Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking Chapter 206

Ten years ago, Kama placed the base of the Greater Grail from the Holy Grail War in Mount Enzou, and it has not been moved since.

If we assume there are only two Holy Grail in Fuyuki, then the Holy Grail in the Singularity is very likely hidden in a bomb shelter...?

Did the Black Faction members happen to be lying in ambush for Medea there, or... did they also discover that the Holy Grail was hidden in the bomb shelter?

Hmm... the latter seems unlikely. Even a highly skilled Magecraft like Medea spent almost a whole day searching before finding the Holy Grail's hiding place. How could the Black Faction find it so quickly?

They must have discovered Medea's whereabouts, so they sent men to ambush her...?

Thinking of this, Lan Ze collected his thoughts slightly and returned to reality.

He looked up at Medea and, seeing her slightly downcast expression, asked, "Medea, what are you thinking about?"

Medea forced a smile and said helplessly, "I was just thinking that if it weren't for Master, I would probably be the first Servant to be eliminated in the Holy Grail War by now."

Lan Ze laughed and said, "With your abilities, the people in the Black Faction would probably rather persuade you to surrender and rejoin their Black Faction than eliminate you."

Medea sneered, "My Noble Phantasm can sever the contract at any time. Having betrayed the Black Faction once, would they dare use me again?"

She paused, then said softly, "Let alone the Black Faction, even the Red Faction team probably wouldn't dare trust me."

If someone can betray another person once, they are likely to betray them a second time.

Just because the master trusts her doesn't mean others can trust her too.

Lan Ze gently patted the back of her hand, comforting her, "I don't know about the others, but Sakura and Rin will believe in you."

Medea felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and her soft little hand instinctively gently grasped his.

Seemingly noticing Lan Ze's gaze, Medea's cheeks flushed slightly beneath her hood, and she said softly, "Physical contact will accelerate the supply of magic power."

The closer the Master and Servant are, the faster the mana supply will be, a fact that Lan Ze is well aware of.

Normally, the speed of magic supply will not change after the two parties reach a certain distance.

Of course, if it's a negative-distance contact, the speed of magic supply can be increased even further, potentially tripling or quadrupling.

After waiting in the hall for a while, Matou Sakura brought Mordred back to the hall.

The distance between the two had noticeably closed. Mordred had initially harbored some hostility towards Matou Sakura, but now that hostility had vanished. It was unclear what had happened in the basement.

"Was the contract successfully signed?" Lan Ze looked up at Mordred.

Mordred nodded slightly, looking at the seemingly delicate girl beside her with a strange expression, and said, "This Master's magical power is immense."

"Multiple high-quality Magic Circuit — Magecraft with this kind of talent are indeed very rare," Medea said with a sigh.

"After all, she's Sakura," Lan Ze said with a smile.

Suddenly praised by the three of them, Matou Sakura's cheeks flushed instantly. Noticing their gazes, she lowered her eyes in embarrassment, her beautiful purple eyes glistening with shyness, as if veiled by a layer of mist. She whispered, "Really, please don't tease me, senpai~!"

Looking at Matou Sakura with her cheeks puffed out, glaring at him with a resentful look that seemed both annoyed and embarrassed, Lan Ze couldn't help but feel a little flutter in his heart.

While older men are great, I think I could also be into a "junior" like Sakura who can cry for a long time after just one punch!

Having signed the contract, Mordred felt relieved. She casually sat cross-legged beside Lan Ze, looked at the seemingly delicate girl, and smiled, "We are all sincerely expressing our admiration for you, not making fun of you."

As she spoke, her gaze fell upon a bottle of red wine under the table. Her eyes lit up immediately, and she grabbed the bottle, bringing it close to her nose to sniff. She caught a sweet aroma of wine.

"I didn't expect you to have such fine wine. It's so fragrant and aromatic, truly a wonderful wine!"

Mordred had barely finished speaking when she suddenly noticed Lan Ze looking at her with a puzzled expression.

I almost forgot my Father King was still here; I can't let my good girl image crumble... Mordred casually put the wine back under the table, giving an awkward yet polite smile, "Such good wine shouldn't be left under the table; it would be troublesome if it were accidentally broken."

With that, she handed the red wine to Matou Sakura, saying, "Master, please take this and put it away."

Matou Sakura said "Oh," took the red wine, hesitated for a moment, glanced at Mordred a couple more times, and tentatively asked, "If you want some, I can give it to you, okay?"

"No, no need!" Mordred waved his hand. "I never touch alcohol."

But why do I feel like you're reluctant to part with this bottle of wine...? Matou Sakura looked at Mordred's eyes with a puzzled expression, then glanced at Lan Ze beside her, her eyes showing a slight realization.

She gave a knowing, slight smile, "I understand. I'll put it away then."

Mordred hummed in agreement, watching Matou Sakura's retreating figure as she left with the wine, and sighed inwardly.

At this moment, Lan Ze suddenly spoke up, "Xiao Mo, I want to ask you something."

Mordred suppressed her disappointment, nodded, and changed from a cross-legged to a sitting position, placing her hands on her knees in a well-behaved and sensible manner.

"How did you detect Medea's location?" Lan Ze asked, staring intently at Mordred.

He felt it was too much of a coincidence; Medea had only just arrived at the air-raid shelter when she was surrounded and attacked by several of the Black Faction's Servant.

It was as if they had already guessed that Medea would go to the air-raid shelter.

Logically, the other side shouldn't be able to track their movements.

Mordred shook his head and said, "I don't know either. My original Master told me to go with the others to the vicinity of the air-raid shelter, so I went with them."

She simply wanted to find someone to fight; she didn't care about anything else, nor did she ask how they had found out.

Medea's mind raced slightly, and she suddenly asked, "Master, do you suspect someone is secretly spying on me...?"

Lan Ze shook his head. "Surveillance is unlikely. If someone were spying on this mansion, I couldn't possibly not notice."

"But if they weren't monitoring you... how did the enemy know your whereabouts? How did they manage to intercept you at the air-raid shelter the moment you arrived?" Lan Ze asked.

Medea nodded gently.

This is a bit strange...

Is it just a coincidence?

Assuming the Black Faction didn't go to the bomb shelter for Medea, then the only other possibility is that they went for the Holy Grail from this Singularity.

... But what do they want the Holy Grail for?

Also, how did they discover that the Holy Grail was hidden there?

Could there be Magecraft in the Black Faction who is as skilled as Medea?

With this in mind, Lan Ze began to organize the known information about the Servant in the Black Faction.

Rider Ozymandias, Archer Gilgamesh, Berserker Minamoto no Raikō Jason, Saber Jason, and Lancer Cú Chulainn... If we remove Assassin Mordred and Caster Medea, that makes exactly seven classes.

Gilgamesh is used to slacking off, and he doesn't seem like the type of person who would be interested in the Holy Grail from the Singularity.

Even if he were interested, he wouldn't bother forming a team; he would definitely go alone.

After all, Gilgamesh was such a proud king.

As for the other Servant in the Black Faction... they are very strong, but strong strength does not necessarily mean strong search ability.

No matter how he thought about it, no one on the other side could locate the Holy Grail as quickly as Medea... Lan Ze fell into deep thought.

Mordred and Medea exchanged a glance but did not disturb him.

After a while, Lan Ze stood up from the sofa.

"Keep an eye on Sakura, I'm going to check around the air-raid shelter again."

Matou Sakura's eyes flickered slightly, and she called out softly with some concern, "Senpai..."

Lan Ze chuckled and ruffled her hair, saying, "Don't worry, I just wanted to see if the battle over there was over yet."

"Besides, I have Presence Concealment. As long as I don't make a move, the enemy won't be able to detect me," Lan Ze continued.

With Medea's Reinforcement Magecraft, his Presence Concealment is even higher than that of a normal Assassin. If he wanted to, no one except Gilgamesh could detect his presence.

Even Gilgamesh, if he weren't vigilant about his surroundings, wouldn't have been able to detect his presence.

"Let Master go. The battle there should have ended long ago, so there shouldn't be any danger," Medea reassured him softly.

The Black Faction has suddenly lost two key generals. Unless the Master is a fool, they will definitely order the Servant to withdraw from the battlefield and renegotiate the plan.

Normally, there will be fools among the Master in the Holy Grail War, but among a group of Master, there will always be smart ones who know when to take what action.

Matou Sakura reluctantly nodded, raised her moist eyes, and said softly, "Then please be careful, senpai."

Lan Ze hummed in agreement, then turned to Mordred and said, "Protect Master."

"Leave it to me, Father King!" Mordred declared confidently.

Lan Ze left the courtyard aboard the Heavenly Ark, piloting it into the clouds and flying towards the air-raid shelter.

He was very careful not to reveal his location. After transforming himself into a half-dragon, his body was covered with an indestructible layer of scales, allowing him to look down at the ground from high above.

There wasn't a single person in sight.

Inside the air-raid shelter, the buildings had all suffered some damage from the aftermath of the previous Servant battle. Just moments ago, the place was bustling with activity, but now both sides seemed to have left, and not a single person could be seen.

The Black Faction suffered heavy losses in this battle, not only failing to find the Caster but also losing an Assassin.

In reality, the Black Faction can be considered the unluckiest, even though their combat strength is no less than that of the Red Faction.

Two days later, two Servant defected to the enemy...

All I can say is that they weren't very lucky.

"Since everyone's gone, let's go down and take a look now..."

With this in mind, Lan Ze slightly raised his hand and controlled the Heavenly Ark to slowly descend from the high sky.

With his eyes slightly closed, in that instant, everything around him seemed to transform into images and be absorbed into Lan Ze's mind.

He was sensing the magical fluctuations around him.

"Strange, I can't sense the Holy Grail that Medea mentioned at all... Is my investigative ability just too poor?"

"Or... did someone beat them to it and take the Holy Grail away?"

Lan Ze slowly opened his eyes and looked around the abandoned air-raid shelter.

The rain fell silently, and under the cover of night, the entire air-raid shelter looked eerie. The only sounds were the howling of the cold wind and the patter of the rain.

Lan Ze suddenly felt a strange feeling that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

No matter how you look at it, it's impossible for the Black Faction to have secured the Holy Grail's location so quickly.

But now, the location of the Holy Grail is completely undetectable.

"I should have brought Medea along... No, her magic hasn't returned yet, so bringing her is pointless."

Lan Ze thought of this, a golden light quietly appeared behind him, and a Heavenly Ark came to rest at his feet.

If we can't find her, then so be it. We'll just have to wait until Medea's magical power recovers to a certain level tonight before bringing her over to take a look.

These things can't be rushed; they have to be done step by step.

Besides, retrieving the Holy Grail wasn't his responsibility. He'd help if he could, and if not, the Chaldea people would come and retrieve it themselves.

Lan Ze boarded the Heavenly Ark and quietly flew away from the air-raid shelter.

Jeanne d'Arc slightly raised her head, gazing towards a certain direction on the horizon.

The rain soaked the sky and also wet her clothes.

"Is the battle finally over?" Jeanne d'Arc murmured to herself, a slow, relieved sigh escaping her lips.

She had been secretly monitoring the battle near the air-raid shelter, and she would intervene if the fighting escalated to the point where it could destroy the city.

In reality, Holy Grail War under normal circumstances would not involve such an exaggerated battle, but this Holy Grail Grand War clearly cannot be judged by common sense.

It's already a 7v7 Servant battle, and two more of the Golden Trio have arrived, plus the presence of gods. Although the gods' Spirit Origin are controlled to the appropriate size for their Servant, many of those people possess incredibly terrifying Noble Phantasm, and one wrong move could severely damage the city.

If it really escalates to that point, they'll have to cover it up with the excuse of a "gas leak."

However, the cleanup of the mess is handled by the Three Founding Families and the Holy Church; her duty is to prevent such things from happening in the first place.

"Let's go back to the inn first..." Jeanne d'Arc murmured to herself, then turned and walked down the street, intending to leave.

However, after taking only two steps forward, she suddenly stopped, without turning around, and calmly said, "Caster, what are you doing sneaking behind me?"

The streets were silent, with raindrops falling erratically in the cold wind.

Lan Ze's figure seemed to appear silently on the cold wind. He raised his hand in greeting, "I was just about to head back when I saw you here, so I came to check on you. Are you still looking for a place to stay?"

Jeanne d'Arc turned back to look at the black-robed Servant behind her. Her gaze lingered on the young man's gentle smile for a moment before she turned away and said calmly, "I've already found a place to stay. I was just secretly monitoring you to ensure you wouldn't disrupt the peace of this city."

"Oh, I see... I thought you hadn't found a hotel yet." Lan Ze smiled.

"Don't talk as if I have no ability to live a normal life!" Jeanne d'Arc said unhappily, turning to stare at the black-robed youth in front of her.