Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking

At that moment, Matou Sakura suddenly whispered, "Could I try using Command Spells to summon Caster back to my side?"

The hall fell silent for a moment, and everyone's gazes instinctively turned to Matou Sakura.

Tohsaka Rin broke the silence, exclaiming in surprise, "Speaking of which, the Master's Command Spells have the power to instantly teleport Servant back to their side... Why didn't I think of that before?!"

Illya's eyes also brightened slightly as she stared at Matou Sakura: "Sakura, why don't you try it now?"

Matou Sakura nodded slightly, slowly raised her hand, and a single stroke of the Command Spells on the back of her hand quietly disappeared.

At the same time, she muttered something under her breath.

In that instant, a red light shone on the back of his hand, and the mysterious power of the Command Spells was activated.

Jeanne d'Arc slowly opened her eyes.

The room was quiet, while outside, the cold wind, mixed with rain, lashed against the glass windows.

She turned her head slightly and looked at the boy beside her.

He looked to be sleeping soundly, with a gentle expression. However, because the bed was too small, his cheeks were pressed tightly against two soft mounds, barely able to breathe, making it seem as if he was having some difficulty breathing.

"This child is so different when he was little and when he grew up..." Jeanne d'Arc gently ruffled his hair, thinking to herself.

"This child seemed very well-behaved when he was little, but he's completely different now that he's grown up," Laeticia suddenly thought to herself.

"People always change, that's normal," Jeanne d'Arc of Arc murmured to herself as she gently smoothed his hair with her fingers.

She gazed at the boy's face, feeling a mix of emotions.

She had just suddenly wondered if, after sending Lan Ze back tomorrow, the Red Faction would choose to abandon him and summon a new Red Caster?

If the Red Faction makes this choice, then the caster will disappear.

"Are we really going to send him back tomorrow?" Laeticia suddenly asked.

Jeanne d'Arc snapped out of her reverie, gazed at the boy's face, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded gently. "That's only natural. He's the Red Faction's caster, so naturally he should be handled by the Red Faction Team."

"But keeping them around is fine, right?" Laeticia suggested. "Think about it, even if the Red Faction loses Caster, they still have eight Servant. Isn't that unfair to the Black Faction?"

"Instead of sending Caster back to the Red Faction Team, let Matou Sakura sign a contract with Medea."

Jeanne d'Arc shook her head. "Even so, I can't protect him forever, can I?"

She paused, looked at the sleeping child, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Isn't it a bit much to have the referee protect a Servant all the time?"

There was silence from Laeticia.

She decided to let Jeanne d'Arc decide for herself.

Jeanne d'Arc gazed at the sleeping boy, lost in thought for a long time.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that the child in her arms seemed to be slightly unreal, and the warm breath from before was gradually fading away.

Jeanne d'Arc paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what she meant, her expression changing slightly. "Command Spells?!"

Matou Sakura used Command Spells?!

By the time Jeanne d'Arc realized what had happened, the boy she had just been holding had already vanished into the inn, dissipating into golden particles.

Jeanne d'Arc lay on her side on the bed, motionless for a long time.

I wonder how Matou Sakura will react to seeing her Servant in this state?

Would you like to replace the Servant... or try to restore him?

Jeanne d'Arc turned to look at the rain outside the window, her fingers gently tracing the Command Spells on her back, lost in a dilemma.

In the lobby.

Tohsaka Rin gazed at her younger sister until she noticed the missing Command Spells on the back of her hand, then she spoke:

"Sakura, how are you?"

The others also looked over at the same time.

Matou Sakura slowly opened her eyes and gently shook her head. "The Command Spells's effect has indeed been activated."

"However, I'm not sure if Caster will be able to come back."

Everyone fell silent.

If even Command Spells can't bring Caster back, then things are getting a bit tricky.

The silence didn't last long, because less than ten seconds later, a faint light suddenly appeared in the hall.

A familiar aura filled the hall. Scathach was the first to react, whispering, "The Command Spells has taken effect."

Almost instantly, everyone's eyes turned in that direction.

The faint light gradually brightened until finally, a familiar magic quietly spread throughout the room.

"Senpai is back!" Matou Sakura clutched her chest, her face beaming with joy.

Tohsaka Rin also showed a look of joy, staring intently at the light.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, as the light faded, a boy who was still fast asleep appeared in everyone's sight.

A deathly silence fell over the hall.

A look of astonishment mixed with surprise appeared on everyone's face.

"Is this my older brother?" Illya looked at the boy who seemed to still be asleep, her face showing surprise at first, and then a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes.

"How could it have turned out like this...?" Karen's eyes flickered slightly as she murmured.

Scathach raised an eyebrow slightly and said softly, "No wonder I couldn't detect his location. When Spirit Origin shrinks to this extent, it's indeed difficult to detect."

"It seems Master has been attacked..." Medea murmured to herself, her beautiful eyes, hidden under her hood, fixed on the sleeping Master, her usually calm heart suddenly stirred with ripples.

"Able to shrink the Spirit Origin of others... Do such Heroic Spirit really exist?" Artoria frowned slightly and said softly.

Her gaze was fixed intently on Lan Ze, a hint of expectation shining in her emerald eyes.

Looking at the sleeping child, the thoughts of the people in the hall gradually began to stir.

Mordred was the most naive of them all. While curiously observing her Father King, she walked up to him, squatted down, and tried to poke his face with her finger, but was instead grabbed by the back of her collar and thrown aside by Artoria behind her.

"Mother, what are you doing?!" Mordred looked up and glared angrily.

"Don't disturb his rest," Artoria said calmly.

"But how can we help Father King restore his Spirit Origin without first observing his current physical condition?" Mordred asked, puzzled.

"These things can't be rushed; we have to proceed step by step," Scathach chimed in. "What can you possibly observe just from the surface?"

"We should wait for him to wake up first, and then ask him what happened."

"I thought you were planning to switch to a Servant ... after all, that would be more efficient," Ishtar said casually.

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze for a moment.

Upon hearing this, Illya's eyes lit up slightly, and she said, "My Magic Circuit are rather unique, so I can accept having one more Servant. If Sakura wants to change her Servant, she can transfer her older brother's contract to me."

As she said this, her expectant eyes looked at Matou Sakura.

The implication is roughly: If you don't want it, I'll take it.

"No, no need, this is even better... this is fine!" Matou Sakura quickly replied.

Seemingly realizing that her reaction was a bit too "surprised," Matou Sakura coughed lightly, maintaining her usual composure, raised her eyes, and said softly, "Senpai helped me a lot before, so this time it's my turn to help him."

"Although I don't know exactly what happened to him, I will try my best to help him recover."

As she spoke, she glanced at everyone and continued, "After he wakes up, I will ask him what exactly happened. It's already very late, everyone should go and get some rest."

There were still plenty of rooms in the mansion, enough for everyone to settle in and rest.

"And what about Father King?" Mordred hesitated for a moment, then glanced at his Master a couple more times.

Matou Sakura tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and said softly, "I'll take care of you for now, Senpai."

Karen frowned slightly, clearly unwilling. She looked up at Matou Sakura, who was usually gentle and weak but now had an unwavering attitude, and said, "If Sakura finds it troublesome, I can take care of him tonight."

"Master, you are still in a human body, you need to rest." Artoria looked at Karen with concern and said, "Besides, since he was attacked tonight, there's no guarantee that the enemy might still be lurking somewhere. I'll protect him tonight, Sakura should also get some rest."

Ishtar frowned slightly, glanced around at everyone, and said, "This fellow is my Divine Messenger, and I have a responsibility to protect his safety."

As she finished speaking, a pair of bright eyes stared intently at the still-sleeping boy.

Scathach glanced at young Lan Ze, raised an eyebrow, and smiled, "I can detect if any enemies have infiltrated the mansion. If you don't mind, I can protect this child."

No one responded to Scathach's words.

At this moment, Artoria looked at her daughter, her eyes softening, and said, "Little Mordred, you are Lan Ze's daughter, and you know your Father King well enough. Who do you think would be best to take care of him?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes turned to Mordred.

The fearless Mordred suddenly felt a pressure creeping over her, causing her to subconsciously swallow.

The tuft of hair on her head stood up like an antenna, as if her body was sounding an alarm.

For some reason, she had a feeling.

A feeling that if one answers carelessly, there will be no way out.

At that moment, Mordred suddenly wondered how the others would react if he immediately picked up his Father King and sprinted a hundred meters without saying a word.

... This kind of rebellion is what makes the title of "Rebellious Knight" fit!

However... despite the thought, Mordred's survival instincts prevented her from acting on it.

She couldn't imagine what the consequences of doing so would be.

The Rebellious Knight ultimately chickened out.

After a long silence, Mordred seemed to have made up his mind, and raised his head to speak.

At that moment, Matou Sakura raised her head, a gentle smile appearing on her delicate face, and said in a soft, pleasant voice, "Senpai, please leave her to me."

"And with Caster and Assassin around, there won't be any problems tonight," she continued.

"After all, I am your Master... I won't find it troublesome to take care of someone like this."

As the Master of the Caster, she naturally has the most right to decide whether her Servant stays or goes. She has already said so much, so no one else can say anything more.

Seeing that no one objected, Matou Sakura walked up to young Lan Ze.

She bent down slightly, picked him up, and carried him into her room.

Matou Sakura placed Lan Ze on the bed, covered him with the blanket, turned off the light, and was about to lie down.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, she turned to look beside her and whispered, "Assassin, you wait outside. I'll call you if anything happens."

Mordred then came into view within the room.

Mordred scratched his face slightly, a little embarrassed, and chuckled, "Master, how did you find out about me?"

She had concealed her presence so well, yet she was still detected?

"I have that much detection ability." Matou Sakura's voice was gentle. She raised her eyelids to look at Mordred's side and said softly, "Medea, you can stay outside and keep watch. I'll be fine here."

As the sound faded, Medea, dressed in a tight-fitting mage's robe that accentuated her alluring figure, came into view in the room.

Although she had been discovered by her Master, Medea showed no embarrassment whatsoever. She simply said earnestly, "Sakura, can I check on Master first? I want to check on his current physical condition."

Looking into Medea's sincere eyes, Matou Sakura finally nodded silently.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Caster."

Medea smiled slightly, walked to the bedside, and then raised her finger.

A spark flickered from her fingertips, illuminating the sleeping boy in her field of vision.

With soft, short hair, two or three tufts sticking up on its head, and an adorable face, it looks like it's sleeping soundly. Judging from its appearance, it really does look like Lan Ze when he was a child.

Is this what Master looked like when he was a child...?

Her demeanor seems somewhat different from her master after she grew up... The current master is much cuter...

Medea's gaze froze slightly, a strange light flickering in her eyes.