Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking

Scathach glanced at her, then smiled and shook her head, "That's not a difficult thing."

"By using my runes to enhance my binding abilities, restricting someone's movements is not difficult at all."

Of course, for an existence as overpowered as Tiamat, the restrictive abilities of runes are largely ineffective.

However, if it's a normal Heroic Spirit, the ability to restrict is still very effective.

To restrict the other party's movements and then retaliate... Irisviel seemed to have thought of something interesting, and her eyes slowly brightened.

"Do you want revenge on someone?" Scathach paused. "I mean, does your friend want revenge on someone?"

Irisviel hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded slightly.

A small punishment shouldn't be a problem, right?

"In that case, I'll help you."

Under Irisviel's gaze, Scathach revealed a seductive smile and said softly, "Next, I will enhance your binding Magecraft. After that, what you do is up to you."

"I wonder how things are going with Merlin..."

Lan Ze sat on the edge of the bed, playing with the virtual reality glasses in his hand, but his thoughts had already drifted far away.

To be honest, although he knew that Aika should be a very measured person, Mother of All's destructive power was too strong. If she accidentally released an overly terrifying light cannon... the consequences seemed a bit unimaginable.

However, Merlin is still a near- King-Servant, so he does possess considerable strength.

If you really want to protect yourself, there shouldn't be any problem.

Even if you can't win a fight, you can still escape.

With that thought, his gaze quickly returned to the virtual reality glasses in his hand.

Last night, after putting on the virtual reality glasses, he appeared in Fuyuki, which seemed to be ten years in the future. If he were to log back into the game now and still be in Fuyuki, in other words, could he also see Illya?

If they really do appear in Fuyuki, arranging a meeting between Irisviel and Illya shouldn't be too difficult...

At least it would allow Irisviel to see Illya through images.

Also, Karen's mention of the "Holy Grail War" at the time is quite intriguing.

If Fuyuki is still preparing for the Holy Grail War, and I were to suddenly enter Fuyuki now, wouldn't that mean starting another Holy Grail War?

To be honest, the Holy Grail War isn't actually that tiring.

Ultimately, it is only his spirit that accepts the summon; as long as the Master provides magical energy, the Heroic Spirit will not feel any fatigue.

The only problem isn't the Holy Grail War, but the live broadcast.

The last Holy Grail War was brought to Fuyuki Mother of All of the live broadcast.

If it's broadcast live again this time...

Lan Ze sighed as he thought of this.

I wish we could completely cut off the live stream someday.

Knock knock.

Just as he was thinking this, there was a soft knock on the door.

Lan Ze slightly collected his thoughts, turned his head and called out:

"Who?"

Irisviel paused slightly at the doorway, her voice gentle and clear, and softly said:

It's me.

Strange, why is Irisviel here...?

Lan Ze hesitated for a moment, then said, "Come in."

Under Lan Ze's gaze, the gentle-looking Irisviel pushed open the door and entered the room.

Looking at the woman's exquisite and flawless face, Lan Ze was slightly surprised and asked, "Have you finished dealing with Merlin's matter?"

Irisviel gently shook her head and said softly, "Not yet, Aika and her mother are dealing with things over there."

Dealing with that matter... you mean the matter of beating up Merlin...?

As expected of Irisviel, she can even make beating someone up sound so euphemistic... Thinking of this, Lan Ze suddenly asked again, "Irisviel, will you regret coming to Tokyo?"

He was a little worried that Irisviel might get bored in Tokyo and have the urge to go back... but now she probably has no way to return to Fuyuki.

The system gave Irisviel a one-way ticket; once she arrived, there was probably no going back.

Irisviel immediately shook her head and said softly, "It's fine here... Both Mother and Aika are very gentle, and although Miss Shiki doesn't talk much, she's very considerate of others' feelings."

"Why was Ereshkigal the only one overlooked?" Lan Ze complained.

Irisviel's expression immediately turned somewhat troubled, and her tone carried a hint of helplessness as she softly said, "Since I came here, I've rarely seen that goddess."

Lan Ze was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood.

Come to think of it, Ereshkigal is the epitome of tsundere, while Ishtar is a goddess who is both tsundere and arrogant, so it's natural that communicating with Irisviel would be very difficult.

"It's alright, I think you'll get to know her quickly. Ereshkigal actually has a pretty good personality," Lan Ze said with a smile.

Irisviel gave a soft "hmm" and a faint smile appeared on her face.

A brief, inexplicable silence fell over the room. After a long while, Lan Ze suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you want to see Illya?"

He wasn't quite sure what Irisviel was thinking. Although Irisviel had never met Illya before, he couldn't be sure if she might have developed a desire to see her daughter after last night's dream.

Irisviel hesitated for a moment, then nodded, but quickly shook her head, her voice gentle. "I did have a thought just now... but now that I think about it, as long as that child is doing well, it doesn't matter whether I can see her or not."

After saying this, she quietly walked to the bedside and sat down, speaking softly and gently, "As long as things can continue like this, I'll be content."

As an homunculus of the Einzbern family, Irisviel's original destiny was simply to become a wish-granting machine at the end of the Holy Grail War, and then, like a dazzling firework, to bloom with unparalleled beauty, but to vanish in an instant.

She is already very content to be able to live here now.

She shifted her body slightly, her shoulder inadvertently brushing against Lan Ze's. A warm, delicate fragrance wafted into her nostrils, causing Lan Ze to squint his eyes in a daze.

He tilted his head slightly, gazing at Irisviel's profile.

Her profile was almost flawless, with her slightly pursed, supple lips and a faint smile that drew the eye to her face.

Seemingly noticing Lan Ze's gaze, she turned her head to look at Lan Ze, blinked, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Lan Ze shook his head and said, "I'm relieved that you say that. I was just wondering what I should do if you want to go back to that castle."

Irisviel immediately shook her head and said softly, "No, I won't leave here as long as you don't kick me out."

As she said this, she slightly raised her head to look at Lan Ze, lingering on the boy's face for a moment, before lowering her eyes as if somewhat shy.

"Irisviel ..." Lan Ze was touched and couldn't help but gently hug the woman's slender waist, as if he wanted to feel the softness of her body.

Irisviel gently pressed her forehead against Lan Ze's chest, her once bright red eyes now concealing a hint of darkness.

After a few minutes of tenderness, Irisviel suddenly whispered, "But it's still a little annoying, isn't it?"

"Caster, you are not just my Servant." she continued.

"I'm not Servant now either--"

Just as Lan Ze was about to say this, Irisviel gently interrupted him, "That's not what I meant by Servant '."

Lan Ze fell silent.

Irisviel wasn't referring to Servant belonging to just one person; to put it bluntly, he wasn't solely hers.

"But now that things have come to this, I can't very well say something as domineering as asking you to ask everyone else to leave and then stay by my side forever," Irisviel said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

It has to be said that a girl's gesture of flipping her hair is really charming. When she tucks her hair behind her ear, her sexy and alluring lips also come into view.

Lan Ze gazed at the woman's profile, his gaze lingering for a moment on her snow-white, swan-like neck.

At that moment, Irisviel suddenly raised her head, gazed into Lan Ze's eyes, and whispered, "May I make a small request?"

As she spoke, a captivating, moist glint appeared in her gentle red eyes.

Lan Ze nodded immediately. "Anything I can do is fine."

Given Irisviel's current state, he felt he could accept even the most unreasonable requests, let alone small ones.

"That..."

Irisviel slightly raised her fingertips, and the silver threads in her hand intertwined intricately in mid-air.

The silver threads seemed to come alive, dancing gently in mid-air.

Lan Ze stared at this scene, stunned for a moment, somewhat unable to react.

"Irisviel, what is this...?"

"One of my Magecraft, the Silver Thread Eagle, is a product of alchemy, I suppose." Irisviel's voice was gentle, and as she raised her fingertips, the silver threads quietly and slowly surged toward Lan Ze.

Lan Ze hesitated for a moment, looking at the silver threads dancing in mid-air, a strange premonition rising in his heart. He asked, "So what does this have to do with your request?"

Irisviel tilted her head slightly, looking at Lan Ze with an innocent expression. "Of course there's a connection, because even I'm a woman who's easily jealous."

"So, I need your cooperation."

The silver threads dancing in mid-air quietly wrapped around Lan Ze's wrist. Irisviel had climbed to the head of the bed at some point, and her snow-white arms gently embraced Lan Ze from behind. Her soft body, along with a faint fragrance, wafted into his nostrils.

Irisviel said softly in a gentle and sweet voice, "Don't worry, I'll resolve things between us before Mother and the others finish dealing with Mr. Merlin."

"Hahahaha, you can't escape, Merlin!"

"Stop right there!"

At that moment, Ishtar's unrestrained laughter echoed from mid-air. She chased Merlin around in her Heavenly Ark, her smile exquisite, but to Merlin in his current state, it was nothing short of demonic.

"This isn't a goddess, she's a demon!" Merlin muttered angrily as he ran away.

However, just as he finished speaking, a girl with short, light blonde hair suddenly appeared in front of him. She wore an innocent smile, her small mouth slightly open. "Die!"

"So don't say such vicious things with that cute smile! Aaaaaaah!"

As Sajyou Manaka slapped him, Merlin plummeted straight down from mid-air.

Suddenly, a huge crack opened in mid-air. From the crack, nothing could be seen; it seemed to be nothingness.

Without the slightest hesitation, Merlin plunged into the crack and disappeared into the sky above the city.

"Now we're safe, right?" He wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt a sense of relief.

At that moment, his peripheral vision suddenly fell on the woman not far ahead. She had long, flowing blue hair, a gentle and kind expression on her face, and a pair of bright red eyes that were quietly staring at Merlin.

Merlin's body stiffened slightly, then he immediately turned to run away.

But as soon as she turned her head, she saw Ryougi Shiki had quietly walked out from behind her.

He glanced to the side again and saw that Sajyou Manaka was standing beside him at some point.

After a brief hesitation, Merlin shrugged.

"Fine, I give up." His smile was filled with despair as he finished speaking.

"Mother actually sent Merlin into the Imaginary Number World..."

At this moment, Ishtar was still floating in mid-air, looking down at Merlin who had disappeared from sight, and sighed somewhat disappointedly.

Ever since Tiamat learned the coordinates to leave the Imaginary Number World, she has been able to freely enter and exit Imaginary Number World. Bringing Merlin into the Imaginary Number World probably because it would be more convenient to beat people up there.

However, she didn't want to get involved anymore; she'd already had her fill of fighting.

"I wonder what the Divine Messenger is doing..."

Gazing at the azure sky, Ishtar suddenly remembered this matter and quietly flew towards a certain apartment in her Heavenly Ark.

She floated beside the bed, trying to peer through the glass window to see what was happening inside.

However, when they looked through the glass window, they couldn't see anything inside.