"..." Ian completely didn't expect Atalante to proactively make such a suggestion.
After all, it was equivalent to her having to take out a portion of her few possible moments of satisfaction to "waste."
Thinking of this, Ian found himself hesitating.
And this hesitation was seen by the cat girl.
Taking advantage of the fact that the Black Jeanne was still examining the Servants she had summoned, she spoke again:
"What's wrong? What are you hesitating about?" Atalante asked softly, her golden eyes looking at Ian with concern.
"Do you think it won't work to do it that way..." she added, her voice filled with a hint of uncertainty.
Looking at the cat girl's cautious appearance, Ian realized that this seemingly unlikely suggestion was actually the result of her gathering her courage.
"No." Ian replied gently, shaking his head.
"Since you've said so, then let's do as you say," he agreed, his gaze softening as he looked at Atalante.
"However... you might have to endure a little bit then," Ian added, a hint of apology in his voice.
"I know," Atalante nodded, her face slightly flushed. "But as long as it can help you, I don't mind."
"..." Ian listened to the cat girl's words, his feelings somewhat complicated for a moment.
At the same time, the Black Jeanne had also finished getting to know her Servants.
She ran to Ian's side under everyone's gaze and took his arm.
"Then it looks like——"
"We can also have you all as witnesses for Ian and my wedding," the Black Jeanne announced cheerfully, her red eyes sparkling with excitement.
"..."
"..." The Black Jeanne's words caused the Servants to look at each other in surprise.
They never would have thought that after appearing in France, they would be asked by their Master to act as wedding witnesses, right?
However—
Not everyone was confused by this.
Gilles de Rais actually started crying on the spot after hearing that the Black Jeanne planned to marry Ian.
The tall man wiped away his tears while nodding incessantly.
"Good! This is absolutely wonderful!" Gilles de Rais exclaimed, his voice choked with emotion.
"Master is willing to get married... this is truly wonderful!" he repeated, tears streaming down his face.
"This way, one of my goals has been achieved!" Gilles de Rais added, his enthusiasm overflowing.
Listening to Gilles de Rais's words, the strange feeling inside Ian became even stronger.
He could feel that this Caster was very loyal to the Black Jeanne.
But there seemed to be something else mixed in with this loyalty.
"It seems like everyone agrees——!" The Black Jeanne, who had instantly switched to girlfriend mode, looked up at the man beside her.
"Then——"
"Let's first ask Caster what we should do next, shall we?" The Black Jeanne suggested, unusually seeking Ian's opinion instead of making a direct decision.
"Okay." Receiving the man's prompt reply, a smile appeared on the Black Jeanne's face.
It was a smile that was completely different from her usual murderous witch-like appearance.
Anyone would probably be curious at this moment about what Ian had done to make her like this.
"Atalante, take them to rest first." The Black Jeanne instructed, her red eyes looking at Atalante.
"Yes," Atalante replied obediently.
After giving simple instructions, the Black Jeanne leaned happily on Ian and, led by Gilles de Rais, headed towards the depths of Orleans, the Demon King's castle.
It must be said.
Although Orleans was once a place where dragons had fought, and had almost turned into ruins afterwards.
However—
The current Ian couldn't find any trace of the past.
He realized it was magic.
A powerful magic had been cast on this city, restoring it to its most prosperous moment.
Above the sky, evil dragons spread their wings and flew, occasionally letting out a roar.
And on the sunlit road, the three of them walked towards the depths of the Demon King's castle.
Honestly.
Ian felt that this scene was really strangely bizarre.
But the Black Jeanne didn't seem to feel this way at all—she was still immersed in the excitement of being able to marry Ian.
Even though...
She didn't actually know the true meaning of "marriage," and had made her decision simply because she felt it was a "further step" in their relationship.
Finally, the three stopped in front of a church.
Similarly—
This was not a church that originally existed in Orleans, but a building replicated through magic.
But this didn't mean it lacked its original function.
On the contrary, this church was not only magnificent and grand, but also quite resplendent and luxurious.
If not the first choice for a wedding, it could at least be considered an excellent place.
Gilles de Rais turned his head back to look at the two behind him.
"Master... and Ian."
"If you two have decided to get married, I believe this would be a very nice place," Gilles de Rais suggested, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"I wonder what you think?"
"It's great!" The Black Jeanne, with her head raised, looked up at the church before her, her eyes already filled with infinite longing.
Her hand had been tugging at the man's clothes beside her all along.
"So... you need such a nice place to get married?" she asked, her red eyes sparkling.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" The Dragon Witch said, completely lacking the murderous aura she usually had.
What replaced it was a gesture like that of a little girlfriend.
"I did say we needed a place," Ian replied helplessly.
"But you didn't tell me it would be such a wonderful place!" The Black Jeanne pouted slightly.
"..." Ian really couldn't refute the Black Jeanne's words for a moment.
And looking at her excited appearance, the man's mood couldn't help but change slightly.
She really didn't understand the concept of "marriage."
But she still wanted to do this with him regardless of the consequences.
This was really...
Watching the Black Jeanne act spoiled towards Ian, Gilles de Rais started wiping his tears again for some reason.
"Wonderful... this is truly wonderful," the tall man said in a trembling voice.
"Then——"
"Master, when are you planning to get married?! I need to go and prepare properly!" Gilles de Rais asked eagerly.
"This..." The Black Jeanne hesitated for a moment, then replied very seriously.
"Let's do it tomorrow then!" she declared, her red eyes filled with determination.
"Tomorrow?" Gilles de Rais looked a little surprised.
"Yes!" The Black Jeanne nodded, then explained her plan.
"One day of rest."
"One day of marriage."
"And the rest of the time, we'll use it to destroy this land!" The Black Jeanne announced her plans with a confident smile.
"Gilles, this plan should be perfect, right?" she asked, looking at him expectantly.
"Good! Wonderful!" Gilles de Rais became even more excited.
"Then I'll go prepare now... I will definitely make sure Master enjoys a perfect wedding," he said, bowing deeply.
"Before that——" Gilles de Rais pointed to the tallest building in Orleans, the Demon King's castle.
"Please rest well there, Master!" he suggested.
"Okay." Following the direction Gilles de Rais pointed, the Black Jeanne tightly grabbed Ian's hand and hurried towards it.
The journey was not short.
The Dragon Witch, who didn't like silence, quickly spoke again.
"Hey! Why am I so happy?" she asked.
"What exactly is going on?" The Black Jeanne tilted her head, her red eyes looking at Ian with curiosity.
"..." Looking at the face that was almost identical to Jeanne's, Ian's emotions couldn't help but become a little complicated.
He had really thought of her as his younger sister several times.
"...Maybe it's because you subconsciously really like doing this kind of thing," Ian replied gently, his gaze softening.
"So——"
"Now that you can actually do it, that's why you're so excited," he explained, a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Is that so?" The Black Jeanne turned her head back, stood on tiptoes, and leaned closer to Ian's face.
"What about you?" she asked, her red eyes looking into his.
"Will you be happy to marry me?"
"..." Ian hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Of course."
"If I wasn't happy, I wouldn't be standing here with you right now, would I?" Ian replied, his gaze sincere.
"Is that so~" The Black Jeanne, having received a satisfactory answer, slightly reduced her imposing aura.
"No wonder you said marriage is a further step in the relationship," she mused, her red eyes sparkling.
"So it's because both of us will feel happy——!" The Black Jeanne concluded with a bright smile.
"Yeah, maybe that's how it is," Ian agreed, his gaze gentle.
On the streets of Orleans, the Demon King's castle, Ian and the Black Jeanne spoke to each other, and unknowingly arrived at their destination.
What surprised the man was that Atalante was actually already waiting there.
Looking at the two holding hands, her expression was a little disappointed for a moment, but she quickly smiled and said,
"Master... and Ian." Atalante greeted them, her golden eyes looking at the pair.
"You got here so quickly," Ian said, looking at the cat girl before him. "How did you find this place?"
"Intuition," the cat girl replied, then looked at the building behind them.
"After all——"
"Master really likes those particularly conspicuous places, right?" Atalante added with a knowing smile.
"..." Ian couldn't deny this point.
After all, the Black Jeanne was indeed the type to like showing off quite a bit.
It wasn't really surprising to deduce that the two of them would come here based on this logic.
"I see," the man nodded.
"Yeah."
"..."
"..." The atmosphere suddenly fell into a mysterious silence.
Atalante lowered her head and couldn't say a word.
Although she didn't feel anything when she first made the suggestion to Ian.
But when it really came time to say "Please let me join in" to her Master, she realized how embarrassing it was.
How strange.
How sudden.
Doing that kind of thing with three people...
The cat girl's reaction was too obvious.
So much so that Ian knew her thoughts at a glance.
He leaned close to the Black Jeanne's ear and whispered softly.
The Dragon Witch's eyes gradually widened in surprise.
She looked at Atalante before her and said:
"You want to start researching Noble Phantasms tonight?!" The Black Jeanne asked, her red eyes filled with curiosity.
"Eh?" Hearing her Master say this, the cat girl looked at Ian immediately.
And the latter's smile made her instantly realize what had happened—he had spoken her request for her.
"Y-yes," Atalante replied softly, her cheeks flushed.
"Oh——!"
"Okay," the Black Jeanne was still the Dragon Witch who kept her promises.
"Then you can come in tonight."
Atalante never thought things would be this simple.
Her mind had already begun to imagine the scene of herself and Ian entwined in front of their Master.
The cat girl's tail began to sway.
However—
Atalante completely didn't realize that she had underestimated the Black Jeanne's desires.
In a certain room at night.
The cat girl at this moment was restless.
Completely unreserved, she was very anxious.
Even though her Master had already been filled to the brim by Ian, she still showed no intention of letting him go.
The sounds of their love echoed in the room, never stopping.
If this continued... she would probably have to wait until tomorrow morning.
What was even more deadly was that she couldn't confess this.
No, not that kind of thing...
Atalante's legs moved restlessly on the bed.
She thought she hadn't shown anything, but in reality, Ian had seen it all.
The latter looked at the Black Jeanne, who still had some thoughts, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"By the way... shouldn't we let Atalante try too?"
"Eh?" The Black Jeanne exhaled a breath of hot air, her eyes looking quite dazed.
"I will let her try," she said, her red eyes looking at Ian with a hint of possessiveness.
"But right now... I haven't finished myself yet."
"I'll let her try when I feel like I've had enough!" The Black Jeanne declared, her arms tightening around Ian.
"..." The Black Jeanne really didn't intend to hog Ian.
But she didn't seem to realize that she was simply impossible to satisfy.
From this perspective—Atalante could only watch forever.
Ian knew this definitely wouldn't work.
He thought for a moment and said:
"Then if there's a way to satisfy you while also letting Atalante participate, would you be willing?"
"Of course I'm willing, she's my Servant!" The Black Jeanne replied without hesitation.
"Alright then." Ian leaned closer to Atalante and whispered a few words into her ear.
The cat girl's face first turned red, then she nodded obediently like a little pet.
She came before the Black Jeanne and said rather shyly:
"Master... please allow me to provide you with this kind of service in place of Ian." Saying these words, the little cat girl looked at the Black Jeanne before her, hoping she could let go of her beloved.
And the man, seeing his plan succeed, smiled at the Dragon Witch and said:
"Is this situation... acceptable?"
"Haven't tried it," the Black Jeanne leaned forward slightly, resting against Ian.
"But it seems quite interesting."
Inside the room.
The three formed a rather stable triangle.
Above were the Dragon Witch and her favored Servant, locked in a passionate kiss.
They had both received their due satisfaction, so there was nothing to complain about.
And below was the cat girl Atalante, constantly absorbing the source of magical energy from both sides.
Feeling the total amount of magical energy in her body constantly rising, her expression looked quite happy.
"His scent is in front."
"And his... is behind." The cat girl thought, her body trembling uncontrollably.
After a long time of pleasure.
The three slept in the same bed.
And the Black Jeanne still looked very excited.
"I never thought there could be such a way!"
"Yeah." Ian gently stroked the head of the most exhausted Atalante—she was silently listening to the Black Jeanne and Ian's words in the bed, while also doing the final finishing touches.
As his Servant, she didn't resist this extremely embarrassing task at all.
But the man didn't forget his purpose tonight.
"By the way, can I ask you a question?"
"What question?" The Black Jeanne looked at Ian, her red eyes filled with curiosity.
"It's just——"
"Gilles is your first Servant, right? So under what circumstances did you summon him?" Ian asked, his gaze serious.
This guy was too strange, he had to figure it out.
"You're asking about that?" The Black Jeanne pursed her lips and recalled seriously.
"I don't actually know," she admitted, her brow furrowed in thought.
"Why wouldn't you know?" Ian asked, surprised by her answer.
"Because he was already there when I gained consciousness!" The Black Jeanne replied, her red eyes widening slightly.
"What?!" Ian exclaimed, his gaze filled with shock.