Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking

Lan Ze raised his hand, and the golden gate behind him bloomed instantly like a peacock spreading its tail feathers. Several Noble Phantasm were unleashed, hurtling towards the deep street ahead.

But such an attack had absolutely no effect, because there wasn't a single person in front of him.

At that moment, a gigantic figure burst forth from the darkness, its wings flapping. It seemed as if it were covered by some kind of Magecraft, obscuring its form. With its appearance, an unprecedented, overwhelming chill swept over us.

Lan Ze showed no fear and retrieved the Holy Lance from the golden gate behind him.

The Holy Lance unleashed the limits of Servant could achieve in an instant, its magical power exploding forth.

But the mysterious Heroic Spirit showed no fear whatsoever, and instead raised its hand and pressed it against the tip of the Holy Lance.

The Holy Lance shone brightly, but the magic cannon did not fire; instead, it was swallowed by darkness in an instant.

Strange, why is the Holy Lance so weak?

Lan Ze was startled. He suppressed the dizziness in his head and kept his eyes fixed on the mysterious heroic Heroic Spirit that had retreated back into the darkness.

Even if he is Servant, the power of his Noble Phantasm is limited, and a normal Servant would not be able to take his Noble Phantasm head-on.

No... it's not that the opponent is too strong, it's that my Spirit Origin is shrinking!

Lan Ze suddenly realized that his Spirit Origin was slowly shrinking, which was the real reason why the power of his Holy Lance was weakening!

"Who are you?!" Lan Ze stared at the creature hidden in the shadows, suppressing the dizziness, and asked in a low voice, but his body swayed involuntarily.

The man didn't speak, but was about to take a step forward.

"This ends here, unknown heroic Heroic Spirit!"

Just then, a righteous voice suddenly came from behind. The mysterious heroic Heroic Spirit paused slightly as it took a step forward. The Arbiter, holding the flag spear, rushed over from a distance and stood in front of Lan Ze.

Her gaze was sharp as she stared at the mysterious heroic Heroic Spirit ahead.

Although she couldn't see the other person's face clearly, she could still vaguely sense a sinister aura emanating from them.

The mysterious Heroic Spirit did not take another step forward, staring at Jeanne d'Arc, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

Finally, he turned and quietly left.

Jeanne d'Arc's Noble Phantasm, "Crimson Lotus Saintess," would annihilate all existence at the cost of her life. She couldn't be sure whether her opponent would use this dangerous Noble Phantasm when facing her, so she decided to play it safe.

Anyway, that's enough for now. It reduces the Red Faction's caster's combat power, making it much easier to move around later.

After watching the mysterious Heroic Spirit disappear, Jeanne d'Arc finally looked away.

Then, with a somewhat lecturing tone, she said, "So you didn't hear a thing I said? Didn't I say that besides the fifteen Servant of the Holy Grail Grand War, there might be other mysterious Heroic Spirit?"

Are you completely ignoring what I said?

As she spoke, she turned to look at the black-robed servant behind Servant, but her voice suddenly faded away as she gazed at the Servant had collapsed on the street at some unknown time.

For some reason, the black robe that had originally fit him perfectly now looked somewhat loose.

Jeanne d'Arc paused slightly, then slowly stepped forward, lifted his hood, and revealed a slightly immature face; the boy had grown into a young man.

Jeanne d'Arc's gaze lingered for a moment, glancing at the unconscious Lan Ze before looking up at the mysterious heroic Heroic Spirit that had long since vanished into the street.

Was it the work of that mysterious Heroic Spirit...?

It can actually shrink the Servant's Spirit Origin...?

No, this is less like shrinking and more like sealing?

After a brief moment of thought, Jeanne d'Arc's gaze returned to the young face that was still unconscious.

Should we send him back to the Tohsaka Family first...?

Jeanne d'Arc's eyes flickered slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she bent down slightly, picked up Lan Ze, and walked towards the inn where she was staying.

In the dead of night, with a light drizzle falling, Jeanne d'Arc led Lan Ze back to the inn.

The innkeeper was a widow dressed in a black mourning dress. When she saw the Saintess, her gaze quickly lingered on the seemingly unconscious boy for a moment, and a strange look appeared in her eyes.

"This is a friend's child. He got lost, so he's staying here for the night," Jeanne d'Arc explained with a smile.

The proprietress paused slightly, then nodded and smiled, "Hmm... I see, I understand."

After saying that, he muttered something like, "Young people these days are getting weirder and weirder," and turned to walk away.

The sound of wooden clogs clattered in the rain.

"Strangeness...?"

Jeanne d'Arc seemed not to understand, and tilted her head slightly.

Only after the proprietress left did her pupils slowly widen, and her cheeks suddenly flushed.

What were they thinking? I only brought him back as a friend.

After all, his current state is far too dangerous; it's unclear whether that mysterious heroic Heroic Spirit has actually left.

Jeanne d'Arc took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

After calming down her initial restlessness, she walked down the corridor into her room.

A candle was lit in the room.

Rain pattered against the windowpane. After placing him on the bed, Jeanne d'Arc glanced back at him a few times, and only after confirming that he was still unconscious did she look away.

Then, the soft sound of clothes rubbing against skin came from the room. After changing into her pajamas, she turned and went to the bedside, gently tucking him in, and gazing at the sleeping child's face through the warm candlelight.

Her short, soft, jet-black hair gently fell across her forehead, and the candlelight illuminated her slightly youthful face, making her appear to be sleeping soundly and peacefully.

He seemed quite "outgoing" not long ago, but now that he's asleep, he gives off a peaceful, sleeping beauty vibe.

"Shall we sleep together tonight?" A voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

It's Laeticia's voice.

Jeanne d'Arc gently shook her head and whispered, "No need, let him have this bed. I don't need to rest tonight."

She has never had any contact with men... to be precise, she has never had any intimate contact with men.

Ultimately, the concept of "love" did not exist for Saintess Jeanne d'Arc.

Or perhaps... she can control her emotions.

"Isn't rest still necessary?"

At that moment, Laeticia's voice echoed in his mind again, "You are not a complete Heroic Spirit now; you still need normal sleep and food."

"And do you really think this child would do anything to you?"

Jeanne d'Arc remained silent, but her gaze unconsciously drifted to the boy who was still fast asleep.

Laeticia suddenly chuckled softly and said gently, "Rather than that, we're the ones who seem like kidnappers."

On a rainy night, the older sister went out and carried an unconscious boy back to her temporary inn. The space was extremely small, with only one room and one bed.

Just thinking about it made Laeticia's heart flutter... and she felt a thrill that was hard to describe.

Unlike Jeanne d'Arc of Arc, she was a romantic at heart. Although she wasn't well-read, she longed for a beautiful romance.

However... it seems a bit inappropriate to target a boy like that...?

If she had to choose, she still preferred Lan Ze when her Spirit Origin was restored.

"What kidnapper? I was just trying to protect him." Jeanne d'Arc frowned slightly and explained in a low voice.

Then, her gaze returned to the boy who was still fast asleep.

Sleeping with Servant... that shouldn't be a problem, right?

Anyway, no one's going to notice, right?

For some reason, Jeanne d'Arc of Arc felt a strange sense of guilt, as if she had done something wrong.

She gently shook her head, dispelling the jumbled thoughts in her mind. Her long golden hair cascaded down her back, revealing her perfect figure beneath her robe. She tiptoed and slipped into bed.

The bed seemed rather cramped; when Jeanne d'Arc crawled into bed, there was no room left even to turn over.

"What are you planning to do next?" Laeticia suddenly asked.

Jeanne d'Arc gazed at the still -Jeanne d'Arc sleeping face, pondered for a moment, and then said softly, "I'll send him back first thing tomorrow morning, and then we'll see what the Master of the Red Faction think."

This attack was an accident, because the mysterious Heroic Spirit clearly did not belong to any of the Holy Grail Grand War.

If this were an attack by Servant the Black Faction, she would absolutely not intervene.

But this attack is a special case, and she cannot ignore it.

If the Red Faction Master intends to change Servant, she will turn a blind eye to it.

After all, the current Caster's combat power is not as strong as before. If it were a normal Master, they would most likely choose to change their Servant and break their contract with the current Caster.

However, this would cause the caster to disappear...

However, what happened afterward had nothing to do with her.

After sending him back, the rest is no longer within the referee's jurisdiction.

Jeanne d'Arc thought of this, and slowly closed her eyes, about to rest.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of eyes open silently and looking at her with a puzzled expression.

This guy's physique is just too good; he woke up so quickly!

Jeanne d'Arc's eyes flickered slightly as she met Lan Ze's gaze, but she remained silent.

After their eyes met for a moment, Lan Ze suddenly asked, "Sister, where is this?"

Jeanne d'Arc paused slightly, looked at the boy in front of her a few more times, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "What did you call me?"

Elder sister...?

Lan Ze didn't address her again, then lifted his eyelids through Jeanne d'Arc's chest to look around the room and said, "Is this the inn you're staying at?"

Upon seeing this, Jeanne d'Arc felt inexplicably disappointed.

She wasn't prepared when someone called her "sister," and now that she's ready to hear it again, the other person refuses to say it.

But she skillfully composed herself, offering a gentle smile as she was about to speak.

At that moment, Laeticia suddenly asked, "What did you just call me?"

"If you don't tell me, I'll throw you out tonight."

Jeanne d'Arc's voice faltered for a moment, then, inwardly she cried out angrily, "Laeticia!"

Her gaze quickly returned to Lan Ze.

For some reason, she felt a faint sense of anticipation.

Lord, please forgive me... I will truly repent for my actions next time.

Jeanne d'Arc silently repented, but her gaze remained fixed on young Lan Ze's eyes, a hint of expectation in them, as she softly asked, "What did you just call me?"

This time it was she who made the inquiry, not Laeticia.

Despite being stared at like that, young Lan Ze felt no embarrassment whatsoever, and asked in confusion, "Sister?"

This address filled Jeanne d'Arc with immense satisfaction, causing her beautiful eyes to narrow slightly.

She pursed her moist lips, then quickly smiled her usual gentle smile again. She gently pulled the back of his head, letting his face rest against her chest, and said softly, her voice tinged with joy:

"Don't worry about that now, just go to sleep. I'll protect you until dawn."

In the dimly lit Japanese-style room, Minamoto no Raikō sat on the cool tatami mats, quietly wiping the katana in his hand.

Suddenly, the door to the Japanese-style room was opened, and a man walked in with his hands behind his back.

He stood in the shadows, making it impossible to see his face.

"Master, is there anything you need?" Minamoto no Raikō slightly raised his eyelids, his tone gentle and respectful.

"The Red Faction's Caster is in terrible shape right now. Let's take this opportunity tonight and finish him off, Berserker."

"Extremely poor condition?" Minamoto no Raikō repeated.