Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking Chapter 214

Seeing him nod, Medea revealed a charming smile and said softly, "Then come with me, I'll take you to the basement."

The two walked down the stairs deeper into the basement. Hearing footsteps beside them, Lan Ze slightly turned his head to look around, then suddenly asked:

"What about the others?"

Medea explained softly, "The masters have all gone to school. As for the other Servant... I already told them not to come in and disturb us while they're having their checkups; it's too distracting."

Too many people can indeed be very distracting; Medea was telling the truth.

However, she also harbored her own selfish motives.

After all, with so many people around, she and her master wouldn't have a chance to be alone together at all...

When she faced Matou Sakura before, she didn't say much because Sakura was her Master.

However, if you're facing other Servant, you can do a little more maneuvering...

Lan Ze looked thoughtfully at the Servant walking ahead, who had a full bust and shapely hips. Although her clothes barely revealed much skin, the tight-fitting mage robe, which exuded a sense of asceticism, outlined her figure in a seductive and alluring way.

Lan Ze quickly lowered his eyes and stopped looking.

Medea glanced casually at the boy behind her, catching his gaze just now, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes.

Once inside the basement, she closed the door, turned to the boy behind her, and smiled, "Master, could you lie down on that table first? The test might take a little while, so you can take a nap in the meantime."

She paused, her beautiful blue eyes fixed on Lan Ze, and continued, "Or perhaps, do you need me to use hypnotic Magecraft to help you?"

"Thank you, but no need... I'll just lie down for a while."

Lan Ze felt uneasy under Medea's subtle gaze and had no choice but to politely refuse her. Then, under Medea's watchful eye, he lay down on the cool table.

"And then?" he asked.

Medea's previously frivolous attitude softened considerably, and her face became serious as she said, "Wait a moment."

After she finished speaking, she slowly walked to the table, her fingertips dancing with a faint light, and quietly covered his chest.

As Medea's fingertips fell, ripples of pale blue light seemed to flow slowly across Lan Ze's body.

She was checking on Lan Ze's current Spirit Origin status.

Lan Ze was very patient, his eyes slightly closed, accepting Medea's Magecraft, which was similar to scanning his entire body.

Time passed silently, and only the faint sound of rain could be heard. Before he knew it, Lan Ze seemed to be getting sleepy, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Suddenly, he felt the cool touch of a strange hand on his face. Lan Ze abruptly opened his eyes and saw Medea's charming face, a slight smile playing on her lips as she softly said:

"Relax, that was just checking Master's Spirit Origin status, now we're checking Master's physical condition."

"Relax..." Medea said softly in a gentle and pleasant voice, her beautiful blue eyes fixed on Lan Ze until his body was completely relaxed, before continuing to examine him.

Slender fingers gently traced along Lan Ze's face, then his chest, before slowly sliding down his body. The unfamiliar touch caused Lan Ze's relaxed body to tense up again, and he stared nervously at his Servant.

After a while, Medea stopped what she was doing and slightly raised her eyelids to look at Lan Ze.

"How did it go...?" Lan Ze looked at her intently, his eyes filled with expectation.

Medea slowly exhaled, her lips slightly pale as if the examination had drained too much magic power. She said softly, "Your Spirit Origin has been temporarily sealed. It will recover in seven days."

"Seven days?!" Lan Ze was slightly surprised. "That's way too long!"

His ability to regenerate his Spirit Origin was unexpected, but also entirely reasonable.

After all, if one could seal another's Spirit Origin at will, such an ability would be far too overpowered, so it's understandable that it would last for a certain period of time.

Medea gazed at the boy before her, a tenderness in her beautiful eyes, and said softly, "If Master is willing, I should be able to find a way to unlock your Spirit Origin seal within the next two days."

Lan Ze looked thoughtful.

After thinking for a moment, Lan Ze raised his head and said, "Then you should think of a solution first. For now, let's just leave it at that... Actually, there are some advantages to staying like this."

"Benefits?" Medea was slightly taken aback.

Lan Ze nodded. "Isn't this current state perfect for creating the illusion that I'm very weak... although I am indeed very weak right now."

"Why create the illusion of weakness?" Medea muttered to herself, gazing at the boy's seemingly gentle and frail face. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she understood his meaning.

"Master, are you trying to lure the enemy out? Are you using this opportunity to draw out the Heroic Spirit who attacked you?"

Medea's brow furrowed slightly again as she finished speaking, then she continued, "However, even if we manage to lure out that mysterious Heroic Spirit, we might not be able to..."

She didn't continue, but Lan Ze already understood what she meant.

Judging from the current situation, that mysterious Heroic Spirit seems to have a cooperative relationship with the Black Faction. It's hard to guarantee that the other Servant the Black Faction won't take action under their Master's orders to delay their Servant.

If things turn out this way, it's uncertain whether the remaining people can capture that mysterious heroic Heroic Spirit.

After a moment of contemplation, Lan Ze suddenly looked up and asked, "If we find the Greater Grail, do you have a way to increase its capacity?"

Almost as soon as the voice faded, in her Tokyo apartment, Tiamat, whose pupils had gradually lost their luster, slowly raised her eyelids, and her gentle, beautiful eyes gradually brightened again with a hopeful light.

"Aaa~" she sang softly and sweetly, staring intently at Medea in the image, who exuded the charm of a married woman, her eyes filled with hope.

Once the capacity of the Greater Grail is expanded, it may be able to accommodate her Spirit Origin.

Perhaps, she can be summoned because of this.

Almost simultaneously, a scene flashed through Tiamat's mind: the cub that cried "Aaa" after she arrived in Fuyuki, excitedly running towards her after hearing her song, and throwing itself into its mother's arms; and she, like petting a cat, happily patting her cub's head, feeling the joy of their reunion.

Thinking about it this way, Tiamat felt a surge of anticipation.

Meanwhile, after hearing Lan Ze's question, Medea paused slightly, then looked at Lan Ze with suspicion for a few more moments before finally nodding gently. "Although I don't know what Master wants to do, whatever Master's request is... I will try my best to fulfill it."

Her tone suddenly changed, and she looked troubled, saying, "But this might present a problem..."

"What's the problem?" For some reason, Lan Ze suddenly had a bad feeling.

Medea picked up the books from the table, put them on the cabinet next to her, and then turned around and walked back towards him.

The high heels on her feet made a pleasant "clack-clack" sound with each step, and her beautiful figure outlined an alluring curve with her breasts and buttocks.

"I am capable of expanding the Holy Grail's capacity, but there is a problem... I think my current magical power is insufficient to support me in completing the entire process of expanding the Holy Grail's capacity."

As Medea spoke, her gaze was gentle as she looked at her Master, who was lost in thought upon hearing this, and a hint of danger crept into her smile.

She didn't speak, but just stared at Lan Ze. Like a hunter luring a rabbit into a trap, she was extremely patient, gently guiding him until he walked into the snare she had dug.

"Not enough magic... Is there anything I can do?" Lan Ze looked up at her. "For example, how about I give you more magic right now?"

Medea didn't speak, but walked to the table and sat down. Then she gently put her hand around Lan Ze's head, letting him rest his head on her lap.

"Caster...?" Lan Ze looked up, about to speak, when he heard Medea say softly, "Don't move, listen to me first."

Lan Ze fell silent, quietly savoring the tranquility.

Even through the fabric, his cheek could still feel the wonderful, warm touch of Medea's thigh, coupled with that delicate, subtle fragrance, and Lan Ze couldn't help but be somewhat immersed in it.

Medea looked down at the boy, her eyes flickering slightly, and said softly, "Actually, I used up a lot of my magic power when I was testing your Spirit Origin, and since your Spirit Origin has shrunk, the magic power supplied to me is negligible."

"To be honest, I'm quite weak right now."

At this point, Medea sighed softly, "It will probably take two or three days for Master to replenish my mana so I can modify the Greater Grail."

Lan Ze looked troubled and muttered to himself, "Does it really need to take this long...?"

Two or three days may not seem like a long time, but during that time, it's uncertain what kind of moves the enemy will make.

"Hmm." Medea nodded in affirmation.

"If it were a master in a normal state, supplying magic wouldn't take that long, but in this state..."

Lan Ze frowned slightly and fell silent.

He thought for a moment, then looked up and said, "Could you sever the contract again and then help you find another Master?"

Medea gently shook her head. "Putting aside whether I can find another Master, even if I could, I wouldn't want to do it."

She gazed at Lan Ze and continued, "The master I swear to serve is you, not anyone else."

"Or is it that Master is already tired of me?" Medea said, her beautiful eyes seeming to shimmer with a moist light, which, combined with her pure and pitiful face, made her look so vulnerable and endearing.

"That's not what I meant. I just thought that if we changed the contract, it would provide you with enough magic power, right?" Lan Ze quickly explained, "That way, we could expand the capacity of the Greater Grail."

"And you don't have to suffer by my side all the time, constantly being in a state of insufficient magic power. That must be very uncomfortable, right?" he continued.

Medea gently shook her head, smiled with narrowed eyes, and said, "As long as I can stay by Master's side, it doesn't matter whether my magic power is at its peak or not."

Lan Ze remained silent, lost in thought.

This is a bit troublesome... If Medea refuses to change her Master, it will take at least two or three days for her magical energy to be replenished.

This has been going on for far too long...

Just as Lan Ze was in a dilemma, he suddenly felt a cool and soft touch of fingers on his cheek.

Medea's slender fingers gently stroked the boy's face, her alluring eyes gazing at him.

"Actually... there's another way to replenish mana. Even without changing Master, this method can restore my mana to a fully replenished state within an hour."

Lan Ze's eyes flickered slightly as he gazed into Medea's eyes.

The woman leaned down slightly and whispered something.

Lan Ze was taken aback at first, then immediately shook his head. "No... let's try another way... there must be other methods."

That method could indeed supply magic power quickly, but the Master doing such a thing to his Servant... he always felt a little guilty about it.

I have a feeling that my feelings for my Servant have changed.

"So, Master has rejected me?" Medea looked at the boy lying on her lap and sighed softly.

"Since that's the case, then forget it. I don't want to make things difficult for Master."

After she finished speaking, she said calmly, "You can go out now, Master."

Lan Ze hesitated for a moment, looking at Medea's suddenly cold expression, and finally swallowed the words he wanted to say, nodding slightly:

Thank you for your help today.

Medea stood quietly behind him, watching the boy's retreating figure, without saying a word.

With mixed feelings, Lan Ze arrived at the basement door, slowly turned the doorknob, and was about to leave.

At this moment, when he pressed the doorknob to push the door open, he found that the door seemed to be stuck, and no matter how he turned the doorknob, he could not push it open.

Shielding Magecraft?!

Lan Ze immediately realized what was happening and turned to ask Medea to break the Magecraft, but what greeted him was the warm embrace of the Betrayal Witch, accompanied by a faint fragrance and soft touch that made him feel intoxicated, causing his brain to short-circuit for a moment.

He barely managed to lift his head to look at his Servant, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Let me give you your first lesson in the Holy Grail War, Master."

Medea suddenly revealed a charming smile and said softly, "Even your own Servant cannot be completely trusted."

"After all... adults are creatures who can easily go back on their word~"

Medea gently pressed Lan Ze's shoulders, making his back press against the door behind him. At the same time, she bent down slightly and brought her lips close to his ear.

"Don't be nervous, Master. I will carefully teach you what to do."

Time passed silently, and by the time Lan Ze had supplied Medea with enough magic, he was already panting heavily.

Normally, as long as Servant has magical power, it doesn't matter if they don't eat or drink.

In short, magic is everything to Servant.

Lan Ze's Spirit Origin has shrunk, and his magic power was already insufficient. Now, Medea is repeatedly taking from him... Although the process was quite wonderful, the aftermath was not so wonderful.

It's like entering a state of enlightenment, where you start to regret and reflect on yourself.

In the basement, Medea, satisfied after being sedated, leaned against the windowsill, wearing a white nightgown. Her slightly disheveled hair fell over her glimpses of snow-white, full breasts. Her face had a faint rosy glow, and her lips were even more lustrous than usual.

"In that case, my mana is sufficient for now. Leave the task of expanding the Greater Grail to me, Master."

Medea smiled and looked at the boy still lying on the table, and said softly, "Master, are you angry with me?"

Lan Ze's eyes, which had been gradually losing focus, slowly returned to focus. He forced himself to turn his head to look at Medea and gently shook his head. "I'm not angry... I'm just a little tired."

Medea narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, a hint of tenderness in her expression, and said softly, "You've really worked hard, Master."