Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking Chapter 203

"Looks like you're in trouble here, Assassin."

Just then, Cú Chulainn's nonchalant voice came from the darkness behind him. He stepped slowly out of the darkness, his footsteps echoing across the overgrown ground, and continued:

"Judging from your reaction, it seems like Servant the Red faction have arrived to provide support—"

As he spoke, Cú Chulainn looked up, his voice suddenly faltering, and his gaze froze.

Not far behind Cú Chulainn, Gilgamesh, clad in golden armor, stopped in the darkness. He stood silently, and through the rain, he saw Lan Ze's familiar face. His lips twitched slightly, and a thousand words condensed into one sentence:

Damn it, it's you again!

Mordred gazed at the two Servant ahead through the rain. Her gaze lingered on Lan Ze for a moment, then she glanced at Artoria beside her, her eyes momentarily glazed over.

She suddenly felt that life had turned gray and bleak, as if she had lost all hope.

My Father King and mother are both on the Red Faction, so why am I on the Black Faction...? Mordred felt neither joy nor sorrow; at this moment, her mental state was on the verge of collapse.

She could almost foresee what she would face if she attacked now.

--Mixed Doubles

Just thinking about that scene made Mordred swallow hard and take a half-step back.

"Maybe we should just retreat..." The thought flashed through her mind.

At that moment, Artoria, who was standing opposite, looked up at Mordred and said, "I never expected to see you like this, Mordred."

Mordred, stubborn as ever and unwilling to lose face in front of his Father King, scoffed, "I'm quite surprised too."

As she spoke, she hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she should leave tonight and whether she should stab her Master in the back before running to her Father King's arms.

Just then, through the drifting rain, Black Saber's deep voice came from behind:

"Hey, why is there no sound here? Did you run into an old acquaintance and decide to sit down and chat for a bit?"

Mordred turned his head and saw a blonde-haired Black Saber walking out of the darkness. Her gaze swept over the Servant in front of her, and then fell on Mordred beside her.

"Assassin, you're just standing here chatting with the enemy's Servant? That's not like you."

Mordred glared at him and whispered, "If you say another word, I'll chop you up first!"

If she can't beat those two Servant, can't she at least defeat this Black Saber?

She paused, then continued, "And Lancer hasn't made a move either, has he?"

Black Saber was slightly taken aback. Only then did she suddenly realize that Cú Chulainn, the usually unrestrained and carefree Child of Light, seemed to be in a rather complicated mood.

Although he held the Red Spear, he never launched an attack, but instead looked up solemnly at the few Servant in front of him.

Following Cú Chulainn's gaze, Black Saber's eyes fell directly on the sexy woman.

After glancing at her suspiciously for a few moments, he turned and asked in a low voice, "Do you know her?"

Cú Chulainn clicked his tongue and said, "The Queen of the Land of Shadows."

He felt things were getting a bit tricky. After discovering the location of the Black Caster, he had originally planned to bring her back, but he hadn't expected the Red Faction's Servant to act so quickly.

The Red Faction's caster not only infiltrated behind them silently, but also kidnapped Medea.

... Is this really something a caster could do?

"The Queen of the Land of Shadows?" Black Saber repeated, then paused slightly, as if remembering something, a strange look suddenly appearing in her eyes.

The Child of Light of Ireland honed his martial arts in the Land of Shadows; the Red Faction... actually summoned Lancer's teacher?

This is getting a bit troublesome... Black Saber frowned and looked at Mordred, who was also completely silent.

"Assassin, you also know the Queen of the Land of Shadows?"

Based on his understanding of Assassin, he knew she should have picked up her greatsword and attacked without hesitation when she saw an enemy, but tonight she seemed a little hesitant.

Mordred simply shook his head slowly. "Don't know him."

Black Saber breathed a sigh of relief.

"In that case, I'll leave the Queen of the Land of Shadows to you for now. Lancer and I will deal with the others, while Archer and Berserker are lying in ambush. The situation is still in our favor."

Just as Black Saber finished speaking, Mordred suddenly interrupted, "Let's retreat for tonight."

Black Saber was visibly taken aback, then hurriedly said, "If we don't act this time, it will be very difficult to bring Caster back next time."

The Black Faction has deployed a total of five Servant, including him. If they miss this opportunity, it will be much, much more difficult to bring Medea back.

Because after this, the other party will definitely be more cautious.

Before Black Saber could continue speaking, Mordred turned and left.

"If you're going to take action, you can go ahead. I have other things to take care of."

"Assassin, are you afraid?!" Black Saber tried to provoke her.

Mordred abruptly stopped, glaring fiercely at Black Saber: "It's not fear, it's just that we need to rethink our strategy... This is called a strategic retreat!"

As she said this, she suddenly had another thought. If they wanted to take Black Caster away, it seemed that tonight was the only chance. After all, the enemy wasn't all there yet, and they had a numerical advantage over the enemy...

Thinking of this, Mordred's eyes flickered slightly, and she immediately stopped in her tracks.

That's right, if we just leave like this, my Father King will definitely think I'm too cowardly, that I shouldn't run away so easily...

She turned to Artoria: "I'll hold Mother off. As for Father King and the others, you can handle them. Whether or not you can take the Black Caster is something you can decide for yourselves later."

Black Saber then showed a satisfied expression and nodded.

That's more like it. They have five Servant on their side, why should they retreat? They have to take Medea with them tonight no matter what.

With Assassin's strength, holding off a Servant shouldn't be a problem at all.

His thoughts suddenly paused, remembering Mordred's words, and he abruptly looked up. "Your mother and Father King?!"

The Rebellious Knight's Father King...

Isn't that King Arthur?!

Black Saber abruptly turned her head to look at the black-robed Servant, her heart filled with turmoil.

I never expected King Arthur to be summoned too!

And Assassin's mother... The Lion King?

How did this family of three end up in the same Holy Grail War?

No wonder this fearless assassin wanted to retreat first. If he were in his shoes, he would also need some time to calm down in this situation.

"Are you planning to make a move, Mo?" Artoria looked up and asked, gazing at her daughter across from her.

Mordred's heart skipped a beat, but she remained calm on the surface. A slight smile played on her lips as she said, "Let me see how much you've improved over the years, Mother!"

"I should be the one saying that!" Artoria suddenly moved. Her speed was astonishing. She appeared in front of Mordred in the blink of an eye, and slashed the Holy Lance down at Mordred.

"I told you, this time I won't hold back. I'll show you the true power of Rebellious Knight!" Mordred grinned arrogantly, hoisted his greatsword, and clashed with Artoria.

"Lancer, the enemy assassin is yours to handle," Black Saber said, turning to Cú Chulainn.

Cú Chulainn glanced at him. "Why weren't you the one to stop her?"

He didn't really want to fight Scathach. Don't be fooled by Scathach smiling face right now; once she enters battle mode, she immediately transforms into a true battle maniac.

Cú Chulainn didn't want to face that kind of ferocious attack again.

But then he glanced at Black Saber twice, and sighed softly, "Fine, since that's the case, I'll leave the teacher to you for now."

At this moment, Scathach slowly raised her head, her red eyes gleaming with a light that made one hesitant to look directly at her, and calmly said, "It seems you've already decided on your opponent?"

"It's been a long time since I've sparred with my teacher, and I'm getting a little itchy," Cú Chulainn chuckled, then lunged at Scathach, his Red Spear aimed at her throat.

Scathach remained calm, raising her gun to her chest, the clash of weapons accompanied by sparks.

In an instant, the once peaceful street suddenly heated up. Black Saber watched this scene, her sharp gaze landing on the black-robed Servant in front of her.

"Caster, if you hand her over to me, I might let you go tonight."

Lan Ze turned his head to look at Medea and asked, "Do you want to go back?"

Medea shook her head, a firm yet faint smile on her face, "I don't want to."

This question seemed redundant, but it brought her great joy because this Master would show her the utmost respect, something she had never experienced before.

She even felt that if she nodded and said she wanted to go back, her Master would really respect her decision.

Her contract with Lan Ze appears to be a master-servant contract, but in reality, they are equal.

"Did you hear that, Saber? She doesn't want to go back." Lan Ze looked at Black Saber.

Black Saber frowned, gave Medea a deep look, and said, "In that case, we have no choice but to take her back by force."

"With you?" Lan Ze sneered.

Black Saber slowly shook her head. "You seem to have forgotten that there are more than just the three of us traveling together this time."

He suddenly looked up at the night sky and shouted, "My lord, the enemy's caster is yours!"

Yes, they have another ace up their sleeve, their biggest ace.

The oldest King of Heroes!

As the voice faded, Medea suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She instinctively grabbed Lan Ze's arm and whispered, "Master, be careful! The enemy has a very strong Servant... extremely strong!"

She had carefully observed the Servant were surrounding her, and the most terrifying one among them was the Archer from the Black Faction, the Servant covered in Golden Flash.

Lan Ze raised his head and looked at the Servant had somehow appeared and was now standing on a street lamp.

Gilgamesh, arms crossed, looked down at the black-robed Servant on the ground and slowly spoke:

"Lan Ze, it's been a long time."

"I never expected to see you again, it really surprises me," Lan Ze said with a smile.

Black Saber paused, glancing at Lan Ze, then at the proud Golden King.

These two actually know each other?

And doesn't Archer usually call everyone a "bastard"? Why did he seem so much kinder when he met the Red Caster?

Despite her thoughts, Black Saber knew the situation was urgent and immediately said, "Archer, he's in your hands."

Gilgamesh glanced at him indifferently. "Are you ordering me around, you bastard?"

Black Saber said with some helplessness, "This is not an order, it's just a negotiation."

Gilgamesh snorted coldly.

At that moment, Cú Chulainn, having barely managed to deflect a Red Spear thrust from Scathach, suddenly turned and roared:

"Archer, hurry up and do it! I can't hold out much longer!"

He was risking his life to hold off his master, and Gilgamesh was just standing on a lamppost, acting all high and mighty?

Gilgamesh glanced at it casually, his arrogant pupils narrowing slightly.

For some reason, he felt a strange sense of unease when he saw the Red Spear in Scathach's hand.

"Xiao Mo, it seems your martial arts skills haven't improved much!"

At that moment, a high-pitched and melodious voice rang out again from afar. Artoria, wielding the Holy Lance, continuously slashed at Mordred, while Mordred constantly raised her greatsword to defend herself.

This scene looks less like a fight and more like your mom hitting you with a clothes hanger after you've done something wrong, and you're frantically trying to avoid it.

Gilgamesh watched this scene in silence, his feelings suddenly becoming somewhat complicated.

This was less a battle and more a massacre.

A one-sided massacre.

Mordred is very strong, but her opponent is her mother!

Cú Chulainn's fighting prowess should not be underestimated, yet he was facing his own teacher.

And him... if Gilgamesh Servant he didn't want to face, it would definitely be the person standing before him.

He's no weaker than him in terms of strength; in the last Holy Grail War, he even called his mother over.

As Gilgamesh thought of this, he seemed to recall some unpleasant memories. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Is Mother Goddess... here?"

So he's still wary of Mother of All after all...? Lan Ze smiled, "Guess."