Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking Chapter 189

"Impossible! How could you possibly accept the Holy Grail's call?" Merlin quickly waved his hand with a smile.

Tiamat's Spirit Origin is too vast; no matter how much it is shrunk, it can never reach the level of a normal Heroic Spirit's Spirit Origin.

If the Holy Grail were to forcibly accept an existence of Tiamat's scale into existence, it might be bursting at the seams. If the Holy Grail could speak, it might even be shouting things like, "It's too big for me to contain..."

In short, a being of Tiamat's caliber could never be summoned by the Holy Grail.

"You'd better think carefully before you speak," Irisviel advised kindly.

Merlin paused, then, noticing the dark look in Tiamat's eyes, felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly smiled and said, "I understand. I'll use Magecraft on you too... but whether you accept the summons is up to you."

"Thank you for your help on my end too," Ryougi Shiki said politely to Merlin.

"This side too," Sajyou Manaka said with a smile.

She could do the same Magecraft as Merlin, but the same principle applies to Magecraft as the saying goes, "A doctor cannot heal himself."

"I also want to help him... and if I could see my daughter in person, that would be the best thing ever," Irisviel said softly.

Merlin glanced at the group with a complicated expression, then finally sighed and nodded, "Alright, I understand."

What else can we do?

Should we reject them now?

Anyway, it's Lan Ze who's having a headache; what does it have to do with Merlin?

Merlin felt a little better after thinking about this, and then, with a "hey," he raised his staff.

"Well then, Merlin's Magecraft is about to begin!"

The rain pattered down on the ground, turning it into a white expanse.

Lan Ze arrived at the forest entrance aboard the Heavenly Ark. After storing the Heavenly Ark in the Gate of Babylon, he looked up and gazed into the depths of the forest through the rain.

"The power of the Noble Phantasm has vanished."

Scathach jumped off the Heavenly Ark, her gaze fixed on the forest. After scanning it for a moment, she pondered and said, "Let's split up. If we can't find anyone, we'll meet back here in half an hour."

Lan Ze nodded. "Okay."

He was quite confident in his abilities. Although he was a Caster, he had many protective buffs, and as long as he was careful, he wouldn't give other Servant a chance to get close.

What? What if someone accidentally gets too close to me?

... Then we'll have to switch to melee combat!

Actually, compared to chanting spells or anything like that, Lan Ze felt it was more satisfying to just pick up the Spear of the Vanguard and engage in hand-to-hand combat.

However, his class is Caster, so we should still respect that class.

After parting ways with Scathach for the time being, Lan Ze stepped into the forest.

Heavenly Ark are not very useful in this kind of place because visibility in the forest is extremely low. Not only do they make you an easy target when flying in mid-air, but there are also too many obstacles.

We still don't know whether the Servant unleashed their Noble Phantasm in the forest is friend or foe, so it's best to be cautious.

As Lan Ze pondered this, he walked deeper into the forest.

He glanced around, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Something feels off... Servant don't unleash their Noble Phantasm without reason. If Noble Phantasm did, it means a battle must have taken place here."

But if it was a battle, why did it all stop so quickly?

Next, Lan Ze circled half of the forest, but still found no signs of any battle.

"Could someone be playing a trick on me...? But doesn't my master possess the wisdom of the demonic realm? Logically, this shouldn't be the case..."

The wisdom of the Demon Realm is somewhat similar to "Clairvoyance." Scathach often uses this ability to foresee the future, so if it really is a trap, she should be able to detect it.

Unless... she already knew it was a trap, yet still came looking for a fight?

Hmm... I seem to have overlooked my master's "battle maniac" nature.

Given her personality, she really might do something like that.

As Lan Ze pondered this, he walked deeper into the forest.

Gradually, he noticed some footprints on the ground. Although they had been washed away by the rain and visibility was extremely low, Lan Ze could still detect them.

His eyes, however, were a gleaming gold, appearing particularly eerie in the darkness.

This is dragonification. The Dragon's Inverse Scale can transform him into a demonic dragon, and can also make some of his physical features dragonified. In a sense, although Lan Ze is a caster, his melee ability is far stronger than his ranged ability.

He strolled leisurely in the darkness when, amidst the torrential rain, he suddenly spotted what appeared to be a figure in the distance.

Sure enough, a battle had just broken out here... Lan Ze's eyes flickered slightly, and he quietly walked forward.

The figure quickly came into view. She looked disheveled, dressed in a style that suited her personality, resembling a medieval witch's robe. Most of her face was hidden in the hood, with only her alluring purple lips visible.

The witch, or rather, the "Betrayal Witch," Medea, the Black Caster.

The torrential rain pounded wildly on the ground. Medea seemed extremely weak, lying face down in the mud, looking like a stray cat abandoned on the street.

She seemed to sense someone was there, so she struggled to sit up and looked up with difficulty.

Her beautiful eyes, hidden beneath the hood, glanced at Lan Ze, then a bitter smile appeared on her lips, "So you're Servant the Red Faction?"

"I never imagined I'd die at the hands of the enemy. For me, it's a kind of relief."

"Are you the Black Faction's Caster? What are you doing here?" Lan Ze asked, half-squatting in front of Medea.

Medea pursed her lips and ignored her.

Hmm... she seemed to have lost all hope in life, feeling that everything was bleak and hopeless, and was giving up on herself... Lan Ze thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "Are you alright? Should I take you to the hospital?"

"I feel like you might still be salvageable," he added.

For a fleeting moment, Lan Ze felt as if Medea had glared at him fiercely.

The woman, despite looking so weak, clenched her fists tightly and stared intently at him.

"Are you trying to humiliate me, Red Faction's Caster?!"

After she finished speaking, her tightly clenched fist slowly loosened as if she had lost all her strength, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away.

Medea's Master is Atram, the Son of the Oil King.

He bought a spot in the Holy Grail Grand War from other Magecraft, and afterwards, he summoned Medea using the Golden Fleece.

Atram originally hoped that his Servant could summon a "dragon" from the Age of Gods as his familiar, but his attitude changed drastically after learning that Medea could not do so.

After that, Atram took her to visit his Magic Workshop, and when she witnessed Atram transforming the child slaves he had bought into magical crystals, the two disagreed again.

For Magecraft like Medea, such a low-level Magecraft trick was naturally very distasteful.

After that, Medea spontaneously created a magic crystal, the purity of which was far greater than that of a magic crystal transformed using "life force".

Such superb Magecraft skills, coupled with Medea's reputation as a "Betrayal Witch," naturally aroused Atram's fear. The landlord's foolish son used Command Spells, ordering Medea to "become my familiar."

However, Atram clearly did not expect that Command Spells would have absolutely no effect on Medea, Divine Era Magus of divine power.

From that Command Spells onward, the Master-Servant Relationship between the two completely fell apart.

After eliminating her Master, Medea also lost her source of magical energy.

Even if she is left unattended here, she will soon disappear from the Holy Grail War, becoming the first Servant to leave.

In this situation, she was also pursued by Servant her own faction. Now, Medea is like a candle flickering in the wind, and may disappear at any moment.

"Aren't you going to make your move, Red Faction's Caster?" Medea closed her eyes, wanting to calmly face her death.

After waiting for a long time, she felt the Servant beside her glance at her a few times before tentatively asking, "Why don't you come to our camp? We guarantee you'll eat well, drink well, and sleep warmly."

Medea was clearly taken aback for a moment, then slowly looked up at the hooded boy.

Do you know who I am?

"The Black Faction's Caster, her true identity should be Medea... right?" Lan Ze asked.

"Since you know that, aren't you afraid I'll harm your Master?" Medea's lips parted slightly, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

Her bright purple lips, paired with her attire, made her look exactly like a medieval witch, enough to scare the neighbor's child to tears.

"Is your hobby murder?" Lan Ze asked.

"What a joke, of course not!" She suddenly looked up excitedly, "I just want to... serve my Master well..."

As she finished speaking, her voice gradually calmed down, and she whispered, "Even if I agree, it's no use... My magic is no longer enough to help me leave this place with you."

Her magic power is almost completely depleted. I'm afraid that before Lan Ze can take her back, she will have already disappeared due to the exhaustion of her magic power.

"What if I sign a contract with you first?" Lan Ze persisted.

"How could Servant possibly form a contract with another Servant— " Medea's voice suddenly paused, as if she had remembered something.

The Caster class is somewhat unique; if they wish, they can take on the role of a "Master".

However, this would mean that Lan Ze's own combat power would decrease because he would have to supply her with magic power.

"However, if you sign a contract with me, your own Magic Supply may decrease significantly..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Lan Ze nod and grin.

"No problem."

"It was all worth it."

After all... this is Medea!

Unlike him, who switches to melee combat the moment he gets into a fight and fights with everyone else, Medea is a proper Divine Era Magus... She can use Divine Era Magic, and her Magecraft level is extremely high.

If we want to find the Holy Grail in the Singularity, having her help is the best option.

They need a proper Magecraft.

Medea stared into Lan Ze's eyes, her gaze flickering slightly.

After a long pause, she seemed to give up, slightly turning her face away and softly saying, "Then so be it."

"If you're not afraid of being betrayed by me."

Lan Ze simply smiled and said, "I believe you."

Medea paused slightly, glanced at Lan Ze with a complicated expression, and then said nothing more.

Does this mean she's tacitly agreeing to my next actions...? Lan Ze understood, raised his hand, and was about to formally begin signing the contract with Medea.

Just then, he suddenly heard a soft footstep.

Lan Ze abruptly stopped, turning his head slightly to look. In the pouring rain, Blue Lancer, holding Red Spear, was slowly walking towards them.

The Black Faction player is Cú Chulainn.

"I was wondering why someone would run into the forest in the middle of the night, with it still raining. Turns out it's the Red Faction's Caster?" Cú Chulainn gripped his Red Spear, his crimson eyes scrutinizing the two figures in front of him.

His gaze lingered on Lan Ze for a moment, then looked at the woman in Lan Ze's arms. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Hey, are you kidding me? The Black Caster and the Red Faction Caster's relationship is rapidly heating up in the rain-shrouded forest, and Master sent me here to break them up?"

"To be honest, I really don't want to do this kind of chore."

"Cú Chulainn?" Lan Ze frowned slightly, sensing that this was getting a bit tricky.

It wasn't that Cú Chulainn was difficult to deal with, but rather that he worried that if he fought Cú Chulainn now, by the time he returned, Caster would already be dead due to the loss of magical energy.

However, Cú Chulainn cannot be ignored... After all, he is one of the Three Knight Classes, and his combat strength should not be underestimated.

Medea parted her lips slightly and whispered, "Put me down, Caster."

Lan Ze ignored Medea's words, focusing instead on Cú Chulainn, secretly pondering a way to break the deadlock.

This is getting a bit complicated... Cú Chulainn is already difficult to deal with, and now we also need to protect Medea and sign a contract with her as soon as possible... This is just too difficult.

After transforming into a half-dragon, Lan Ze's perception was much stronger than usual. Just as he was secretly feeling troubled, he suddenly seemed to sense something, and his golden eyes swept over a certain direction behind Cú Chulainn.

Lan Ze was visibly taken aback for a moment, but quickly, his eyes lit up slightly.

At that moment, Cú Chulainn raised his Red Spear, the tip pointing at Lan Ze: "Red Caster, now I'll give you two choices."

"Either fight me, let her go, or run away with your tail between your legs. Make a choice."

Lan Ze didn't want to make a choice, so he just gave a mysterious smile and said, "I advise you to go back now; it's not too late."

"Otherwise you'll be in trouble," he advised earnestly.

Cú Chulainn raised an eyebrow, a smug smile spreading across his face, "So far, you're the only one who's dared to provoke me like this, brat."