand dismissively.
"Sigh," Mordred sighed. "So what should we do now?" she asked, her violet eyes looking around anxiously.
"Since my Master was taken away by a dragon... where do we even start looking for him?" she wondered aloud, her brow furrowed in thought.
"..." Everyone was silent, only Jeanne spoke at this moment.
"Don't worry, I think I can find him," Jeanne said gently, her blue eyes filled with determination.
"Really?!" Mordred's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Really," Jeanne confirmed with a nod.
The Saint Maiden nodded, then looked at the Master Command Spell on the back of her hand that was faintly glowing red.
"It... is guiding me," she explained, her voice soft.
A few hours later.
Late at night, Châlons.
Ian looked at the sleeping Black Jeanne beside him, feeling somewhat fortunate.
Although she had said they would do it again later.
But when the man returned to the room, he found her lying naked in bed, already asleep.
It was obvious that she had intended to get started as soon as she returned.
This girl really wants to drain me dry...
However, out of caution, Ian didn't leave immediately, but waited for a while, confirming that the other party was really asleep, before preparing for the next step.
He hadn't forgotten what Atalante had said.
What exactly could make her disregard even basic modesty and insist on barging into the bathroom while the Black Jeanne wasn't by his side?
The man was quite curious about this.
Estimating that the time should be about right, Ian gently got out of bed and left the room quietly.
He went straight to the top floor.
The moment he arrived, he saw Atalante's figure.
However—
The situation was completely beyond Ian's expectations.
Under the moonlight, Atalante looked at the man who had arrived as promised and actually took the initiative to lean closer.
She spoke with a hint of shyness but with an extremely firm tone:
"Ian, let's make a deal," Atalante proposed, her green eyes looking at him intently.
"What deal?" Ian asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Like this," Atalante said, pressing Ian's hand onto her chest.
"Until dawn, you can play with me however you want," she confessed, her green eyes looking at him with a mixture of shyness and determination.
"But after that—" she continued, her voice becoming serious.
"You have to help me save all the children in this city," she declared, her green eyes filled with a plea.