I'm Back (Probably Fluff) (Continued)

Moreover--

The magical energy emanating from Lily... that was like an identity document, which Medea considered more powerful evidence than any language.

As for conspiracy theories and such, Medea is certain that she (Lily), who hasn't experienced "those things" yet, isn't good at that kind of thing.

"So, what's the matter with calling me out?"

Now that the other party's identity had been confirmed, Medea went straight to the point and asked Lily her question.

"Could it really be some boring tea party you mentioned before?"

"How can you say it's boring?"

After hearing her grown-up self's complaints, Lily puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction. This was an idea she and Sakura had come up with after a long discussion during their "love counseling."

"Okay, okay..."

Honestly, you actually came to discuss this kind of issue with me.

Medea, inwardly mocking herself, stepped forward and approached Lily's side.

Looking at Lily, who was sulking, Medea felt surprisingly good, even pleasant, for some reason...

"Then let's talk."

"That..."

However...

Seeing Lily's mood brighten and return to its sunny disposition, Medea placed a finger on her lips, smiling as she interrupted her.

"Before that, you need to answer a few questions for me."

"All right."

Although she didn't understand what she wanted to ask as an adult, Lily, being a good girl, still agreed to the other person's request.

"First of all, do you like... well, your Master?"

For some reason, when Medea asked this question, she felt a strange sense of loss quietly growing in her heart.

However, out of modesty and etiquette, Medea did not reveal these feelings.

As for Lily, upon hearing Medea's question, her eyes lit up and she immediately answered:

"I like it, of course I like it!"

His tone was firm and without the slightest hesitation.

Medea could tell that it was an answer that could only be given if love ran deep in one's bones.

"So, what is it about your Master that you like?"

"Handsome appearance, dashing demeanor, gentle and considerate personality."

The answer was still given without hesitation.

"..."

Seeing Lily's Gilgamesh expression, like that of a devoted fan, Medea couldn't help but facepalm.

Although Lily's behavior seemed a bit exaggerated to Medea, what was with that sudden urge to agree?

"Alright... I've asked all my questions."

Medea frowned slightly, realizing that something seemed amiss with her condition.

"So now it's your turn. What's the purpose of suddenly calling me out?"

"I just wanted to ask how you feel about Master..."

Lily stuck out her tongue slightly and then whispered:

"After all, we're rivals in love..."

"Ha?"

"Caster?"

As Wang Xiaoming hurried to the balcony, he looked up and saw the figure that had haunted his dreams for ten years right next to the railing.

"Master..."

Hearing footsteps behind her, Medea turned around and looked at Wang Xiaoming, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes.

It's all that little idiot's fault!

Medea felt a surge of hatred welling up inside her, recalling what Lily had said to her before.

"Ever since the Fourth Holy Grail War ten years ago, Master has been trying to summon you again."

There's no way around it; when told that someone has been willingly waiting for them for ten years, anyone would inevitably feel a subconscious wavering.

This guy is really... so stupid.

"Did you hear something from Lily?"

Although Medea concealed her expression well, the dazed look in her eyes did not escape Wang Xiaoming's notice.

Recalling what Lily had said to him earlier, Wang Xiaoming could easily guess what Lily had done before.

"Lily... well, actually she didn't mean any harm."

After hesitating for a long time, Wang Xiaoming finally managed to utter this sentence.

"I know."

Medea nodded slightly, though she couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

It's really interesting to see someone defending another version of themselves in front of you.

"It would be best if you understood."

Seeing that Medea didn't seem to have any negative emotions, Wang Xiaoming subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Then--

She said, "You've waited for me for ten years."

The sound reaching his ears made Wang Xiaoming subconsciously look up and find that Medea's expression was even more unnatural than before.

"But you should also understand..."

Medea's expression showed some hesitation, as if she were carefully choosing her words.

"I have no memory of that time. That means for the past ten years, you..."

Medea didn't finish her sentence, but what she meant was...

"Yes, I know."

Wang Xiaoming nodded in response, his tone completely genuine.

"Memories are irrelevant; for me, you are enough."

"But I'm not reconciled."

Under Wang Xiaoming's surprised gaze, Medea smiled and shook her head.

"You waited for me for ten years, which means I'm ten years behind."

In Medea's view, this is not how emotions should be.

And--

"Although that little idiot has a silly personality, she said one thing that's very true."

However, I think that if it were me, I would have considered this situation and made corresponding preparations at that time.

Recalling the serious expression on Lily's face just now, Medea's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

That little fool was right; ten years ago, "he" was indeed prepared.

Medea moved lightly to stand in front of Wang Xiaoming and gently placed her right hand on his chest.

The next second, a purple glow emerged from where Medea's right hand had covered it.

After a few breaths, the purple light began to dim.

As the light gradually faded, Medea slowly opened her right hand in front of Wang Xiaoming.

Looking at the purple gem lying quietly in Medea's right hand, Wang Xiaoming could feel the astonishing magic emanating from it.

"Is this [the mark]?"

Wang Xiaoming's expression showed a slight surprise.

This is the mark that Medea personally engraved on his chest ten years ago.

Because of this mark, Wang Xiaoming's life was saved when he was on the verge of death; and because of this mark, Wang Xiaoming, who was still an ordinary person, was able to enter the ruins of Colchis, which led to the series of events that followed.

Now that the mark has been taken away by Medea as a [magic crystal], Wang Xiaoming feels a sense of emptiness.

"This mark was supposedly left because of my departure..."

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's expression, Medea smiled slightly and quietly tightened her grip on the magic crystal in her right hand.

"Now that I'm by your side, you naturally don't need this."

As soon as she finished speaking, the magic crystal in Medea's right hand quietly crumbled into dust. The shimmering purple magic drifted in the air, then gradually began to gather around Medea.

In fact, the main functions of the [mark] engraved on Wang Xiaoming are only two: [storage] and [record].

It stores [magic] and [memories from ten years ago], and records the actions of a certain person during those ten years.

After all, as the highest-ranking Magecraft of the Age of Gods, Medea naturally had her own little tricks up her sleeve, whether in combat, Magecraft, or love.

"Hmm..."

Not much time had passed, and Medea had completely converted all the magic floating in the air.

If it were just magic power, it wouldn't be a big deal, but that magic crystal also contained ten years of memories... Such a massive amount of information was difficult for even Medea, Servant, to handle in a short time.

Pale-faced Medea instinctively took a step back, but before she could regain her balance, she was gently embraced.

"How are you? Is anything bothering you?"

An anxious voice reached her ears, and Medea, still somewhat listless, lay quietly in Wang Xiaoming's arms, craving this care.

Memories from the past ten years surged through Medea's mind.

Undeniably, the long-awaited embrace was incredibly alluring to her, but before that—

"Could you explain to me about... Aozaki Touko?"

"..."

For some reason, Wang Xiaoming always felt that Medea emphasized the name of Touko Aozaki.

"Pfft."

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's bewildered expression, Medea couldn't help but laugh. She gently stroked the man's cheek with her right hand, her eyes filled with affection.

"Medea, you..." Feeling the warmth in his arms, Wang Xiaoming's voice trembled slightly.

"Anata, I'm back. (ただいま, あなた.)"

Her red lips parted slightly, conveying endless longing.

I've been agonizing over this for days, wasting so many brain cells (currently lying in bed).

Anyway, that's all for now.

PS2: I recommend a book

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The following description includes warnings: "Sweetness Warning," "Scumbag Cat Warning," and "Harem Warning."