The next day.
"..." Waking up from her sleep, Atalante looked at the marks on her hand, and her whole body flushed with shyness.
She couldn't believe that she would be moved to such a degree by a man she had just met not long ago.
However—
Looking at the marks on her hand, the catgirl looked left and right, finally lowering her head to lick it.
Immediately, the tail behind her wagged—this was an expression of pleasure.
Atalante surprisingly found that this feeling wasn't bad.
She even looked forward to the "training" that the man had mentioned.
It would definitely be more exciting than last night, right?
No.
She couldn't think about it anymore.
Otherwise, she would...
She had to get moving quickly—today was the day to protect the children!
Realizing this, Atalante reluctantly wiped away the marks on her hand, then began to take action.
She had to make sure she wouldn't be discovered by her Master, the Black Jeanne.
So—
Atalante decided to confirm that Ian's actions had really begun before she did what she needed to do.
This was definitely not because she wanted to eavesdrop on what they were doing!
Successfully convincing herself, the catgirl gently leaned against the door, trying to catch the sounds inside the room while making as little noise as possible.
The cat ear leaning against the door twitched, looking very agile.
It must be said that her hearing was indeed excellent.
The Black Jeanne's laughter and some intermittent words entered the catgirl's ears.
"Interesting... can... try."
"Hmm... right now."
Atalante's reaction was quite quick.
Although it was just a few words, she clearly knew that this was a sign of Ian's success.
This also meant that the other party had fulfilled his promise.
According to the most rational approach, Atalante should cherish this hard-won time and leave immediately.
But at this moment, the catgirl found herself unable to move her feet—she was very concerned about what would happen next.
And this thought was quickly "responded to."
Thump!
The door in front of the catgirl was slammed hard.
Then, the sounds she had heard outside the bathroom door earlier once again poured into Atalante's ears.
They had started—!
This time, it was listening from extremely close range!
"..." The catgirl's cheeks flushed red to the extreme in an instant.
She could even imagine what the situation on the other side of the door was like.
Her hand once again moved involuntarily.
Rustle.
What had happened late at night repeated itself once more.
After the pleasure, Atalante, exhaling hot air, suddenly realized that she had somewhat lost sight of the priorities.
Coming back to her senses, she quickly left the "scene of the crime" with a disheveled appearance.
Only the marks on the ground told the story of the catgirl's recent experience.
On the other side of the door.
The Black Jeanne, who had suffered a crushing defeat, was looking at Ian before her with great interest.
Her face was flushed, and her eyes held an unstoppable excitement.
"How many more tricks do you have up your sleeve?" she asked, her golden eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"...Many," Ian replied calmly, a faint smile on his lips.
"Is that so?" The Black Jeanne moved closer, hugged the man's neck, and started acting spoiled like a girlfriend.
"That really makes me unable to guess," she said playfully, her golden eyes looking at him with amusement.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Ian asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Of course it's good~" The Dragon Witch's eyes became a bit hazy. "Otherwise, why would I urge you to try it quickly?" she said, her voice filled with anticipation.
"..." Ian's heart felt somewhat conflicted at this moment.
After all, the Black Jeanne before him had almost the exact same appearance as his adopted sister Jeanne in his memory.
While she was saying such shameless words, it would more or less affect the image of his adopted sister.
It was no exaggeration to say.
The man had already hallucinated several times the situation of his adopted sister Jeanne saying such words to him.
That was a quagmire that he could easily get deeply trapped in if he wasn't careful.
Fortunately, Ian's mind was clear enough that he wouldn't get stuck in it and be unable to escape.
"Oh, right—!" The Black Jeanne, having enjoyed the ultimate pleasure, seemed to suddenly remember something.
"I accidentally fell asleep yesterday, and I haven't done what I promised you yet," she said, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"Promised me?" Ian asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
"Yeah," the Black Jeanne nodded. "I said I'd show you the Holy Grail, right?" she reminded him, her golden eyes looking at him expectantly.
"..." Ian hadn't expected the Black Jeanne to actually remember this.
But this was exactly the situation he had hoped to see.
"Yes, you did indeed say that," Ian confirmed, his gaze unwavering.
"Hmm~" The Black Jeanne hummed softly.
"Then I'll let you see it now," she declared, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief.
The Black Jeanne didn't care at all about her body, which was still leaking magical energy onto the ground—or rather, she didn't care in front of the man.
Naked, she began to gather something in front of Ian.
Black light shone around the room, gradually condensing in the Dragon Witch's hand.
Finally, this light turned into a glittering golden cup.
It was emitting some indescribable substance outwards.
Ian immediately realized one thing.
The Holy Grail was very important to the Black Jeanne—so naturally, it wouldn't be casually placed anywhere.
Given this premise, what was the safest way to handle it?
That's right.
It was to carry the Holy Grail with her at all times.
The Dragon Witch had successfully "split" the Holy Grail into something like magical energy in some unknown way.
Only when she wanted it to appear would she present it in this way.
The witch who intended to destroy a country wasn't as foolish as he had imagined!
In addition to this, the man noticed another important thing.
That was that the Holy Grail before him seemed somewhat familiar.
Wait—!
Wasn't this the Holy Grail that Lev had brought on that rainy night in his memory?
How did it end up in her hands now?!
"..." "Where did you get this Holy Grail?" Ian asked.
"Why are you asking about this?" The Black Jeanne moved a little closer, her cheek almost touching Ian's.
She had absolutely no sense of propriety in front of him.
"Is this kind of thing important?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.
"It's not that it's important," Ian said, not panicking.
"I'm just a little curious," he explained calmly.
"If you can't say... then just pretend I didn't mention it," Ian added, shrugging slightly.
Ian didn't plan to delve deeper into the question.
After all, now that he knew this thing was the Holy Grail that Leff had planted, its corresponding information value had also decreased a lot.
After all, they had already encountered a similar thing once in Singularity F.
If this caused the Black Jeanne to become suspicious, it wouldn't be very worthwhile.
However—
Ian just mentioned it, and the Black Jeanne directly spoke about the origin of the Holy Grail.
"It was given to me by Caster... as a congratulatory gift for my descent onto this land," she explained, a hint of a smile on her lips.
Speaking of this, the Dragon Witch showed a smile.
"Look, in fact, I'm not the only one who wants to destroy France, am I?" she said, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"..." The man felt that the Black Jeanne was seeking some kind of strange recognition.
She didn't seem so confident in her own actions.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore~" The Black Jeanne, hugging the man's neck, showed a look of unsatisfied desire.
"Hurry up and get hard already," she urged, her golden eyes looking at him expectantly.
"I... still want more," she added, her voice soft.
Ian didn't say anything more, just nodded silently.
Following his promise to Atalante, he began to use his own body to delay the Black Jeanne in an exchange of one for one.
The Dragon Witch's cries of enjoying sexual bliss once again echoed in the room.
Everything was proceeding according to the plan.
Ian continuously made the Black Jeanne do what she liked most, using this to buy enough time for Atalante's actions.
And the catgirl wasn't idle either.
Her figure constantly moved through the city.
Finally—
When the sun was directly overhead, Atalante's voice came from outside the door once again.
"Master, it's already noon," Atalante announced, her voice calm.
At first glance, these words seemed to be reminding the Black Jeanne to pay attention to the time.
But Ian, who knew the plan, knew that this was the catgirl indicating that she was ready.
The man cleanly left a source of magical energy inside the Dragon Witch's body, then executed the second step of the plan.
"It seems... we have to get down to business," Ian said, his voice calm.
Although she was somewhat disappointed, the Black Jeanne didn't complain too much.
"...I guess so," she replied, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"After we go to the new place, you can serve me properly again," she added with a playful smile.
The Evil Dragon roared, its giant wings spread open.
The Dragon Witch, filled with his fluid, commanded her Evil Dragons to begin burning down the border city of Châlons.
Her smile was arrogant and unrestrained, echoing in the sky like a demonic sound.
And Ian, watching the terrifying wall of fire on the ground, felt somewhat emotional in his heart.
If no evacuation measures had been taken before she did these things—
Perhaps at this moment, this place would have turned into a living hell, right?
Just as the man was feeling fortunate, a hand gently poked him.
Ian turned his head and saw Atalante.
"Oh, it's you," Ian said with a soft smile.
"Hmm," Atalante nodded.
"The plan was very successful—she didn't see through the disguise I set up," she said, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Hmm... but how did you get the people in the city to leave?" Ian asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity.
"Just told them the city was going to be burned down," Atalante replied simply.
"I see," Ian said, nodding in understanding.
"..." "..." The two fell into a strange silence.
After a long while, Ian took the initiative to break this strange atmosphere.
"Is there anything else you wanted to say?" Ian asked gently, his gaze unwavering.
Knowing that she couldn't hide anything from Ian, Atalante spoke directly:
"By the way... did you already save a child once on the day you came back with Master?" Atalante asked, her green eyes looking at him with curiosity.
"...It seems there was such a thing," Ian replied, a faint smile on his lips.
"Then why didn't you tell me?" Atalante asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"What's there to say?" Ian smiled indifferently. "I just saved a child, is it necessary to let the whole world know?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"That's not something I like to do," Ian concluded, his gaze unwavering.
Just as he finished speaking, the man suddenly felt a bit of wetness on his cheek.
He quickly realized what had happened—Atalante had taken the initiative to kiss him.
"You..." Ian began, his eyes widening slightly in surprise.
"Don't misunderstand," the catgirl looked at Ian before her, her face flushed red.
"This is just a thank-you gift," she explained softly, her green eyes looking at him.
"Thank you for saving that child, and thank you for being willing to cooperate with me in doing this," she added, her voice filled with gratitude.
"No need to thank me," Ian said, patting her head gently. "We just happened to have aligned interests," he explained, a soft smile on his lips.
"That's not how it is," Atalante said softly, her green eyes looking down.
Atalante, whose head was being patted, didn't resist the man's actions.
The tail behind her was gently swaying.
"You... could have refused me, couldn't you?" she asked, her voice soft.
"After all, I know not everyone likes children as much as I do," she added, her green eyes looking at him intently.
"Alright," Ian didn't plan to refute her words. "If you think understanding it that way will make you feel better, then just think of me as a great philanthropist," he said with a shrug.
"Hmm," Atalante nodded, then became shy again.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing," she said, her green eyes looking at him with anticipation.
"That deal... have you thought about how you're going to do it?" she asked, her voice soft.
"..." Ian showed an amused smile.
"Are you in such a hurry?" he asked playfully, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"It's not that I'm in a hurry," Atalante retorted softly. "It's just... I don't want to owe you anything," she confessed, her green eyes looking down in shame.
"Alright, I just happened to think of how I should train you," Ian said with a grin.
"..." The catgirl's throat moved slightly upon hearing these words.
"What is it?" Atalante asked, her green eyes looking at him with curiosity.
"It's very simple... just act like a cat when you're alone with me," Ian instructed gently, a soft smile on his lips.
"Act like a cat? Do you mean imitating a cat?" Atalante asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Hmm," Ian hummed in agreement.
"..." Atalante was a little discouraged—she had thought there would be something more exciting.
At least it should be at the level of her Master, right?
"Just acting like a cat... isn't that easy?" Atalante asked, her green eyes looking at him with doubt.
"Actually, it's quite difficult," Ian replied, shaking his head slightly.
"Quite difficult?" Atalante asked, her green eyes widening in surprise.
"Yes," Ian leaned close to Atalante's ear and whispered softly.
"Because—"
"Little kittens don't wear clothes in front of their owners," Ian whispered, a playful smile on his lips.
"Eh?!" The catgirl once again felt the excitement from last night.
Her legs were trembling, but the tail behind her was wagging.
"...I understand," Atalante replied softly, her face flushed red.
In the time that followed, Atalante carried out the deal.
On the surface, she was the Archer summoned by her Master, the Black Jeanne;
But in private, she was a docile kitten, stark naked in front of Ian.
Such a dual identity naturally brought about some superficial changes.
"Atalante, why do you have a collar on your neck?" the Dragon Witch asked, her golden eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"...Decoration," the catgirl replied, feeling quite guilty.
"Then what happened to your knees?" the Black Jeanne asked, her golden eyes still narrowed.
"I got them while practicing," Atalante explained, her green eyes looking down.
"I see..." In the midst of hiding, the catgirl gradually indulged in this pleasure.
But her relationship with him wasn't just this.
The miracle of Châlons, through their cooperation, was repeated again and again.
Late at night, Jura.
This was a riverside city, now occupied by the Evil Dragon.
On the deserted city walls.
The naked little catgirl, with a rope around her neck held by Ian, slowly crawled forward—the tail behind her was constantly wagging left and right.
Clearly, she really liked taking late-night walks with her master.
And just at this moment, the little catgirl's buttocks were gently kicked—that was the signal to end this walk.
Atalante knelt before the man and gently rubbed her cheek against the Noble Phantasm that had been used many times by her Master.
The man's hand quickly rested on her head.
The catgirl understood immediately.
Huff huff.
The cute sucking sounds echoed in the silent night.
Ian gently stroked the catgirl's head, as a reward—this made her tail wag even more vigorously.
At this moment, Atalante had indeed become a pet cat that the man had tamed.
But having her attributes fully awakened, she didn't dislike this at all, on the contrary, she enjoyed it immensely.
Ian inadvertently looked into the distance during this service and saw something unexpected.
Under the moonlight, a figure was walking unsteadily on the road entering the city—this was a sign of serious injury.
And she... also seemed to be one of the Black Jeanne's Servants!