Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking

After a moment's hesitation, she suddenly asked, "Are you looking for the Holy Grail in this Singularity?"

Lan Ze nodded.

Jeanne d'Arc rested her hand on her snow-white chin, pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "If you don't mind, come back to the inn with me first. I happen to have some news I want to tell you."

She wasn't just wandering around aimlessly all day; she was gathering intelligence.

Lan Ze wanted to reclaim the Holy Grail, and she shared the same idea.

After all, saving Humanity's Order is not a matter for him alone.

Lan Ze's eyes flickered slightly, then he nodded and smiled, "Okay, then let's go sit at your place for a while."

Inside the Black Faction's mansion.

Rider's Master stood before the gate, gazing at Cú Chulainn as he entered the mansion.

"The mission failed?" the man asked, staring intently at Cú Chulainn.

"The other side seems to have realized this and sent a force no weaker than ours, preventing us from taking the Black Caster," Cú Chulainn said.

"We finally got information about Caster's whereabouts after a lot of trouble. Did they already know when you arrived?" Rider's Master's voice rose a few decibels, his face full of anger.

"We had already captured him, but the enemy's Caster abducted the Black Caster along the way," Cú Chulainn said.

"Midway? You mean you had already captured Caster, but she got away again? What are you doing? The enemy is Caster, can't he stealthily? How could a Caster secretly kidnap the Black Caster?!" The Rider's Master's face turned red with anger.

"He can indeed stealth." Cú Chulainn nodded silently.

No one noticed when Lan Ze approached, which means he must have used some kind of Magecraft to hide himself in the darkness.

"You couldn't detect it? Did he somehow Presence Concealment from A?!" The rdier's Master was furious.

"Based on the assessment, his Presence Concealment should be rated A+," Cú Chulainn said again.

A+ in Presence Concealment?

The rdier's Master was stunned.

Is this really a caster, and not an assassin?

Looking at the man who had suddenly fallen silent, Cú Chulainn sighed inwardly.

He felt that he wasn't very lucky.

Under normal circumstances, he could fight any Heroic Spirit without mercy.

But he was facing his own teacher.

The teacher who knew his martial arts skills inside and out.

Tonight, Scathach even pointed fingers at him while fighting him, criticizing his gun-raising technique, footwork, and even various issues with his concentration.

Even though he knew the other person might genuinely just be giving him pointers, this was still incredibly humiliating!

The feeling of being beaten and having no recourse but to rage helplessly frustrated Cú Chulainn so much that he now wanted to smash the head of the man in front of him with a single shot.

"Well, since that's the case, we'll just have to think about it carefully." Rider's Master finally sighed.

Although it's a bit of a shame, they have two exceptionally powerful Servant and several other strong Servant. Even without one Caster, he's still very confident in this Holy Grail Grand War.

After giving himself a mental pep talk, he casually asked, "By the way, where's the others?"

Cú Chulainn said, "Saber was slightly injured and is currently receiving treatment. Archer seems to have had a great time fighting today and is now drinking with the Sun King in the backyard. Berserker is sharpening his sword."

Why do I get the feeling that none of these people are interested in the Holy Grail...?

How could those two arrogant kings actually be chatting and even drinking in the courtyard?

Rider's Master felt a pang of frustration, realizing he was the clown himself, and waved his hand, saying, "You can go back now."

Cú Chulainn turned to leave.

At that moment, Rider's Master suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, where's Assassin?"

"They ran away," Cú Chulainn said calmly.

"?"

The rdier's Master was stunned. "Where did you go?"

"The Red Faction team ran away with Caster," Cú Chulainn said, spreading his hands in consolation.

"One of them is Betrayal Witch, and the other is Rebellious Knight. It's normal for them to betray each other. Just accept it."

Noticing that the man behind him seemed to be breathing heavily with anger, Cú Chulainn simply put his hands behind his head and turned to leave.

"King of Gold, even with your power, you have failed tonight?"

In the courtyard, Ozymandias sat cross-legged on the grass, holding a glass of fragrant wine in his hand.

This is the wine that Gilgamesh took from the Gate of Babylon. Although the two kings were arrogant, they got along quite well. Neither of them seemed to care about not bringing back Caster. Instead, they sat down cross-legged and had a long chat, showing a sense of mutual respect between heroes.

"A failure?" Gilgamesh sneered. "Did I ever promise to bring Caster back?"

Gilgamesh was arrogant by nature, and from the beginning he only wanted to fight people; nothing else mattered to him.

Ozymandias, unperturbed, toyed with the wine glass in his hand and suddenly asked, "Golden King, have you ever heard of Merlin?"

Gilgamesh slightly taken aback. "Merlin?"

Ozymandias nodded solemnly. "The Court Mage of Britain, that is, the caster of the Red Faction."

I am somewhat interested in him.

The Red Faction's Caster made two moves, taking away two Servant the Black Faction. Ozymandias even began to wonder if someone would defect to the Red Faction again if the other side made another move.

Caster, is he referring to Lan Ze...? Gilgamesh thought to himself, a faint smile appearing in his red eyes.

"I summoned him," Gilgamesh said.

Ozymandias became somewhat interested and asked, "You say Merlin, just what kind of being is he?"

Gilgamesh finished his drink, poured himself another, and after a moment of silence, said, "He's a tough guy to deal with."

"If we weren't on opposing sides, I would probably invite him to join me for a drink."

"It seems you have a good relationship with him?" Ozymandias raised an eyebrow, understanding the implication in those words.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "If you wish to invite me, then so be it. I do not believe you would care whether our camps are hostile or not."

Given Gilgamesh's proud and aloof personality, he does whatever he pleases; how could he possibly be bound by the "enemy camp"?

Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow, looking at the King of the Sun, a faint smile appearing in his eyes for the first time, "You seem to know me quite well."

Although the two had only exchanged words tonight, they felt as if they had known each other for a long time.

"If it's not because of different factions, then what is it?" Ozymandias asked.

Gilgamesh toyed with the wine glass in his hand, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Now is not the time to relax."

"Because of the Holy Grail Grand War?"

Gilgamesh shook his head. "If you truly believe that I care about a Holy Grail, then you have truly disappointed me, King of the Sun."

Ozymandias paused for a moment, then burst into a maniacal laugh, "I never expected you to still care about Humanity's Order. That truly surprises me."

"Is it for the Holy Grail in that Singularity?"

"This is also something that must be done to bring a complete end to Uruk, where I once served." Gilgamesh calmly raised his wine glass.

The Sun King and the Golden King clinked their cups together, and instead of speaking, they silently drank their wine.

In the hotel.

Lan Ze followed Jeanne d'Arc into a slightly cramped room. The Saintess lit the candles on the table, and the warm light enveloped the entire room.

She sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the black-robed youth in front of her, and said:

"Sorry, the place is a bit small, please make do."

Lan Ze looked around, then nodded slightly. "It is indeed a bit small."

Jeanne d'Arc: "..."

She glanced at Lan Ze sideways, giving him a look that said, "If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all."

Jeanne d'Arc coughed lightly, composed herself, and reminded herself that she should maintain the dignity and composure befitting a judge.

After a brief hesitation, she finally regained the composure befitting Saintess and said solemnly, "Let's leave the matter of the room for now. I came to see you because I have other things to discuss."

Lan Ze remained silent, simply gazing at Jeanne d'Arc, awaiting further instructions.

"Shortly after leaving the inn this evening, I sensed the presence of other Servant," Jeanne d'Arc said gravely.

Lan Ze was slightly taken aback. "Is there anything strange about that?"

This is the Holy Grail War; isn't it normal to have Servant?

"The other party does not belong to any of the seven major classes," Jeanne d'Arc continued.

Lan Ze frowned slightly. "Let me confirm first, there are only fourteen Servant in the Holy Grail Grand War, right?"

Jeanne d'Arc nodded. "I can assure you of that; there are indeed only fourteen Servant."

"Then why--"

Lan Ze was about to ask further questions.

At this moment, his voice suddenly paused slightly, as if he had thought of something.

The rain pattered against the windowpanes at night, and the candlelight in the hotel flickered gently in the wind, as if it might go out at any moment.

"Heroic Spirit other than those from the Holy Grail Grand War?" After a long silence, Lan Ze asked in a low voice.

The Greater Grail can Servant a total of fourteen Servants, or fifteen if Jeanne d'Arc is included.

But what about the other Holy Grail?

In the last Holy Grail War, the Holy Grail summoned Black Jeanne d'Arc, with two Jeanne d'Arc residing in one body. However, when facing Mother of All, the disparity in their strength was too great, Black Jeanne d'Arc Alter didn't make any waves at all.

"So you're reminding me to be careful?" Lan Ze suddenly asked.

Jeanne d'Arc's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glared at him displeasedly, saying, "It's just for the sake of Humanity's Order."

After she finished speaking, she paused for a moment, then continued, "How is Karen doing now?"

Lan Ze nodded and smiled, "That's good. The Holy Church hasn't discovered her special constitution, and she seems to have been attending school normally all these years."

Jeanne d'Arc's expression softened, and she said softly, "That's good then."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Lan Ze got up and left the hotel.

"By the way, your actions this time do not comply with the rules of the Holy Grail War."

Jeanne d'Arc stared at Lan Ze's retreating figure and suddenly said, "The Black Faction has two Servant with you right now, right?"

Lan Ze stopped, turned around, and said innocently, "But they defected to the enemy willingly, so you could consider that part of the tactics, right?"

"I didn't tamper with the Holy Grail; they simply chose the Red Faction themselves."

Jeanne d'Arc frowned slightly as she stared at the black-robed Servant. After a long while, her brows gradually relaxed.

Thinking about it carefully, Lan Ze's words make sense.

The Black Faction's Servant defected to the Red Faction, something unheard of before... or rather, even for her, this was the first time she had ever seen a Servant openly defect to the enemy camp.

"Then I'll head back now, Miss Jeanne d'Arc," Lan Ze said with a smile.

He turned and left the secluded street.

In the deep of night, the raindrops could be clearly seen falling under the streetlights. Lan Ze felt the cool touch on his cheek, raised his hand slightly, and the Heavenly Ark behind him flew out of the Golden Gate and hovered in front of him.

Just as he was about to board the Heavenly Ark, he suddenly felt a chilling coldness creeping up from behind.

It felt as if countless snakes were crawling across his body; goosebumps rose on Lan Ze's skin. He abruptly turned his head and exclaimed, "Who's there?!"

He had barely finished speaking when he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.