After leaving that battlefield, Wu Biao stopped running around aimlessly and returned to the Matou Family residence.
However, when he entered the annex and saw the woman sitting on the sofa in ordinary home clothes, with long blue hair and blue eyes, he could not help but freeze. He sniffed the air, then nodded in understanding.
"So it's you!" Wu Biao said knowingly.
Medea proudly raised her chin. She was quite confident in her appearance.
"Now that you've changed clothes, even that last bit of mystery is gone. You just look like trash I could knock out with one punch," Wu Biao continued.
"..." Medea's pretty face darkened.
Could it be that, in this bastard's eyes, every beautiful woman was just trash he could knock out with one punch?
She forcibly suppressed the urge to take out her Noble Phantasm and stab Wu Biao to death. Of course, the bigger reason was... Medea did not think she could actually do it.
Thinking of this, Medea stared at Wu Biao as though he were some kind of monster for a long while before finally saying, "Master, I saw your battle with the other Servants earlier. If we make proper use of your strength, we may not be unable to laugh last in this Holy Grail War."
Medea spoke gently, and her form of address for Wu Biao was quite respectful. After all, only Heroic Spirits with latent wishes would be summoned by the Holy Grail War.
Although Medea still had not figured out what latent wish existed in her heart, once she obtained the Holy Grail, there would be absolutely no problem with voicing the wish she desired most.
Therefore, she personally very much wanted to become the final victor of this Holy Grail War.
Wu Biao patted the dust off