The Saint Doesn't Want to Freeload

"I'm sorry, but as the arbiter, my duty is only to maintain the smooth operation of the Holy Grail War. I have no right to interfere in the battles between Servant."

Upon receiving the invitation, Ruler instinctively declined. However, Wang Xiaoming seemed to have been prepared for this.

"Please rest assured on this point. We will not force you to take our side. We only hope that we can get your help if any unexpected situation arises."

"..."

Seeing Ruler seemingly lost in thought, Wang Xiaoming decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Having just been summoned to the mortal world, you probably don't have a place to stay yet, right? We can kindly provide you with food and lodging here."

"..."

Although he wasn't summoned this time in a form that attached himself to someone else's body, and didn't need to eat or sleep, Ruler still vividly remembered the delicious food he had tasted in Romania.

"Moreover, it's the same food and lodging you received in Romania."

"Then I'll have to trouble you!"

After some "careful" consideration, Ruler made his decision and nodded earnestly to Wang Xiaoming in thanks, silently reciting to himself—

[Thank God, I have met such a kind family.]

"However, tonight, I'm afraid you'll have to make do on the sofa for the night."

"It's alright, my sudden visit was simply due to my lack of foresight."

Ruler shook his head and said.

With her mind completely focused on breakfast during the day, how could she care about such a small matter?

After settling things with Ruler, Wang Xiaoming finally had time to relax back in his room.

There was no way around it; the amount of information was overwhelming. Even though Wang Xiaoming had seen his share of ups and downs, he still couldn't help but feel a headache after recalling what had happened before.

"Is everything alright?"

As Medea's voice came from behind him, a cold sensation came from Wang Xiaoming's temples.

"It's much better now."

After closing his eyes and enjoying his lover's care for a while, Wang Xiaoming gently took her slender hand and said with a smile.

And then--

"So, can you explain to me about [Aozaki Touko]?"

"..."

The whispers in his ear were like the murmurs of Demon, instantly plunging Wang Xiaoming, who had been floating on clouds, into an icy abyss.

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's expression of wanting to say something but not knowing where to begin, Medea, unable to suppress her smile, gently curved the corners of her mouth.

Having Wang Xiaoming's memories, she was perfectly aware of the relationship between the two. Although she was envious, it was only due to unforeseen circumstances that the thief had the opportunity...

Thinking about this, Medea felt...

I'm still envious.

"I do have something to discuss with her. Your body is no longer usable, and she just happens to be an expert in that area."

The fact that Medea praised her Magecraft skills speaks volumes about her achievements in the field of [dolls].

That's true, but what's with the inexplicable jealousy in your tone?

Wang Xiaoming couldn't even imagine what would happen if these two met.

("Achoo!" At that moment, someone far away in Mifune City sneezed loudly.)

I was unable to write anything yesterday night due to some personal reasons.

Although double updates are gone, at least daily updates are still in place.

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Chapter 385. The Holy Maiden Doesn't Want to Eat and Drink for Free

The next morning --

Standing at the entrance of his own dojo, Wang Xiaoming looked at the chaotic scene before him and the two identical-looking people inside. His gaze then shifted to someone standing beside him, who shared the same face as the other two...

Even though Wang Xiaoming had already prepared himself mentally, he still felt a little dizzy.

"Miss Ruler, can you explain to me what's going on?"

Wang Xiaoming's tone seemed a bit ominous, but it was understandable. After all, being woken up so early in the morning would make anyone grumpy, especially since... he had a beautiful woman in his arms.

"Um, please... let me explain..."

The saintess, trembling slightly under Wang Xiaoming's gaze, stammered as she explained what had happened.

About an hour ago--

Jeanne d'Arc, awakened by some slight noise, opened her eyes with some annoyance.

She was so close to getting that steak. Although Miss Saint was determined to be a foodie, she still maintained a degree of caution.

"Oops, sorry to have woken you up."

As Jeanne d'Arc of Arc rose from the sofa, she noticed a young man with short, reddish-brown hair looking at her apologetically.

"It was my rudeness. I am Jeanne d'Arc, the adjudicator of this Holy Grail War. I am temporarily residing here at Mr. Ming's invitation."

Jeanne d'Arc bowed slightly to the young man and then spoke.

Having already spoken with Wang Xiaoming, Jeanne d'Arc naturally knew the young man's identity.

"I am Shirou, the son of the master of this house."

As well as--

"Master, what is Li standing here doing?"

The voice coming from behind Shirou sounded vaguely familiar to Jeanne d'Arc, and then a familiar figure emerged from behind Shirou.

Hello, Mordred.

Upon seeing the young girl, Jeanne d'Arc smiled.

Who is Li Ya?

However, Mordred showed no respect whatsoever, frowning as she looked at the girl in front of her who resembled her, a toothbrush dangling from her mouth.

Unlike her previous encounter with Gray, Mordred felt no anger upon seeing this blonde girl. However, her gaze shifted to the girl's prominent chest...

Yeah, it's still really infuriating.

"I am the arbiter of this Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc."

Jeanne d'Arc, who had fought alongside Mordred in Romania, was well aware of her character. So, when faced with Mordred's unpleasant attitude, Jeanne d'Arc smiled and once again gave her name.

"The adjudicator?"

After looking Jeanne d'Arc up and down, Mordred's expression returned to its nonchalant state.

"Fine, whoever you want can be, just don't get in my way of getting the Holy Grail."

Strictly speaking, Mordred cannot be considered a participant in this Holy Grail War, and she herself has an indifferent attitude towards the Holy Grail.

However, ever since she "accidentally" heard from someone named Wang that her "father" might participate in the Holy Grail War, Mordred's entire attitude changed.

Determined to prove herself superior to her father, Mordred resolved to obtain the Holy Grail before him. But what would she do after obtaining the Holy Grail?

You can give it to your father when you're tired of playing with it.

As for the desire to hear praise from her father, Mordred would never admit it.

"Saber, hurry up and rinse your mouth."

Looking at Mordred, whose mouth was full of foam, Shirou shook his head helplessly.

"I'll go make breakfast first. If you'd like, could you come with me to the dojo for a bit of training later?"

"No problem!"

Unable to explain clearly Mordred gave Shirou a thumbs-up, then turned and walked towards the washroom.

"Then, I..."

Feeling ignored, the saintess watched Shirou walk towards the kitchen. Just as she was about to say something, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Judging from the time, it should be Illya, right?

After glancing at the clock, Shirou had already stepped halfway into the kitchen, turned to Jeanne d'Arc and said:

"Ruler, could you please open the door?"

"Sure!"

The saintly young lady, striving not to become a useless freeloader, nodded hastily.

"Good morning... huh?"

Having mustered all her strength, Illya was ready to surprise Shirou when she opened the door to find a "familiar" figure in her line of sight.

Although she had considered the possibility that Mordred would be the one to open the door, Illya immediately dismissed that possibility after seeing the mysterious bulge on the blonde girl's chest.

Before the Holy Grail War began, Illya had already met Mordred. That's why, after summoning her own Servant, Illya couldn't wait to rush over and knock on Shirou's door early in the morning, wanting to give him a "surprise".

So what is this now? Has the surprise turned into a shock?

"Saber?"

Feeling a bit confused, Illya turned to the girl beside her, who exuded a dignified aura, for help.

"Hello, and it may be impolite of me, but do you know [Morgan le Fay]?"

The blonde girl, whom Illya called "Saber," frowned and asked Jeanne d'Arc.

"No, no, no!"

Jeanne d'Arc of Arc, snapping out of her reverie at the question, quickly shook her head and said...

"I am the arbiter of this Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc."

"Ruler, Jeanne d'Arc? Then you, as the adjudicator, should know my real name, shouldn't you?"

"King Arthur, Artoria."

After hearing the other person say her real name, Saber nodded slightly.

Saber, also known as Artoria, saw the girl who looked just like her. After a brief moment of disbelief, Artoria's first thought upon regaining her senses was whether her older sister had once again used her genes to do something shady.

Although it's unclear why the saintess showed a panicked expression upon seeing him, the only Servant capable of calling out his true name upon their first meeting must be Ruler, who possesses the [True Name Discernment] ability.

I apologize for my previous rude behavior.

"No, no, no, you're too kind."

Jeanne d'Arc quickly shook her head.

Upon seeing Saber for the first time and learning her true name, Jeanne d'Arc of Arc was thrown into a state of panic.

Although Miss Saint was just a village girl, she still knew the "King Arthur legend," a story that was well-known in Europe.

Therefore, the saintess was quite reassured about the upright character of King Arthur as depicted in the story.

Only...

"Father?"

This is terrible!

The sound coming from behind her set off alarm bells in the saintess's mind.