The same night.
Ian sat on the bed he shared with the Black Jeanne, recalling Gilles de Rais's words one by one, his expression gradually becoming serious.
The reason for the Singularity's formation had been found.
And it was far simpler than Ian had imagined—merely a misunderstanding born from a confluence of many coincidences.
However, although the reason was simple, resolving it wouldn't be so easy.
To eliminate the Singularity, the Holy Grail had to be retrieved.
But to obtain the Holy Grail, the Black Jeanne, who "possessed" it, would inevitably need to cooperate.
However—
Would she really be willing to do such a thing?
Besides, would the Servants who had come to this Hundred Years' War period because of the Holy Grail be willing to do so?
Ian didn't dare to jump to conclusions.
But he knew very well that repairing the Singularity would definitely not be as simple as he had imagined.
"Darling~" The Black Jeanne's half-coquettish voice came from the side.
Ian looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the Dragon Witch had already stripped naked and was now changing into a rather sexy set of lingerie right in front of him.
She didn't care at all how embarrassing this process was, and in the end, she even started twirling around in front of the man.
"Do I look good?" The Black Jeanne asked, striking a pose.
"..." If it were any other time, Ian would most likely have given the Dragon Witch a perfunctory "very beautiful" in response.
And then watch her run up to him with a happy expression.
But now—
Ian had completely lost that kind of mood.
After all, the past was the past, and now was now.
After learning the truth of the matter, the man's perception had undergone a considerable change.
Admittedly, the Black Jeanne was indeed a wicked Dragon Witch.
But at the same time, in the eyes of Ian who knew the truth, she was also a tragedy formed under various misunderstandings.
Her birth was already a huge mistake.
She didn't even know why she wanted to take revenge on France.
She had started all of this based solely on so-called "instinct."
Thinking of this, Ian's gaze towards her contained even more complex and pitying emotions.
The Black Jeanne saw all of the man's actions.
But she didn't understand why he would show such a look, and just subconsciously took it as dissatisfaction with her.
"Hey!" She pouted and began to mumble.
"What kind of look is that?!" The Black Jeanne complained, her red eyes looking at Ian with displeasure.
"Am I... not pretty dressed like this?"
"That's not true." Snapping out of his thoughts, Ian shook his head. "You look very beautiful, I like it very much."
"Really?" The Black Jeanne's expression softened slightly, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
"Really." Ian confirmed with a gentle nod.
"You should have said so earlier!" The Black Jeanne's expression changed from cloudy to clear, and then she threw herself directly onto Ian.
"I thought you didn't think I looked good," she said, her arms wrapping around his neck.
She blinked her beautiful golden eyes, and then introduced her "achievements" as if asking for praise.
"Today, I gathered all the dragons and prepared for battle! Aren't I amazing?!"
Seeing that the Black Jeanne was practically writing "praise me" all over her face.
Ian had no choice but to restrain his earlier emotions and answer with a smile.
"Yes, you are indeed very amazing."
"Then you'll have to reward me properly today!" Saying these words, the Black Jeanne quite proactively sat in her favorite spot.
She skillfully wrapped her arms around the man's neck and then kissed him.
Admittedly—
The Dragon Witch wasn't very clear at first about how to arouse Ian's desires in that regard.
But after this period of exploration, she had gained some of her own experience.
And the Black Jeanne's experience was complicated to explain, but actually very simple.
That was absolute initiative.
If she didn't know where to excite the man, then she would just touch everything once.
There should be at least one place that was his weakness, right?
And so—
Harboring such thoughts, the Dragon Witch's tongue stirred wantonly in the man's mouth, not giving him any chance to rest.
Ian wasn't a monk.
After being teased by the Black Jeanne like this, he naturally loosened up a lot.
He put his arms around her waist and began to put in a lot of effort.
Although it wasn't the first time he had entered, the Dragon Witch's little path was still as charming as ever.
The soft interior clung tightly to the man's skin, and then squeezed his sensitive spots like a balloon.
Twisting, contracting, and then recovering.
The depths of the Dragon Witch were already full of the man's magical energy.
Feeling that wonderful warmth, the Black Jeanne reluctantly released the man's mouth.
She looked at him with hazy eyes and gently exhaled a warm breath.
She whispered in the man's ear:
"I really like this feeling."
Although Ian knew that this was the Black Jeanne's heartfelt praise, at this moment, he couldn't feel too much joy from it.
He stroked her smooth long hair and said softly,
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course, you can." The Black Jeanne, having been nourished, looked to be in a very good mood.
Sitting on the man, she leaned her cheeks forward a little more, her proud breasts already pressed directly against his body.
"What's the question, hurry up and ask?"
"..." Ian hesitated for a moment, then said,
"Jeanne."
"If you really destroy France... what do you plan to do after that?"
"..." Hearing Ian's words, the Black Jeanne suddenly widened her eyes.
Her expression looked somewhat surprised.
Seeing her like this, Ian also became a little nervous—he was a little worried if he had said something wrong.
The man quickly spoke again:
"What's wrong... did I say something wrong?"
"No," the Black Jeanne shook her head and smiled.
"I just——"
"Heard you call my name for the first time."
"My heart has a very strange feeling."
"..." Ian's thoughts were in turmoil for a moment.
Yes.
She was clearly also Jeanne... yet he had never called her name even once.
The man pulled the Black Jeanne into his arms and gently stroked her head.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault."
"I should... call your name more often."
"It's nothing." The Black Jeanne in Ian's arms slowly raised her head. "I don't think there's anything wrong with that."
"Call me if you like, or call me Witch if you don't like, it's fine too."
"But about the question you just asked——"
"Honestly, I don't know."
"Don't know?" The Black Jeanne's answer made Ian hesitate for a moment—he quickly had an answer.
"Is it because you haven't thought about it?"
"Pretty much." The Black Jeanne looked at the man before her, her eyes filled with a longing light.
"But I'll tell you secretly——"
"I've already thought about it just now."
"Thought about it? So quickly?"
"Yes." The usually cold and ruthless Dragon Witch licked her lips, looking very mischievous.
"After destroying France... wherever you go, I'll go!"
"After all——"
"We're married, right?! If we're married, we should be together, shouldn't we?"
"..." Before Ian could even respond to these words that sounded like a confession, a knock on the door came.
"I'll go." The man gently released the Black Jeanne and went to the door.
"Who is it?"
"...It's me." This voice was too familiar—Ian immediately recognized that the person outside the door was Atalante.
Considering the previous special circumstances, the man didn't hesitate too much and directly opened the door.
But the scene outside the door made Ian freeze in his tracks.
The little cat girl was standing there naked, her legs trembling.
After seeing her Master come out, she even directly used her fingers to make a gesture that was quite embarrassing.
"..." To be honest, Ian was a little moved.
"Who is it?" Seeing Ian stop there, the Black Jeanne put on some clothes and walked over, then saw Atalante outside the door.
"Eh——?!"
"Atalante, what's wrong with you?" The Black Jeanne asked, her red eyes looking at the cat girl with surprise.
The little cat girl glanced at the Black Jeanne, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes.
"Master... can I join you tonight?" Atalante asked softly, her golden eyes looking at the Black Jeanne with a hopeful gaze.
"..." The Black Jeanne probably hadn't expected Atalante to ask to join so proactively.
However—
She still remembered her promise.
"Yes, you can."
"But——! Why didn't you put on any clothes?! A lot of people might see you on the way, you know?" The Black Jeanne scolded, though her tone was more teasing than angry.
"It's nothing." Atalante shook her head.
She looked at Ian beside the Black Jeanne, a hint of subtle suggestion in her eyes.
"No one saw me... everyone is resting."
"Ian——" Atalante turned her gaze to the man, her golden eyes filled with anticipation.
"Is there also a way suitable for three people?"
"..." The man's gaze sensed Atalante's ulterior motive.
He nodded.
"Of course, there is."
On the big bed.
Atalante lay at the very bottom.
And in front of her lips was the Dragon Witch's fair and clean garden.
Almost no different from when they were alone, Ian and the Black Jeanne kissed each other under the cat girl's gaze.
But this time, it was Atalante's mouth that enjoyed the man's Noble Phantasm below.
She held her Master's legs and, with a flushed face and red ears, sucked on the man's Noble Phantasm in front of her garden.
The more intense the kiss between the lips above, the more satisfying the feeding that reached her throat below.
Soon, after the Black Jeanne and Ian pulled apart with a silver thread, the little kitten was also fed to her fill by the man.
But this didn't end there.
The cat girl reluctantly watched her Master's Noble Phantasm enter Master's garden.
But her tongue didn't stop because of this.
She worked on the part that hadn't entered, cleaning up all the spilled magical energy source.
Amidst the Dragon Witch's cries of pleasure, the cat girl Atalante also felt immense joy.
With each back and forth movement, her lower body also began to surge.
Late at night.
The Black Jeanne, sleeping on the right, tightly hugged Ian's waist in the middle.
Her expression looked quite blissful—she had clearly had a good time during this night for three.
But what the Dragon Witch didn't know was.
At this very moment, the man she was hugging was actually having an affair with someone else.
But this time—
The place where the warrior's Noble Phantasm went wasn't the Dragon's Den.
But the cat girl's wet little nest.
Atalante, whose mouth was covered by the man's hand and whose hands were held by his other hand, was constantly trembling.
Her eyes were full of excitement—almost as if hearts were popping out.
The little cat girl's toes curled together, moving restlessly on the sheets, a sign of excessive excitement.
Finally, after being reached by the man's depths for who knew how many times, she stuck out her tongue and licked the man's hand.
That was her way of asking her Master for a reward.
Gurgle gurgle.
Finally, everything returned to silence.
The man gently brushed aside Atalante's beautiful green hair, lowered his voice, and said,
"Why did you suddenly come over?"
"Without even telling me."
"..." The little cat girl rubbed her cheek against the man's hand like trying to please her Master.
"Because I was very worried about you."
"Worried about me?" Ian's other hand reached towards Atalante's rather elastic buttocks. "Worried about what?"
"Worried about what Gilles de Rais said."
Not only did the little cat girl not resist the man's teasing, but she also quite proactively pushed her buttocks towards his hand, afraid that he wouldn't be able to enjoy her body.
"You... looked very strange."
"I wanted to help you."
"..." Ian instantly realized the intention behind Atalante's actions tonight.
She had deliberately wanted to join in—and her naked appearance was also to increase the credibility of her words.
Of course.
Ian believed that she had definitely avoided everyone along the way.
After all, this cat girl wasn't stupid.
But—
The situation he was facing now wasn't something she could help with just by wanting to.
This was related to the repair of the Singularity.
"..." Seeing that Ian didn't answer her, Atalante thought for a while and then leaned against the man's chest.
Then, she looked at him rather shyly and whispered,
"Meow~"
"Atalante, you..."
"Is it still not enough?" The cat girl's two ears twitched slightly, and her eyes looked somewhat sad.
"Then——"
"Exactly what do I need to do to make you believe I'm your good kitty?"
"Please tell me, okay?"
Looking at Atalante's almost tearful appearance, Ian's heart also ached.
Feeling the warmth of her depths on his Noble Phantasm, the man made a decision that he didn't know was good or bad.
"Atalante, this is what's going on..."
A few minutes later.
The cat girl learned the truth about the Singularity from Ian's side.
"This..."
"This can't be true, right?" Atalante asked, her golden eyes wide with disbelief.
"Unfortunately, it is true," Ian said, stroking the cat girl's head.
"If we don't fix this place... humanity's future will be completely over."
"..." Atalante didn't doubt Ian's words.
Or rather, she hadn't doubted him since the day he helped her save the children.
After a long silence, the cat girl nodded.
"I understand."
"In that case——"
"Then let's kill all the Servants who shouldn't have appeared in the first place."
"Of course..." Atalante's voice trembled.
"Including me."