Mo Wang: Demon God King? I'll prepare to sortie in Noah form

"What else is there?"

"N-Nothing. I just wanted to ask... will you always love me too?"

Tiamat stared at Mo Wang, fear and worry evident in her eyes.

"Well..." Mo Wang stroked his chin, then honestly told Tiamat, "If you mean the kind of love a child has for their mother, then I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

"After all, no matter how you look at it, I'm not a child you created. If anything, I'm connected to Nuwa."

"But another kind of love... we could give that a try."

"Another kind of love?" Tiamat looked at Mo Wang blankly.

"Well, I'll teach you once you come to Chaldea."

Meanwhile, back in Uruk, the Servants and Gudako, still unaware of what had happened, were anxiously awaiting news from Mo Wang.

Gudako paced back and forth restlessly, glancing toward the entrance to the Underworld from time to time. It had long since returned to calm, yet Mo Wang was nowhere to be seen.

"What's going on now?" she could not help asking, her voice full of unease. "Why has it suddenly gone completely quiet? Senior isn't in trouble, is he?"

"Please don't be so anxious, Senior." Although Mashu also had a trace of worry in her eyes, she still comforted her gently. "Everyone has seen Senior Mo Wang's strength. He should... be fine. Besides, the other Servants don't seem worried at all."

That was true. Compared to Gudako's restless anxiety, most of the Servants around them appeared quite calm—some were even... a little too relaxed.

"Exactly. Stop worrying for no reason, girl." Cú Chulainn rested his demonic spear on his shoulder, his tone remarkably casual. "At this level of fighting, what strange scenes haven't we seen while following that kid? He's strolled through situations far more dangerous than this