Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking

Artoria leaned against the door with her arms crossed, slowly opening her beautiful emerald green eyes.

"Master, what brings you here?" she asked softly.

The air seemed to suddenly distort, and then, a "door" in front of the corridor quietly opened.

Then came the crisp sound of high-heeled military boots clicking on the floor, and Scathach, with her graceful curves, stepped out of the door.

"There appears to have been a battle between Servant just now, in the southeast of Fuyuki," Scathach said.

"Have the Black Faction's Servant made their move...?" Artoria murmured to herself.

At that moment, Sister Karen emerged from the church hall, wearing a red dress and long legs encased in sexy black stockings, looking particularly alluring.

She rested her hand on her chin and whispered, "Southeast... If I remember correctly, there seems to be an abandoned air-raid shelter there. Did one of our Servant actually go to a place like that?"

"What an idiot. Fighting in a place like an air-raid shelter would make it very difficult to escape if they were surrounded," Karen paused, then continued, "Besides, the church is quite a distance from the air-raid shelter. By the time we get there, that Servant might already be taken care of."

"Moreover, if we rush there now, we might fall into the enemy's trap."

Scathach was silent for a moment, then said softly, "My disciple is there."

"Who is your disciple?" Karen asked Scathach with a puzzled look.

"Lan Ze," Artoria said softly.

Karen paused slightly, then turned and walked towards the entrance of the Holy Church.

Both Servant looked at Karen simultaneously, their eyes filled with doubt.

"Thinking about it carefully, they are our teammates. I understand the principle of 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold' (meaning that if one of them is gone, the other will be too")."

Karen said calmly, "Let's go, let's go take a look."

Scathach paused for a moment, then asked with a slightly teasing smile, "What if it's a trap?"

Karen flashed a charming smile, "If it's my older brother, he must have had a purpose in going to the air-raid shelter. We need to hurry and support him."

Lan Ze, aboard the Heavenly Ark, is on his way back to the mansion with Medea.

Medea closed her eyes slightly, letting the cold wind tousle her hair. The slightly disheveled strands added to her languid charm. She forced herself to look up at Lan Ze and softly apologized, "I'm sorry, Master, I've caused you trouble."

She seemed somewhat weak; the previous battle with Black Saber had consumed a great deal of her magic power. Medea's Magic Supply was already less than that of a normal Servant, and now she was like a candle flickering in the wind.

Lan Ze shook his head and said, "It's good that you're alright."

As he spoke, he looked at Medea's tired expression, raised his hand to brush away the messy strands of hair from her forehead, and said, "You look very weak. I'll transfer my magic to you first."

Medea gave a soft "hmm," then suddenly asked in a low voice, "Master, why did you come to save me earlier?"

She initially thought that even if her Master arrived at the scene, he would probably give up upon seeing so many Servant.

Unexpectedly, he rescued her in front of so many Servant.

Lan Ze smiled and said, "You are my Servant after all, and besides, I was the one who sent you out to search for the Holy Grail."

Medea bent her knees and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Master, you seem to have never asked me why I unilaterally severed my contract with the first Master. Aren't you curious?"

Lan Ze slowly replenished her magic power, and upon hearing this, replied, "You must have your reasons for doing this. Whether you want to explain or not doesn't matter; I believe you."

Medea remained silent for a long time.

Gradually, the cold expression on her face, which had been tinged with the experience of the night, softened, as if a warm current was flowing through her heart, and a faint blush gradually rose on her cheeks.

From the very beginning, what she needed was not forgiveness, but understanding.

Black Saber said she would forgive Saber for unilaterally severing her contract with her first Master, while the current Master said he understands her actions and chooses to believe her.

The gap between the two widened immediately.

Medea's features softened, and she removed her hood, revealing a pure and pitiful face.

Her purple hair was still being blown by the cold wind. Facing the wind and rain, she raised her head and looked up at Lan Ze. Her beautiful, watery eyes flickered for a moment. Listening to the howling wind, she whispered, "Thank you, Master."

After she finished speaking, she pressed her shoulder against Lan Ze's, tilted her head slightly, and rested her head on Lan Ze's shoulder, saying softly, "Sorry, I'm a little tired. Can I lean on you like this and rest for a bit?"

Lan Ze hummed in agreement, placing his hand on her slender, alluring waist, silently replenishing his magic.

Medea was immersed in this tenderness when she felt the hand that had been resting on her waist move down a little and touch her buttocks.

Medea's heart tightened, and she instinctively wanted to look away, but along with the embarrassment, she also felt a sweet joy. Her breathing became heavier, and her cheeks flushed even more.

She resisted the urge to move, her moist eyes becoming even more hazy, and her legs involuntarily rubbed together.

Just then, a gust of wind seemed to come from behind, and Medea was startled, snapping out of her shyness and turning her head sharply to look.

The armored Servant leaped high into the air in an exaggerated pose, charging towards the Heavenly Ark.

Medea's heart tightened, and she instinctively turned her head and whispered, "Master."

That person is Servant the Black Faction!

But Lan Ze remained unmoved, seemingly still immersed in the pure warmth between master and servant.

Didn't Master notice her?!

Medea hurriedly spoke again, "Master, the Black Faction's Servant here!"

But Lan Ze only glanced back once before looking away.

Oh, it's Xiao Mo. It's alright then.

As the armored Servant drew his greatsword, Medea raised her finger, a faint light flickering at her fingertip.

At this moment, Lan Ze suddenly raised his hand and gently pressed it on the back of her hand, whispering, "It's alright, she doesn't intend to attack us for the time being."

Medea was startled and couldn't help but look again.

Just as Lan Ze had said, the Black Assassin, though carrying a greatsword, did not attack. Instead, she leaped onto the Heavenly Ark and stood in front of the two of them.

She's clearly an assassin, but this outfit doesn't look like one at all. Now, carrying a greatsword and wearing full armor, the Old Man of the Mountain might give her a thumbs-up if he saw this.

Medea looked up and stared warily at the Servant, ready to retaliate immediately to protect her master's safety should the Servant show any signs of aggression.

The Black Assassin gazed at the black-robed Servant sitting on the Heavenly Ark, and then her helmet quietly fell away, revealing a strikingly handsome face.

Medea frowned slightly, thinking to herself, "So, behind Assassin's spying is a young girl's face... But she seems a bit too carefree. How did her parents raise her?"

Suddenly, she heard the assassin in front of her shout excitedly, "Father King, is that you?!"

Medea paused, then instinctively turned to look at her Master beside her.

Father King...?

After being stunned for a while, she finally snapped out of her thoughts.

As expected of Master's daughter, one look is enough to tell she's an exceptional person... Medea looked at Mordred with more appreciation in her eyes, as if she were looking at her own daughter.

Lan Ze removed his hood, revealing a handsome face. He looked up at the girl standing on the Heavenly Ark and smiled, "Long time no see, Xiao Mo."

"Would you like to come and sit down?" He gestured to the seat next to him.

This Heavenly Ark is quite large; two or three people can squeeze in without any problem.

Mordred's eyes flickered slightly; she was clearly tempted.

But she quickly sensed the gaze from the woman beside her, and immediately shook her head, firmly stating, "No need, I'm not here to chat with you this time."

Lan Ze asked in confusion, "Then what are you doing here?"

Mordred took a deep breath and stared at Lan Ze: "Hand over the woman beside you."

Lan Ze was taken aback, then looked up at Mordred with a puzzled expression. "What do you want her for?"

"She is Servant of the Black Faction, so naturally she should be brought back to the Black Faction."

As Mordred finished speaking, as if making a firm decision, he raised his greatsword, gazed at Lan Ze, and said loudly, "Father King, the last Holy Grail War was because you were cursed, so I did not fight you for the Holy Grail. But this time, my sword will be wielded for myself."

"Even if it's my Father King, I will never hold back again!"

She is Rebellious Knight, Rebellious Knight should act like Rebellious Knight. Whether it's her Father King or her mother, this time she will not hold back.

Even if her opponent is her own Father King, she can still wield her sword without mercy.

With her current strength, she's not much weaker than her Father King.

Lan Ze's eyes flickered slightly as he asked, "Are you serious?"

Mordred hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "That's right!"

Lan Ze nodded slightly. "In that case, I respect your decision, Xiao Mo."

"So, are you planning to hand this woman over to me, Father King?" Mordred's gaze suddenly sharpened as he spoke.

After seeing Lan Ze shake his head, Mordred took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"In that case, we have no choice but to take action, Father King!"

Without saying a word, she raised her greatsword and stabbed it fiercely at one of the winglets of the Heavenly Ark.

Vimana lost his balance and, with Mordred standing on the wing, reached out to grab Medea.

Lan Ze held Medea tightly around the waist, using the wing to avoid Mordred's outstretched hand, and plummeted straight down from mid-air.

At that moment, Lan Ze's eyes seemed to reflect the entire sky, the raindrops falling from the heavens, and Mordred rushing down from under the wings.

She was clearly serious; the greatsword in her hand glowed with a fiery red light, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, forming a wanton arc.

"Father King, I told you, this time I won't hold back!"

"My Glorious Father's Rebellion!"

The greatsword shone with a blazing light, illuminating the dark night sky. A magic cannon condensed at the tip of the greatsword and then blasted towards Lan Ze, who was still falling.

Lan Ze remained completely calm, raising his hand and using his Illusion Manifestation ability to conjure a greatsword identical to Mordred's.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the greatsword also shone with red light beams, the two beams colliding in mid-air.

The scorching heat spread like a storm, thick smoke billowed, and Lan Ze held Medea tightly, his brows furrowing slightly.

This is a bit troublesome... If we continue to entangle with Mordred like this, it will be very difficult to take Medea away once the enemy Servant arrive.

We must get out of the battlefield as soon as possible...

Just as Lan Ze was thinking this, a cold yet gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Looks like I've arrived just in time?"

"Instead of saying that my arrival was timely, it would be more accurate to say that my notification was timely," another voice with a mature, older woman's tone followed.

Lan Ze turned his head slightly and looked over. When he saw the two people in front of him, his eyes lit up.

The Red Faction Team's reinforcements have arrived!

"Father King, you certainly have a lot of tricks up your sleeve. But now that you've made a contract with another Servant, can you withstand one more of my Noble Phantasm?!"

Amidst the thick smoke, Mordred took another step forward, flashing into the billowing smoke, raising his greatsword, and fiercely slashing towards Lan Ze.

A pleasant sound of weapons clashing rang in his ears, and then the man raised his gun and swung it, the immense force causing Mordred to stagger back several steps.

"Have the enemy's Servant arrived too?!"

Mordred was startled.

She inherited the genes of both her father and mother, possessing the genes of Red Dragon. In terms of sheer strength, she rarely suffered a loss, yet here she was, her attack so easily deflected?

"Who is it?!" Mordred suddenly looked up at the billowing smoke ahead.

However, no one answered her from the thick smoke.

But she clearly felt a pair of eyes silently watching her from within the thick smoke.

"Playing tricks!"

Mordred snorted and swung his greatsword forward, a gust of wind clearing away the thick smoke as if parting the clouds.

"Let me see who the other Servant in the Red Faction are—" Mordred muttered, then looked up.

Beside Lan Ze, two Servant had appeared out of nowhere. One was dressed in a sexy bodysuit and had a languid, mature air about her, while the other had her blonde hair styled in an updo, wore a golden crown, and held Spear of the Vanguard.

Her gaze froze slightly as she stared at the woman before her, lost in a daze.

Lan Ze glanced at the woman beside him, then at the dazed Mordred, his eyes widening slightly as he said, "I forgot to mention, Lily is also on the Red Faction Team."

Mordred: "..."