My Girlfriend from the Moon World Comes Knocking

Almost as soon as the words fell, Lan Ze reacted instantly, following Minamoto no Raikō's gaze.

His gaze suddenly froze on the woman.

She seemed to perfectly blend cuteness, charm, and gentleness, with a captivating and sexy figure. Her starry eyes stared straight at Minamoto no Raikō's voice, her reflection showing her beloved child.

The two stared at each other in silence. After a long while, Tiamat suddenly opened her mouth slightly and called out, "Aaa~"

"Mother?!"

Lan Ze stared blankly at Tiamat's beautiful figure. The moment he saw her, besides joy, a thought also crossed his mind: I... I'm doomed.

He's been wandering around Fuyuki for too long lately, doing a lot of things... Although what he did during the two days of the Spirit Origin Seal shouldn't be attributed to him, ultimately, it was indeed his doing.

Thinking about it this way, Lan Ze suddenly felt a huge panic.

With his current magical power, he can't withstand Mother of All's punishment...

At that moment, under Tiamat's unwavering gaze, Minamoto no Raikō suddenly reached out and gently touched Lan Ze's face, lowering his head to ask, "Do you know her, Caster?"

"Hmm... I know him." Lan Ze's feelings were a mix of joy and worry. He nodded slightly and sighed.

"She is--"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a "Aaa" sound in the distance, and then Tiamat slowly floated over from not far away.

Meanwhile, the monsters in the Dark Temple had quietly emerged.

Gorgon manifests in the world as the "Beast Goddess," and the Dark Temple contains many monsters she has spawned, each of which is no less powerful than a "Shadow Servant."

From among these monsters came the sounds of venomous snakes flicking their tongues, the low growls of lions, and the roars of Wyvern. On either side of the temple, two enormous dragon statues, their eyes glowing red, had awakened from their slumber.

Tiamat triggered a mechanism in the Dark Temple, waking up the monsters within!

Minamoto no Raikō felt a sudden tightness in his chest and instinctively hugged Lan Ze tightly, not even realizing that his enormous heart was making Lan Ze feel suffocated.

She watched the monsters warily, instinctively drawing her katana and secretly observing them.

"Berserker, she's not the enemy! Make those monsters stop!" Lan Ze urged.

If those monsters are allowed to run rampant, this Inherent Domain might collapse.

Minamoto no Raikō shook his head regretfully. "This isn't my Inherent Domain, I can't stop these monsters... I'm sorry."

As she spoke, she looked at the woman who was gradually being surrounded by monsters, then glanced down at Lan Ze, and asked, "What is your relationship with her?"

"She is like a mother to me," Lan Ze said.

"Mother...?" Minamoto no Raikō was unusually sensitive to this word. He glanced at Lan Ze, then at the woman not far away who was gradually enveloped by the shadows of numerous demons. His eyes flickered slightly. He got off the bedside table, drew his katana, and turned to say:

"Wait here, I'll find a way to save her."

Minamoto no Raikō finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle singing voice drifted over.

The singing was very soft, but as it faded, a corner of the temple ceiling collapsed instantly, leaving only emptiness outside the temple. Tiamat was surrounded by a gentle halo, which quietly spread outwards from her.

The monsters covered in that azure light trembled uncontrollably; these monsters, no less powerful than Shadow Servant, were like toys in Tiamat's eyes.

They let out mournful cries, struggled to writhe their bodies, and then silently disappeared into the darkness.

The once restless temple fell into complete silence, with only the blue-haired woman still standing quietly in place.

Minamoto no Raikō stared blankly at the scene, momentarily lost in confusion, wondering "What's going on? What happened?" His mind was unable to process what was happening for a long time.

Lan Ze watched this scene and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully Mother of All didn't attack those monsters; otherwise, a single area-of-effect attack would have killed me, and that would have been a huge mess...

Seeing Minamoto no Raikō's stunned expression, Lan Ze explained in a low voice, "She is the Creation Mother Goddess."

The Creation Mother Goddess...?

Minamoto no Raikō was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked up.

As she watched Tiamat drifting towards her, her first reaction wasn't shock, but rather a complete blank.

She had known for a long time that Lan Ze had a close relationship with the Creation Mother Goddess, but she never imagined that this woman would travel thousands of miles to the Singularity for the sake of her child, let alone venture into the Black Faction's stronghold alone...

Didn't any of the other Servant notice her? How could she have been allowed to sneak into the mansion and even the Dark Temple so openly?

While Minamoto no Raikō was still in shock, the woman in the blue dress, which accentuated her curvaceous figure, had already arrived at the bedside.

In their first epic meeting, the two "maternal" Heroic Spirit locked eyes for a moment before Minamoto no Raikō quickly regained her composure. She smiled gently and spoke with respect:

"Mother Goddess, have you come to find your child?"

Tiamat nodded gently and said in a soft voice:

Give him back to me.

Minamoto no Raikō smiled slightly and said, "I naturally have no objection to that."

After a pause, she continued, "The one who has descended into this Inherent Domain is not your true form, is it?"

She could roughly sense that although the oppressive aura emanating from Tiamat, who was now standing before her, was already extremely exaggerated, this should not be the true power of the Creation Mother Goddess.

If I had to say, Tiamat's current combat strength is only at the level of a Breakthrough-class Servant.

Clearly, this is probably just a clone of Tiamat or something similar.

Tiamat had no intention of lying. She gave a soft "hmm" and said, "Go outside for a moment. I want to talk to him alone."

At this point, Tiamat turned her head slightly, looking tenderly at the seemingly delicate and frail young man, and said softly, "I have something I'd like to ask him about what he's been doing these past few days."

Clearly, Mother of All was angry because she wasn't saying "Aaa" anymore, which was a sign of her anger... Lan Ze felt Tiamat's gentle gaze, but he just subconsciously swallowed.

Minamoto no Raikō turned his head slightly to look at Lan Ze, pondering for a moment: Gorgon said to keep an eye on Caster and prevent him from leaving, and to protect his safety... But the Creation Mother Goddess is Caster's mother, and will not threaten his safety.

In other words, she is not needed here for the time being.

Thinking of this, she smiled and nodded, "I understand, then I won't disturb you two any longer."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the "door" outside the Dark Temple.

As she stepped into the darkness, she suddenly stopped and hid behind a stone pillar, secretly observing the situation.

In her field of vision, Tiamat was sitting on the edge of the bed, her bright red starry eyes looking at her son with disappointment, as if to say, "Son, Mom is very disappointed in you."

Clearly, this child has run away from home and has now been confronted by his mother, which explains his guilty expression...

Even without hearing any sound, just seeing such a scene was enough for Minamoto no Raikō to imagine the corresponding story.

However, as a mother, it is appropriate to give her child some "free space to move around." Although Tiamat is the Creation Mother Goddess, she does not seem to understand this principle... Minamoto no Raikō looked at Lan Ze, who was bowing his head and admitting his mistake, and slowly shook his head.

If it were her, she would probably scold the runaway child first, and then comfort him... for example, give him a lap pillow, and then educate the child in a gentler tone.

Thinking of this, and looking at the woman who was talking to Lan Ze, Minamoto no Raikō shook his head inwardly and turned to leave.

But just as she was about to turn around, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the stunningly beautiful woman leaning slightly forward.

Tiamat gazed at the frail young man by the bedside, and as their eyes met, their lips gently touched.

"..."

Minamoto no Raikō paused slightly, then stared blankly at the scene in the darkness.

Then, her originally gentle eyes gradually changed. After a brief moment of stunned silence, a sour feeling welled up in her heart, along with intense envy and jealousy.

Is this really just a simple relationship...?

Such an intimate kiss, and the boy's hand gradually reaching upwards... it doesn't seem like a simple relationship at all...?

Just watching from the sidelines, Minamoto no Raikō felt a strange sense of excitement.

As she thought of this, the scene at the head of the bed changed again: a woman with a graceful figure pressed down on the boy, and the Sea of Life, like a dark curtain, quietly enveloped the entire bed.

Clearly, Tiamat was aware that someone was watching her, but she was too lazy to hide it... or perhaps, this was a way of asserting her sovereignty.

Minamoto no Raikō himself could not bear to watch any longer, and quietly turned and left the Dark Temple.

Her vision shifted from complete darkness to a Japanese-style room illuminated by a single candlelight. She slowly opened her eyes, sat quietly on the tatami mat, and her mind uncontrollably replayed the last scene she had seen before leaving.

The beautiful scene of that seemingly gentle and sexy woman pinning the boy to the bed and then kissing him passionately.

The thought of such an adorable child being so wantonly "bullied" by a mature woman stirred a slight ripple in her usually calm heart.

What would the situation be like now if my Master wasn't that man from the Black Faction, but that boy...?

With her slender fingertips gently touching her lips, Minamoto no Raikō's beautiful eyes shimmered with a touching affection in the candlelight.

Suddenly, a series of thoughts flooded her mind, imagining what things would be like now if she had accepted Ishtar's invitation and joined the Red Faction.

As she thought about this, various images began to appear in her mind.

The patter of rain outside filled my ears, and raindrops pattered against the windowpane. Time passed silently.

Meanwhile, the remaining Servant of the Black Faction, under their Master's orders, had already secretly hidden in the darkness, waiting for Tiamat to appear.

After all, Tiamat's "infiltration" was so blatant, even ignoring the Magic Barrier, it would be strange if she wasn't detected.

Of all these people, only Gilgamesh had already boarded his Heavenly Ark and flown into the air. He crossed his arms and looked down at the ground, quietly watching their performance.

Dark Temple.

Lan Ze lay on the bed, breathing softly, and looked at Tiamat, cautiously saying, "Mother... I want to rest for a while."

It sounded somewhat helpless.

This is unavoidable. Because of Gorgon, Lan Ze's magical power was already insufficient, and then Tiamat squeezed out even a tiny bit of it... Now Lan Ze is like a candle flickering in the wind, and may leave the Holy Grail War prematurely at any time.

If Tiamat hadn't replenished Lan Ze's magic power in time, Lan Ze would probably have already ended this Holy Grail Grand War prematurely.

Tiamat ignored Lan Ze's words, gazing tenderly at the boy and gently tugging at his head, letting him rest his face against her chest to replenish his magic.

Before meeting Lan Ze, Tiamat had been thinking of giving the boy a little lesson, but when she actually saw him, that thought vanished.

No... it's more accurate to say that Lan Ze is even cuter now than when he was an adult, so she felt a little guilty.

Tiamat's current thought is to satisfy her loneliness for now, and then educate him slowly when she gets back...

Lan Ze silently replenished his magic power, appearing completely calm on the surface, but in reality, he was panicking terribly.

Mother of All must have seen everything when she was in Tokyo. Her lack of anger is even more unsettling... because the calm before the storm is always there.

While replenishing his magic power, Lan Ze's feelings became somewhat complicated as he pondered these thoughts.

"Burp~" After a moment, he let out a satisfying, baby-smelling burp, then raised his eyes to look at the gentle face that came into view, and tentatively asked:

"Mother... is your true form still outside the Singularity?"

For now, this is the only way to change the subject... and Lan Ze is indeed very Tiamat managed to bring her clones to the Singularity.

An avatar of the Creation God... that is also an extremely terrifying existence.

"The capacity of the Greater Grail is expanding," Tiamat said gently.

So that's how it is. Medea's secret expansion of the Greater Grail's capacity seems to have been effective... Mother of All discovered that she could accept the summons, so she temporarily descended upon the Singularity in a clone.

Thinking of this, Lan Ze continued, "Then what about your true form?"

"I can't come over for now," Tiamat shook her head gently.

Although she cares deeply for her child, since her clone can descend upon Fuyuki, she naturally wouldn't intentionally do anything to harm Humanity's Order. As long as it's a clone, it won't affect Humanity's Order.

Lan Ze looked thoughtful and muttered to himself, "I see..."

"Do you have a way to fully restore my Spirit Origin?"

As he finished speaking, he looked at Tiamat with a hopeful gaze.

Tiamat gave a soft "Mmm": "Okay."

Lan Ze was secretly delighted. "Then..."

"But I don't want to." Tiamat shook her head gently, her voice unusually soft even when she was refusing someone.

After all, Lan Ze is common, but Young Lan Ze is not.

Moreover, if she wanted to help Lan Ze recover, she would need her true form to do so; her current clone could not completely restore Lan Ze's Spirit Origin.

"Let's replenish our magic first," Tiamat said softly.

Then, the woman's voluptuous figure pressed down again.