Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking

After explaining, she looked at Lan Ze and said softly:

"Then I'll go first, senior."

Lan Ze nodded gently, and only after Matou Sakura left the hall did he slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

Why do I feel so much pressure when I'm facing Sakura? It's really strange.

Medea watched Matou Sakura's departing figure and sincerely exclaimed, "Master, your Master... has a very high level of Magecraft skill; she can conceal her presence so well."

She and Lan Ze were chatting in the lobby when she didn't even realize someone had quietly walked in.

The level of concealment one's presence is truly superb.

"In modern times, this ability to conceal one's presence has another name," Lan Ze said.

"What?" Medea asked instinctively.

"She has a weak presence." Lan Ze turned to look at her.

Medea: "..."

She was silent for a moment, then looked towards the hall with suspicion and said softly, "With that Master's looks, she doesn't seem like the kind of girl who would be unremarkable..."

"Perhaps it's because she has such a dazzling older sister," Lan Ze said.

Tohsaka Rin was the most dazzling presence at school, her brilliance even overshadowing her younger sister, so probably few people noticed Matou Sakura's charm.

However, Lan Ze did notice it.

After all, she's just too big.

After sitting in the hall for a while, Medea got up and left the mansion, saying, "While it's daytime, I'll go out and search the place. I'll come back to you if I find anything, Matser."

Lan Ze nodded. "Be careful."

In the end, he was just Servant and didn't have a Command Spells to command Servant. If something happened to Medea, he wouldn't be able to teleport her back immediately.

Medea thought for a moment and said, "I'll leave a Magecraft mark on you. If I find anything, I'll use that mark to notify you."

After she finished speaking, she clasped her hands together, and a faint light seemed to emanate from them. Soon, Lan Ze felt a slight burning sensation on the back of his hand, and a mark that looked like Magic Array appeared on the back of his hand.

After doing all this, Medea said softly:

"Then I'll be going now, Master."

After saying that, she turned to leave.

Looking at the graceful, young woman in her Servant, Lan Ze suddenly asked, "By the way, Medea, I want to ask you a question..."

Medea turned to look at Lan Ze in confusion.

Is it possible for a powerful Magecraft to simultaneously contract two Servant and supply them with magical energy at the same time?

Medea shook her head regretfully. "If it were a modern Magecraft, I don't think anyone could do it."

Where does Sakura's constant supply of magic come from...? Lan Ze's brow furrowed slightly.

Medea glanced at him and then said, "Of course, there are always exceptions."

Lan Ze's eyes flickered slightly as he stared at Medea.

"During the Age of Gods, every Magecraft essentially extracted and used magical power from the Root. In modern times, however, the Root has become an inaccessible entity. If a Magecraft were to enter or connect to the Root, they could supply magical Magecraft to two or even three Servant simultaneously without any problem."

Lan Ze nodded thoughtfully.

Medea glanced at him and continued, "But those who enter and leave the Root cannot leave Root. Their existence will be completely erased; no one will remember them, and there will be no related records."

"As for connecting to the Root, that goes without saying. I've never seen anyone who can connect to the Root. In fact, whether such a person even exists is questionable."

"There are still people connected to the Root... and there are two of them," Lan Ze muttered to himself.

Medea was taken aback, and looked at Lan Ze with surprise. "You've seen the one who connects to the Root?"

"I've seen it more than once; I've been there many times. It's very moist..." Lan Ze nodded slightly. "Hmm... I guess so."

Medea clearly didn't believe it, but gave Lan Ze a deep look before smiling slightly and saying, "I see."

The answer sounded somewhat perfunctory.

Since the other party was her Master, she didn't want to embarrass him too much, so she simply decided not to expose his lie.

The person who is linked to the Root is, in the end, just a rumor. Whether this rumor is true or not is still debatable. This Master actually said that he had seen him... In the end, he just doesn't understand how rare the person who is linked to the Root is, which is why he said such a thing.

Or perhaps... he wanted to show off his abilities in front of me?

Medea, her shapely hips accentuated by the witch's robes, recalled his kiss from the previous night and couldn't help but look at Lan Ze with complicated emotions.

"Furthermore, if it's a deity, providing magical energy to seven Servant simultaneously wouldn't be a problem... provided the deity can live to the present day and become Master," Medea suddenly said.

Lan Ze snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to ask, "What about the Creation God?"

Medea gave him a strange look and said softly, "The Creation Mother Goddess couldn't possibly be alive in the modern era. Let alone the modern era, I think most of the gods from the Age of Gods probably never even saw the Creation Mother Goddess."

"She's still alive..." Lan Ze couldn't help but say.

Why don't you just say she's at your house...? Even Medea, with her strong personality, couldn't help but mentally retort when she heard Lan Ze's answer.

Medea didn't seem to believe it... Seeing Medea's expression, Lan Ze roughly guessed what she was thinking.

He actually wanted to say, "She's my mother," but considering that Medea wouldn't believe him anyway, he held back.

Right now, instead of worrying about that, let's find an opportunity to test Sakura and see where her magic comes from... Lan Ze smiled and said, "I'll go to the kitchen and see if Sakura needs any help."

Medea nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I will investigate the Holy Grail matter as soon as possible, and I will let you know as soon as I have any news."

Watching Lan Ze walk out of the hall, she shook her head helplessly.

This master really likes to joke... No matter what, the Creation Mother Goddess couldn't possibly live to the modern era. Ultimately, after the Age of Gods disappears, the gods will naturally perish as well; this is an irreversible thing.

No one can change that.

The same was true of the divine era she once lived in... By now, all her former comrades have probably perished.

Medea felt a little heavy-hearted and sighed softly.

She collected her thoughts and turned to leave the mansion.

At this moment, as if she had remembered something, she suddenly paused slightly.

Come to think of it, I can see the blessing on my Master; wouldn't I just know if I took a glance?

If he has ever met the person who connects to the Root, he will inevitably be tainted by "cause and effect."

Thinking of this, Medea turned her head to look at Lan Ze, who was about to enter the kitchen, raised her finger, and magic flowed slightly at her fingertip.

Then, a beam of light quietly entered Lan Ze's body.

Several illusory figures appeared behind Lan Ze, arranged in descending order of height.

At the very back of the line was a girl with pigtails. She had a slender figure and revealed a pair of long, smooth, white legs. She looked sexy and alluring, and her haughty demeanor was enough to make anyone standing in front of her feel inferior.

Medea's gaze sharpened slightly, and then she raised her finger and gently touched the illusory figure.

She closed her eyes, and after a moment of contemplation, whispered to herself:

"So that's how it is, this girl is the Goddess of Heaven...?"

She's an incredibly beautiful goddess... no wonder Master was smitten.

Not to mention Lan Ze, even she was somewhat moved when she saw such a goddess.

Further ahead was a blonde girl with twin ponytails, who looked remarkably like Goddess of Heaven.

"The Goddess of the Underworld...?" Medea mused.

This Master's experience is truly extraordinary; he has actually won the favor of two goddesses at the same time. No wonder he possesses such powerful magic.

She continued reading, muttering to herself.

The third figure that came into view was a petite and adorable little girl, wearing a dress and with short, light blonde hair.

As if she were consciously aware of it, she turned her head and glanced at Medea.

Medea's heart skipped a beat the moment they locked eyes.

It was just a blurry image, but she could clearly feel a pang of fear in her heart.

At that moment, a young woman in front of the little girl turned her head and looked over. Her sexy figure was accentuated by her kimono, and her eyes were like the starry sky, inspiring awe.

Who are these two people...?

Medea stared at the two illusory figures with a look of surprise and uncertainty. She raised her finger and gently touched one of the figures.

The illusory image was like a bubble, bursting at the slightest touch.

Only a trace of magic lingered in the air.

Medea's fingers touched the invisible and intangible magic, and after confirming its origin, her fingertips suddenly stiffened slightly.

She subconsciously looked up at the boy who had already entered the kitchen, and a feeling of disbelief quietly spread through her heart.

Root...

It really is the Root?!

Master wasn't lying... He really had seen the Magecraft in the modern era who connected to the Root!

How can a single Servant possess both the blessings of the Age of Gods and the blessings of modern Root, spanning over a thousand years?

Medea took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and quickly calmed down.

Although the Root was difficult to find, it was Root everyone could use in her time. Although rare, it wasn't enough to make her lose her composure.

Speaking of which... who is that woman?

After gradually calming down, her gaze quickly fell on the huge, illusory figure at the front. It was a blue-haired woman with a pair of horns on her head. It was just a phantom, but at first glance, one could feel a gentle maternal love quietly spreading out.

That gentle and sacred aura is like the feeling a child has when they see their mother, an irresistible urge to throw themselves into her arms... It's the most primal impulse, an emotion untainted by any impurities, inspiring both respect and awe.

"Gods again...?" Medea murmured to herself, suppressing the urge to rush into her mother's arms, her brow furrowing slightly.

She felt something was off. Even if this woman was a deity, she shouldn't have felt this sense of awe towards her.

Even the two people who Root the connection she had just seen had never given her such a sense of awe.

After a brief moment of gazing, she reached out a finger and gently touched the figure.

However, it is still impossible to determine the other party's identity based solely on magic power.

Strange... who exactly is this guy?

Medea frowned.

Suddenly, a blue lightning bolt flashed through her mind, and a bold guess filled her heart, causing her eyes to involuntarily widen slowly.

She remembered what Lan Ze had just said.

The Creation Mother Goddess is still alive...?

This guess exploded in her heart like a deep-sea bomb. Medea's eyes involuntarily glazed over, and she subconsciously looked towards the entrance of the hall.

Did Master really see the Creation Mother Goddess?

Medea stared blankly at Lan Ze's retreating figure, speechless for a long time.

A light drizzle was falling. In the kitchen, Matou Sakura sat on a chair in front of the oven, covered her mouth and yawned sleepily. She stared blankly at the rain outside the window, lost in thought.

"If you're so sleepy, why don't you go back to sleep for a while? I'll wake you up later."

A thunderous roar echoed under the gloomy sky, and lightning surged through the clouds, illuminating the young man who had just entered the kitchen behind him.

Matou Sakura turned her head and looked over.

He was dressed in a black robe, with a gentle smile on his face, and appeared to be about the same age as her.

This is the Servant Matou Sakura "took over" from her older sister, the Red Caster, and the Servant she has been dreaming of all these years.

"Anyway, it's still early, right?" Lan Ze continued.

The clock beside me ticked away; it was 5:30 in the morning. Even if I were to get up to make breakfast, I didn't actually need to get up this early.

Lan Ze couldn't understand why Matou Sakura was up so early in the morning.

Upon seeing Lan Ze, Matou Sakura's expression flickered with slight panic, her earlier drowsiness vanishing. She turned to look at herself in the mirror through the glass window, hurriedly tidying her hair. Only after confirming that her hair was neat and that she was in good spirits did she turn back to Lan Ze, her face still slightly flushed, and said softly: