Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking

"When Heroic Spirit Summoning, isn't the Spirit Origin automatically limited to a certain specification?" Illya couldn't help but ask curiously.

No matter how vast the Spirit Origin of a god or Heroic Spirit was before, it will be limited to a certain size after the Spirit Origin Heroic Spirit Summoning.

The highest level of this Servant's Spirit Origin can be called "Flash Class," which is the level of Gilgamesh.

"The Spirit Origin does shrink after Heroic Spirit Summoning, but... even after shrinking, it still can't accommodate everyone." Ishtar silently covered her face, her snow-white shoulders trembling slightly, as if she was trying hard to suppress a laugh.

She recalled Tiamat's pouty, sulky expression when she returned after being refused a summon by the Greater Grail, and found it inexplicably amusing.

However, she didn't laugh out loud at the time, because before that, Merlin, who couldn't help but laugh out loud, was tied up by Tiamat and thrown into the hall, and then beaten up by Lahmu.

In short, Ishtar seized this opportunity to replace Tiamat as the Archer of the Red Faction in this Holy Grail War.

As for Ryougi Shiki and Sajyou Manaka... they're probably still waiting for other Master to Heroic Spirit Summoning.

"Speaking of which, Lan Ze... I mean, is Caster still at the Tohsaka Family?" Ishtar suddenly asked.

Illya gave the slender goddess in front of her a strange look and said, "Isn't this just natural? He's Sakura's Servant, of course he'll be by Sakura's side."

Ishtar narrowed her beautiful eyes, tilted her head slightly to look at the rain outside the window, her eyes flickering as if she were thinking about something.

Illya tilted her head and looked at the goddess who looked remarkably like Tohsaka Rin, and whose chest was almost identical to hers, and suddenly asked, "By the way, do you know the big brother?"

Ishtar snapped out of her reverie, nodded gently, and smiled, "Of course I know him, he's my Divine Messenger!"

Illya's eyes brightened slightly. She wrapped her small arms around one of Ishtar's long, snow-white legs and looked up at her expectantly. "Can you tell me about him?"

Ishtar pondered for a moment, then nodded and smiled, "Alright."

"But I can only chat with you for a little while. You should go to sleep later, as your goddess sister has to go out to gather intelligence," she continued.

Illya didn't think much of it, nodded, and smiled, "Okay."

Clatter

Raindrops pattered against the windowpane; the city was deep and quiet in the rainy night.

Tohsaka Rin placed her hands on her knees, adopting a well-behaved sitting posture.

Lan Ze sat opposite her, patiently waiting for her to speak.

Since it was so late and she wasn't sleeping but instead called me into her room, she probably had something important to ask me.

But shouldn't her master have already explained it to her?

As Lan Ze pondered this, he listened to the sound of the rain and patiently waited for Tohsaka Rin to speak.

But after waiting for a while, the other person still didn't speak. He couldn't help but look up at the girl and ask:

"Ms. Tohsaka, is there something you need?"

Tohsaka Rin's body stiffened instinctively, and it took her quite a while to recover.

"Sorry, this is the first time I've been in a room with someone of the opposite sex this late at night, I'm a little uncomfortable."

Her two small, snow-white feet, feeling lost and confused, started to struggle against each other, her toes slightly curled up.

This is enough to prove that this elegant young lady was indeed a little nervous at the moment.

After a brief moment of reflection, Tohsaka Rin finally calmed down.

She looked up at the boy in the room and asked, "Caster, according to what Assassin just said, that Red Faction Caster was being chased, and that's why you brought her back, right?"

Lan Ze nodded slightly. "We signed a contract, so you can rest assured if you're worried about her betraying us."

"Although she was seen as Betrayal Witch, she was just an innocent girl at the beginning."

Lan Ze was fairly aware of Medea's past and felt quite sympathetic towards her.

Tohsaka Rin gently shook her head and said softly, "I trust your judgment."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "But wouldn't some of your magic also transfer to Medea?"

This is what she's worried about, and it's a very serious problem.

Normally, given Matou Sakura's Magecraft abilities, supplying one Servant wouldn't be a problem. However, if Medea is added as well, supplying two Servant simultaneously might cause both Servant's combat power to be halved.

Battles between Servant cannot be won simply by accumulating numbers.

A strong Servant is strong; they can take on multiple opponents at once. Just like the old saying goes, Gilgamesh in his serious state could end the Holy Grail War in one night.

This is not an exaggeration; Gilgamesh, the Golden Flash of Servant, could actually do it... Of course, the premise is that there are no Servant of his level, such as Karna, or Ozymandias, the Rider who accepted the summon this time.

Even if Servant the top level, if the Magic Supply is insufficient, they might run out of steam mid-battle.

Simply put, you're out of mana and can only rely on basic attacks.

Imagine Gilgamesh unable to summon the Gate of Babylon and forced to rely solely on basic attacks; that would illustrate the importance of magic.

Sensing the worried look in Tohsaka Rin's eyes, Lan Ze shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, Medea won't use much magic power as long as she doesn't participate in the battle."

Medea is essentially a fragile mage in the back row of your team. Her role is not to deal damage, but to provide support. As long as she doesn't participate in combat, she doesn't consume much mana.

Tohsaka Rin still seemed somewhat worried. After a moment's hesitation, she glanced at the boy silently and said softly, "If you don't have enough magic power, you can tell me... I'll find a way to solve it."

"You have a way to solve the magic problem...?" Lan Ze discovered the blind spot.

Tohsaka Rin hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Yes... but it's rather complicated."

"What method?"

Just as Lan Ze asked this question, Tohsaka Rin's beautiful eyes flickered with a shy glint. She stood up and said:

"Anyway, come find me when you're low on mana... Also, while Servant don't need to rest, you've now signed a contract with another Servant, so you can take breaks to compensate for the mana drain."

You should explain your solution first... Lan Ze wanted to turn around and ask, but Tohsaka Rin had already gently pushed his back and led him to the doorway, looking like she was unwilling to answer.

Lan Ze had no choice but to give up.

Forget it, since she won't tell me, I'll just ask her again next time... Or maybe I should pretend I'm out of magic and see what her solution is? That might work too?

As Lan Ze pondered this, he quietly left the room.

Tohsaka Rin closed the door, her pert buttocks pressed against it, and slid down to sit on the floor, her forehead resting on her knees, her cheeks seemingly burning slightly.

"Why would I say something so shameless?! My father taught me to always be elegant when I was little, what did you say?!" Tohsaka Rin cried out in her heart, feeling her cheeks burning and her toes digging into the ground in embarrassment.

After a long while, her delicate white toes slowly relaxed.

Fortunately, Caster didn't understand what she meant, so it's okay...

As Tohsaka Rin thought about this, her previously agitated heart gradually calmed down.

Then, her thoughts gradually became more active.

She suddenly remembered something important.

"Speaking of which, why do I always feel like Sakura still remembers about Caster...?"

"Furthermore, Sakura's attitude towards Caster is quite intriguing..."

So much time has passed, how could she possibly remember her childhood memories until now...? Tohsaka Rin slightly raised her head, vaguely looking at her own face through the glass window, and at the rain-soaked city at night outside, and fell into deep thought for a long time.

In the room, Scathach quietly leaned against the corner, her arms crossed, supporting her perfectly proportioned full breasts. She looked at her Master, who seemed to be going through puberty, and shook her head helplessly.

"Life is not worth living," she sighed softly to herself.

After leaving Tohsaka Rin's room, Lan Ze stood in the quiet hall and experienced what it truly meant to be in the dead of night.

Matou Sakura is already resting, and Jeanne d'Arc is probably fast asleep, otherwise she would probably rush out to ask why the Black Caster ended up in your Red Faction.

As for Medea... after we signed the contract, she stayed in the basement, seemingly fiddling with something.

The hall was completely quiet, with only the soft patter of rain in the background.

"Although Servant I don't have to sleep, it's still a bit boring being alone at night..." Lan Ze sighed inwardly.

He used to think it would be great if people could go 24 hours a day without sleeping... but now he has come to realize that people really do need to sleep.

If you're active and full of energy 24 hours a day... it seems a bit too leisurely.

Lan Ze walked to the sofa, and just as he sat down, intending to rest for a while, he found a spot.

Just then, he suddenly felt a slight chill in the air. Although he didn't feel cold, Lan Ze still subconsciously looked up.

It was the wind coming from the front of the corridor.

"Are there still room windows left open?"

He muttered to himself, got up, and walked down the corridor to a room in the corner.

The door wasn't closed. Lan Ze turned on the light, and the curtains fluttered in the wind. Rain mixed with the cold wind rushed into the room, and the floor was soaked in an instant.

"Who could be so careless as to leave the doors and windows unlocked?"

As Lan Ze spoke, he stepped forward, but after taking just one step, he suddenly paused and looked up at the ceiling.

On the ceiling, a goddess with twin ponytails floats in mid-air aboard Ma'anna, a faint smile on her face and alluring charm in her red eyes.

"Ishtar?!" Lan Ze exclaimed in surprise.

"What are you doing here?!"

"It flew over." Ishtar lightly jumped down from mid-air and sat on the edge of the bed.

Under Lan Ze's astonished gaze, Ishtar casually crossed her legs, looked up at him, and smiled with narrowed eyes:

"How about that? Surprised?"

This is more than just an accident; it's downright astonishing... Lan Ze asked, "Why can gods accept the Heroic Spirit Summoning? And who summoned you?"

"Who told you that gods cannot accept summons?" Ishtar glanced at him indifferently, paused, and then continued:

"I was summoned by Illya."

Lan Ze was taken aback, and was about to ask something.

Ishtar added, "It was my mother's hair."

In an instant, Lan Ze's mind was completely opened. As if he had thought of something, he asked strangely, "Mother originally intended to accept the summons, but the Holy Grail could not contain her, so you took her place?"

"You got it right!" Ishtar's lips curved into an alluring smile as she looked up at him with amusement in her eyes.

"As compensation, the Goddess has decided to reward you."

"Award...?"

"That's right!"

Ishtar raised her snow-white toes and dangled them in front of Lan Ze's eyes, smiling as she said:

"As a reward, you'll help me replenish my magic."

Lan Ze wanted to refuse. He had only recently signed a contract with Medea, and although his magic power was still plentiful, it would likely consume a lot of it if Ishtar took a bit of it.

But Ishtar seemed to see through his thoughts; her smiling expression suddenly turned tearful, and she said plaintively, "Do you know how much effort I put into coming to find you?"

Her long, slender, snow-white legs wrapped around Lan Ze's waist as she said sadly, "Are you really that unwilling?"

Even though he knew she was lying, Lan Ze's heart still couldn't help but race when he saw Ishtar's sad and mournful eyes.

It's no wonder she's considered a goddess with an "A-level beauty score." Even though she's not at her most stunning, she's already captivating enough to draw anyone's attention.

Lan Ze gently embraced the Goddess of Heaven's slender and sexy waist, one hand supporting her hip, and leaned down slightly to taste the Goddess of Heaven's soft lips.

The lights in the room were not on, and a faint, pleasant fragrance filled the air.

After savoring Ishtar's lips, Lan Ze turned on the bedside lamp.

A slightly dim, warm light illuminated the room, dispelling the darkness in the rainy night and seemingly dispelling the cold air as well.

Only now did Lan Ze finally have the mood to peek at this Goddess of Heaven. She leaned against the soft bed, wearing a dark black knee-length skirt, her body curves were soft and sexy, and her face was flushed.

Seemingly feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at, Ishtar slightly brought her smooth calves together and gently rubbed them.

Lan Ze's gaze was successfully drawn to Ishtar. His eyes slowly moved from her face to her calves, and then to her snow-white feet encased in gold high heels. Her delicate white feet looked exquisite, like rare white jade, making one want to hold them in one's hands and play with them.

His gaze slowly moved upwards, from her shapely, firm legs to her pert buttocks, then to her slender waist, before glancing regretfully at her chest, and finally settling back on her delicate face.