Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking

Minamoto no Raikō frowned slightly, about to speak.

Suddenly, Ishtar placed a hand on Lan Ze's shoulder, revealing a charming, faint smile, "Your Master will transform from a man who used you as a familiar and didn't even care about your life into this child, won't he?"

Young Lan Ze was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to speak, but Ishtar gently covered his mouth and gave him a look.

Minamoto no Raikō's thoughts of decisively refusing him suddenly paused. She looked at the boy in front of her and fell into deep thought for a long time.

On the other side.

Tiamat sat on the edge of the bed, her pupils unfocused, staring blankly at the image on the screen, the meat bun in her hand already cold.

Looking at Minamoto no Raikō, who exuded a similar "motherly" aura to herself, and Ishtar, who was smilingly using her child to lure other Servant, Tiamat fell into a long silence.

Irisviel glanced at Tiamat, who seemed to be petrified, then looked up at the image on the screen with concern.

Even after Lan Ze was attacked, she was only a little worried, but not too anxious, because she knew that Lan Ze's life was not in danger.

But now she's a little worried.

It's not that I'm worried about Lan Ze's safety... but rather about Ishtar's safety.

Minamoto no Raikō looked at the boy in front of him, and at the Goddess of Heaven. He couldn't help but feel conflicted.

To be honest, Ishtar's invitation was really tempting.

After all, one is a cold and ruthless Magecraft, and the other is such an adorable and obedient little Master... Just imagining how wonderful it would be if one's Master were this child.

Minamoto no Raikō narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing at the handsome young man in front of him, a small, beautiful scene unfolding in his mind.

While carrying out missions, she braved countless obstacles at the front lines. When she returned home late at night or even in the early hours of the morning, she would go to the bathroom to get hot water, then give her little Master a lap pillow, fully demonstrating her tenderness as a "mother"...

Perhaps at this moment the other person will turn their face away a little embarrassed, and as the 'elder,' you can guide this Master with a gentle smile and actions, helping him to become a truly mature adult.

Hmm... maturity in every sense of the word.

Just thinking about it made Minamoto no Raikō somewhat tempted.

But she still hesitated, staring at Ishtar's smiling face, her expression remaining calm as she gazed into the eyes of the Goddess of Heaven, and asked, "Why would you want to invite me?"

The Red Faction already has the advantage, and signing a contract with her would only cause the magic power to be shared, which might not be beneficial to the Red Faction Team.

Assuming a Servant initially possesses 100% magical power, if the Master contracts another Servant, both Servant will only possess 50% magical power each. If there's a third Servant, the total magical power will drop to 33%.

In the Holy Grail War, it's not Servant having more Master; the most important thing is quality.

"It's simple, I want to get some intelligence," Ishtar laughed, "So I need your help."

"In exchange, my Divine Messenger will become your Master," Ishtar continued. "I can see that you seem much gentler towards him... You like children?"

Minamoto no Raikō smiled but remained silent.

After a long silence, she spoke again, "If you're trying to extract information about the Black Faction's Servant from me, you're overthinking it."

Although she intended to commit suicide, she had no intention of betraying her teammates' information.

Ishtar laughed, "I have no interest in knowing anything about the Black Faction's Servant. To be honest, I have absolutely no interest in the Holy Grail War. I only accepted the summons to pass the time."

She paused, then continued, "I only want to know one thing."

Noticing that Minamoto no Raikō's gaze was fixed on her, Ishtar said, enunciating each word clearly, "Besides the seven Servant, are there any other Heroic Spirit in the Black Faction?"

Yes, that's what Ishtar really cares about.

The Black Faction clearly knew that Lan Ze's Spirit Origin was encountering some problems, which is why they sent out Berserker, intending for her to eliminate Lan Ze.

However, Ishtar herself recalled that none of the Servant in the Black Faction could seal another's Spirit Origin, so she could only guess that other Heroic Spirit were behind it... and it was very likely related to the Master of the Black Faction.

Minamoto no Raikō raised an eyebrow, about to deny it.

But then, as if she had suddenly remembered something, the words she was about to say stuck in her throat.

Come to think of it, my Master originally sent me to secretly eliminate Caster... but how did my Master know about Caster's shrinking Spirit Origin?

At the time, all the Black Faction's Servant were in the mansion. If the information wasn't from the Black Faction's Servant, then where did it come from?

Minamoto no Raikō's eyes flickered slightly, and thoughts flashed through his mind like fleeting shadows.

"It seems you know something..." Ishtar narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, staring at Minamoto no Raikō's thoughtful expression, and then asked:

"What do you intend to decide, Berserker?"

Minamoto no Raikō remained silent, lost in thought.

If you accept now, it would be the same as Assassin and Caster, betraying the Black Faction and choosing to side with the Red Faction.

While it's fine to defect to another faction, wouldn't this make it seem like I only joined the Red Faction because I coveted someone else's Master?

Just as Minamoto no Raikō was still struggling with his decision, Lan Ze suddenly said, "Actually, you don't have to agree."

Minamoto no Raikō slightly raised his head and looked at the boy. He appeared humble and gentle, giving the impression of a beautiful young man in his formative years. His delicate and fragile demeanor easily aroused the protective instincts of adult women.

Minamoto no Raikō gazed at Lan Ze's figure, suppressing the overwhelming maternal love surging within him, and smiled slightly, "Looks like I've been rejected."

Lan Ze gently shook his head. "I don't mean to look down on you, I just respect your decision. Changing sides is indeed something that needs careful consideration."

Knowing how to respect others... this child seems to come from a very good family environment. Minamoto no Raikō couldn't help but have an even better impression of the child.

At this moment, Lan Ze suddenly changed the subject and said, "However, I think that both the Red Faction and Black Faction will make the right decision when faced with a crisis of Humanity's Order, right?"

Minamoto no Raikō paused slightly, "You suspect that my Master is secretly colluding with certain beings who threaten Humanity's Order?"

When she saw Lan Ze nod noncommittally, Minamoto no Raikō frowned. Her first thought was that this person was trying to sow discord.

But when she saw his face and those sincere, dark eyes, her brows gradually relaxed.

She knew at first glance that this was a good child, not the kind of person who would lie.

Minamoto no Raikō's gaze lingered for a moment on the raised "symbol of kingship" on the master's head, suppressing the urge to pat it, and said softly, "If Master truly intends to harm Humanity's Order, I will personally eliminate him."

Lan Ze gave a gentle smile, "I believe you."

This child is so adorable... Minamoto no Raikō suppressed his overflowing maternal love and gave a reserved yet gentle smile, "I hope that next time I see you, we will be on the same side, not on the opposing side."

She turned and left.

Lan Ze watched Minamoto no Raikō's departing figure, then turned to Ishtar and said, "Shall we go back first, Goddess?"

"What goddess? You should call me Sister Ishtar!" Ishtar said domineeringly, staring intently at him with her beautiful eyes.

Lan Ze paused, then remained silent.

"Say it now!" Ishtar urged again, looking fierce.

Lan Ze looked somewhat troubled, but seeing Ishtar's determined expression, as if saying "I won't give up until you call me that today," he finally called out, "Sister."

"Hmm... that's more like it~" Ishtar rubbed Lan Ze's head while squinting her eyes with pleasure.

Just as Ishtar was "bullying" her Divine Messenger like petting a cat, her body suddenly trembled slightly, and she inexplicably felt a chill creep up her back.

She rubbed her arms together and muttered, "Strange... why is it suddenly so cold?"

"Logically speaking, I shouldn't feel cold so easily..."

"Is it because someone is eyeing my sister or something...?" Lan Ze guessed.

Ishtar glanced at him, flicked his forehead with her finger, and squinted as she smiled, "There are plenty of people who are thinking about their sister. If feeling cold just because someone is thinking about you makes me feel cold, I would have frozen to death long ago."

Lan Ze hesitated for a moment, looked around to make sure no one was there, then looked up at the girl in front of him and gently waved to her.

Ishtar looked at him questioningly, and seeing that he seemed to want to say something, she bent down slightly, put her ear close to his, and said, "Say what you want to say."

Lan Ze whispered in Ishtar's ear, "If I remember correctly, Mother and the others were watching the live stream... Could it be because of this?"

Ishtar was stunned, feeling a blue lightning bolt flash through her mind.

My mother is watching the live stream...

But I just tried to trade Lan Ze's body for the Black Berserker...?

Ishtar's expression gradually became blank.

The following morning.

Matou Sakura had already woken up early. When she saw the boy in bed, a hint of tenderness appeared in her eyes. She gently touched the boy's cheek with her lips and whispered:

"Get some rest, senior."

She got out of bed, changed into her school uniform, and looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

Compared to her previous innocent and delicate appearance, today's girl seems to possess a different kind of charm and looks much more mature.

It wasn't physical maturity, but rather a certain charm... a captivating charm that was hard to define.

After changing her clothes, she left the room and headed straight for the dining room.

Tohsaka Rin was sitting in the restaurant drinking milk when she saw her younger sister and said worriedly, "Sakura, are you feeling better? If not, why don't we both take the day off today?"

Matou Sakura smiled and shook her head, "It's alright, I've fully recovered now."

Last night, for the first time, she used her willpower to fight against another voice within her. After that, the Dark Sakura never appeared again; it's unclear whether she disappeared or what happened.

It has been proven that, regardless of gender, the power of LSPs is limitless.

Illya sat on the chair, also dressed in a school uniform, her small feet wrapped in white cotton socks dangling from under her skirt.

"How is your older brother now?"

The little girl, who was older than everyone else present, held the cup in both hands and continued to ask, "Are you still sleeping?"

The nun from the Holy Church fiddled with a strand of hair, her eyes filled with worry. "He seems to have slept for too long... Is he really alright?"

Matou Sakura shook her head gently and smiled, "Don't worry, Caster is in good condition."

"He woke up in the middle of the night yesterday and told me about the attack."

"Big brother..." Tohsaka Rin's voice faltered, realizing she had let something slip due to her excitement, and she quickly corrected herself:

"Did Caster wake up yesterday?!"

What did he say?

Feeling the gazes of several people fall upon her at the same time, Matou Sakura said softly, "He was attacked by a mysterious Heroic Spirit, and his Spirit Origin was sealed, which is why he has become like this."

These words immediately plunged the restaurant into deep thought.

Illya looked up and asked, "Big brother's combat power seems to be no weaker than the Black Faction's King of Heroes. Could the Heroic Spirit who attacked big brother be at the level of the King of Heroes?"

Matou Sakura slowly shook her head. "I don't know, but to be able to sneak up behind him and attack him without anyone noticing, I think she must be at the level of the King of Heroes."

"Perhaps above him?" Karen asked.

Illya shook her head and answered decisively, "Impossible. The Ancient King of Heroes is already the ceiling for Servant; anything above that is no longer within the realm of Servant."

"Anyway, let's go to school first. There won't be any Servant battles during the day. Medea will check on Senpai's physical condition today and try to help him recover," Matou Sakura said gently, thus ending the conversation.

She had already found some small satisfaction last night, and her obsession with young Lan Ze wasn't as deep anymore. Even if his Spirit Origin were restored, she could accept it.

After Matou Sakura finished speaking, the expressions of the other three people present were more or less subtle.

They were a little worried that by the time they returned from school, Lan Ze would have returned to normal.

While the adult Lan Ze is great, the young Lan Ze brings a unique sense of novelty.

However, no one dared to say such things aloud; they could only keep them silently in their hearts.

They prayed that Lan Ze's Spirit Origin would be restored, while also secretly hoping that the Spirit Origin process could be delayed by two more days.

Lan Ze slowly opened his eyes, and what appeared in his field of vision was a delicate and charming face, with long hair flowing down her back, her lips a bewitching and alluring color, and her eyes gazing at him tenderly.

Lan Ze rubbed his eyes, recognized the woman, and said softly, "Medea, when did you get here?"

"I just came in because I didn't want to disturb Master's rest." Medea smiled sweetly, but her gaze was fixed on him.

After Lan Ze returned yesterday, she didn't have a chance to observe the young Master properly before Matou Sakura took him into her room. It wasn't until the other Master left that she finally had enough time to observe Master.

Master was so cute as a child... Medea gazed at young Lan Ze's face, her eyes flashing with an unusual light.

"... Is there something you need?" Feeling a little embarrassed by Medea's gaze, Lan Ze had no choice but to speak up in an attempt to divert her attention.

Her skin seems much thinner than it was in adulthood... Medea's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and a bewitching smile, like that of a witch, appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Master, do you have time now? I'd like to take advantage of the daytime to check on your health."