A Clash Between Women

"You tried to summon Shiva, the god of destruction?!" After hearing Mephistopheles's account of the recent events, Medea stared at him, her eyes filled with reproach and worry.

She immediately stepped forward, pinned Mephistopheles to the bed, and began to rip off his clothes without any hesitation.

Mephistopheles immediately grabbed Medea's hand and laughed, "What do you want to do? Indecent assault? Are you that thirsty?"

Medea rolled her eyes at Mephistopheles: "I just wanted to check if there was anything wrong with your body. If there is, wouldn't my happiness for the rest of my life be ruined?"

Then, she pressed down on him even more forcefully, broke free from Mephistopheles's grasp, and skillfully stripped him naked.

Medea carefully examined Mephistopheles's body, relying not only on her eyes but also on the power of True Magic. After confirming the examination several times, Medea finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thankfully, there's nothing wrong."

Then she frowned.

"However, the toxins in your body are accumulating, and you will need the help of Angelic Power for a short period of time. Without the help of Angelic Power, the toxins will spread again instantly. Although they will not increase and will continue to decrease, they will still affect your movement."

Mephistopheles smiled slightly, "I know what you mean. When I perform the Spiritron Transfer, the four archangels must be withdrawn. During this period, the toxin will spread and may even deprive me of my mobility. You're worried about that, aren't you?"

Medea nodded. "But I have a way to prevent you from becoming immobilized after being teleported there."

Mephistopheles chuckled, "I'm all ears."

"That means bringing me, this great witch, along. I've studied your True Magic and know some techniques. I can use your necklace to directly summon Angelic Power to suppress it for you." Medea smiled, extending her right hand to gently lift Mephistopheles's chin, her expression alluring. "Besides, I'm quite powerful and can solve a lot of trouble for you. How about it?"

After saying that, she pressed Mephistopheles down and kissed him directly, her hair cascading down like a waterfall, covering Mephistopheles. Her kiss was passionate and intense.

However, it was just a kiss. With the toxins not yet completely cleared, and in some cases even quite concentrated, nothing else could be done for the time being.

This made Medea purse her lips in dissatisfaction and slap Mephistopheles on the chest.

"Quickly detox!"

"Alright, Your Highness," Mephistopheles said with a grin.

Medea was indeed a princess.

Inside the cafeteria, Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight, along with the Jack the Ripper who was always clinging to Ritsuka Fujimaru, were eating together. However, compared to the Jack the Ripper who was diligently eating, Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight were focused on the other table.

There sat two women, facing each other, one was Medea, and the other was Black Jeanne, both of whom were Mephistopheles's followers.

Meanwhile, Mephistopheles was sitting with him, eating his meal.

"Don't we need to go over there?" Ritsuka Fujimaru asked softly.

"They want to talk amongst themselves and don't want me to hear, that's fine. I can stop it immediately if anything happens." Mephistopheles smiled and patted Ritsuka Fujimaru on the shoulder. "Don't worry, they won't fight."

Ritsuka Fujimaru smiled, but her attention remained focused on the dining table. She desperately wished her hearing were better so she could hear what was being said over there.

It's just a pity that her hearing is only that of an average person, and she can't hear conversations from that far away.

She began to consider whether she should extract some of the Heavenly Cloud Sword no Ama to slightly strengthen her body.

That way, we'll definitely be able to hear what they're saying over there.

"You're the first Servant Mephistopheles summoned?" Medea looked at Black Jeanne with curiosity. She could tell that the woman in front of her was very powerful, definitely top-tier among Servants.

What intrigued her was that Mephistopheles summoned this person on his first summoning attempt. She had originally thought that, based on the closeness of their connection, it should have been either herself or Atalanta was summoned.

"It's me, and you are...?" Black Jeanne looked at Medea with some confusion, but after hearing the other's self-introduction, she immediately understood. "So you're Medea."

"You've heard of me?" Medea looked at the other person, wanting to know where they had heard about her—from legends, epics, or some other place.

"Your relationship with Mephistopheles is no secret in Chaldea. Besides you, there's Artemis, the moon goddess, Atalanta, the hunter. Everyone here knows," Black Jeanne said casually. She didn't even shy away from matters between men and women; on the contrary, she seemed quite interested. "How does it feel? Can you tell me?"

Faced with Black Jeanne Alter's attitude, Medea became even more curious. "Didn't something similar happen when you met Mephistopheles?"

Black Jeanne shook her head. "No, he was my opponent back then, and I was defeated by him. Then I came to the Throne of Heroes, and until I was summoned by him, this was the first time I was summoned after arriving at the Throne of Heroes."

During the First Singularity, she wasn't exactly summoned; rather, it was as if she had just been born and was immediately placed in the Throne of Heroes.

Looking back now, I actually have a strong feeling that I was chosen through connections and pre-selected.

"So, you were randomly selected?" Medea asked. "It was supposed to be the first summon, yet you were randomly selected? Even if your return to the Throne of Heroes was your true first visit, it shouldn't be enough for him to be so powerful as to randomly summon you all at once..."

"Given the mechanics of the Holy Grail and Servant summoning, without any strengthening connection, the closer the being is to the summoner, the easier it is to be summoned. Therefore, it should be me or Atalanta."

Medea did not mention Artemis, as she knew very well that Artemis could not be summoned under normal circumstances.

Unless one finds a loophole to demote themselves, they can remain there for a period of time, just like they did at the Singularity last time.

But how can one possibly succeed every time?

After realizing what the other person was wondering about, Black Jeanne's lips curled up in a smug smile, "Because my relationship with Mephistopheles is indeed very close."

"Very close?" Medea narrowed her eyes.

Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight, who were in the distance, both sensed a dangerous aura.

As for Mephistopheles, he continued to eat and drink happily, completely unconcerned about what was happening over there.

"Yes, very close, it must be the only close relationship in the whole world!" Black Jeanne continued, her words causing Medea's expression to turn somewhat cold. But then, Medea suddenly laughed, "A one-of-a-kind close relationship? Are you trying to say you are his child?"

Black Jeanne's expression froze. "How did you come up with something like this?!"

"After all, he already has a close relationship, like a wife. It's impossible that you're his mother. So I can only guess that you're his child, or perhaps some other relationship? Like master and servant? Or possession?"

With each different interpretation, Medea's aura suddenly lost its dangerous feel and instead appeared very relaxed.

Faced with this baseless speculation, Black Jeanne Alter's plan to keep him in suspense immediately crumbled. She could only say, "It's not that kind of relationship. Rather, he carries the weight of everything I have on his shoulders."

"Bearing everything of yours?" Medea was taken aback. She wasn't angry; as a Magecraft and a True Magic, she immediately sensed the peculiarity in this statement. "Bearing in True Magic sense?!"

"As expected of the legendary witch, you saw the key point right away!" Black Jeanne sincerely praised, no longer hiding anything, and told what had happened.

After recounting what had happened, her birth, and Mephistopheles's imitation of the divine child to bear humanity's original sin, Medea listened without interrupting. She remained silent for a long time before letting out a slow sigh.

"Then you won't have any problems from now on, right? After all, a divine child has already borne your sins, and you, like everyone else, can have a normal life."

Medea smiled, a kind smile that showed no sign of hostility.

She had no intention of having any conflict with such a pitiful person.

Furthermore, she understood why Mephistopheles summoned Black Jeanne on his first summoning; this close relationship was indeed unique and the most special one.

This profound connection based on mysticism makes it perfectly normal for Mephistopheles to summon Black Jeanne on his first, undirected summoning.

The two exchanged a few more words. After hearing about Mephistopheles's behavior in the subsequent Singularity, Medea glared at Mephistopheles, leaving Mephistopheles puzzled. He scratched his cheek, wondering what he had done to offend her.

However, it's impossible to know for now, since that area is still a private space for girls, and he can't intrude.

"Honestly, he's so reckless. He tries to solve problems all by himself, but at least he should leave some for others," Medea said helplessly. "He's pretty much the same as before. If he can solve a problem immediately, he absolutely won't leave the other person to practice on. I still can't understand why he challenged Typhon."

"Perhaps it's to gain the Dragon Slaying?" Black Jeanne asked.

"The Dragon Slaying gained by targeting Typhon is indeed very powerful, but Dragon Slaying actual usefulness is not great. How many times in a lifetime will you encounter Dragon Kind?" Medea sighed. "Besides, Typhon was in such danger. I thought something had really happened to him. Fortunately, he and Artemis were both alright..."

At this point, Medea's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, maybe we can use the power of the Holy Grail to summon that guy!"

"Who?"

Medea smiled slightly, "Typhon is dead. Although he was equivalent to a god in rank and was incredibly powerful, his death gave him the possibility of being directly summoned. After all, Typhon is definitely recorded in the Root."

"Ordinary Servant summoning circles might have some problems, unable to summon the real Typhon, at most a weakened clone. But if the circle is modified appropriately, it might be possible to summon the true Typhon Heroic Spirit!"

"Typhon true form of Heroic Spirit?!" Black Jeanne's eyes widened slightly as she looked at Medea, who was excited and eager to try. She suddenly realized that Medea and Mephistopheles were indeed a good match; one was thinking about summoning the true form of a god, and the other was thinking about summoning Typhon, the father of all demons.

If Typhon's true form were truly summoned, its power might be enough to confront Goetia head-on. Even though Goetia's power has already accumulated to a great extent, it could at least put considerable pressure on Goetia.

After all, Typhon that even Zeus, the king of the gods, found troublesome, could only seal away, and was almost killed by him!

No, we absolutely cannot let her think about this too much right now, lest it lead to a major problem like when Mephistopheles summoned Shiva last time!

If she summoned the wrong Typhon, summoning the Typhon from Mephistopheles's world instead of the Typhon from this world, wouldn't that be the end of the world?!

With that in mind, Black Jeanne decided to change the subject.

So, she smiled again and asked, "So, you still haven't answered my question: how did it feel when you were doing those things with Mephistopheles?"

This question indeed made Medea temporarily forget about summoning Typhon; her cheeks flushed slightly, yet she was also somewhat excited.

"It feels really good. The first time and the subsequent times feel a little different. It's hard to explain in words, but I can assure you, it's addictive! I think you should try it!"

Chapter 197 A Clash of Women

For Chaldea employees, eating in the cafeteria is a very normal thing.

Of course, besides eating in the cafeteria, you can also take your food back to your place of residence or even to your workplace.

There are no restrictions on these.

It's even quite common for people to wolf down their food right at work when they're busy.

After all, work is always the most important thing, especially now that the future of all mankind has been entrusted to Chaldea, work has become many times more important than it was in the past.

Olga Marie used to eat in her office, but now that she's a ghost, she doesn't eat much anymore, unless she really can't resist the urge to taste something.

Even so, it was still in his own office.

But today, she came to the cafeteria.

Everyone was looking at where she was sitting.

Opposite Medea!

"I really didn't expect that yesterday it was Black Jeanne and Medea, and today it's the Director and Medea..." Ritsuka Fujimaru muttered to herself, then said to Mephistopheles beside her, "Are you sure you don't want to go over there?"

"No need," Mephistopheles said with a smile, picking up a noodle and putting it in his mouth. "It's just girls chatting intimately, why would I join in?"

He ate tomato beef sauce spaghetti today; the sweet and sour taste combined with the beef sauce was very pleasant for his taste buds.

As for the interaction between Olga Marie and Medea, one is the director of Chaldea, a strong woman, and the other is a princess of a country, experienced and also a strong woman with a high level of life experience. He believed there would be no problems.

Even if something really goes wrong, I can quickly stop them by sitting next to them.

Just then, a man sat down to the side, placed his large bowl of udon noodles on the table, and muttered, "Looks like it won't come to a fight."

The newcomer was Romani. As the doctor and the second-in-command of Chaldea, he didn't act like a leader at all. Instead, his face was full of curiosity and gossip.

Mephistopheles rolled his eyes in exasperation. "There was no way they were going to fight in the first place, so why do you sound like you'd love for them to fight?"

"Wouldn't it be quite a show if they started fighting?" Romani chuckled, took a bite of noodles, and continued, "But you're pretty impressive too. I've watched Marie grow up; she hasn't been this impulsive in a long time."

"Impulse?"

"It's nothing, keep eating."

Seeing that Romani didn't intend to continue, Mephistopheles didn't press the matter. He could roughly guess what the other wanted to say, so he remained silent, eating his noodles while secretly observing the two people over there.

"I know about your affair with Mephistopheles," Olga Marie said to Medea.

There wasn't much food in front of her. Although she had come to eat, it was just an excuse to talk to Medea.

Medea smiled and took a bite of her food before replying, "Really? Then I must thank Director for taking care of my husband."

Olga Marie raised an eyebrow at the answer. It was a perfectly ordinary response, yet it sounded incredibly provocative. She took a deep breath and said, "I know about your relationship. If I'm not mistaken, you're not married yet, are you? If anything, you're just boyfriend and girlfriend."

Medea wasn't angry at all. She simply ate her food naturally, saying as she ate, "It doesn't matter. Both Artemis and I consider him our husband, and he considers us his wives. It's a deep-seated acceptance from the bottom of his heart."

Upon hearing this answer, Romani, who had been secretly watching the drama unfold, couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Medea was indeed shrewd; she didn't fall into Marie's trap at all. On the contrary, she used the information lured out by the trap to deeply wound Marie's heart. Unless Marie could actually carry out the plan, she would be in the wrong no matter what.

Most importantly, if Marie says too much or makes her stance too clear now, it will turn from a normal conversation into a jealous argument, putting her in a situation where others are watching her, which would be extremely stressful for her...

Unless she could find a time to speak with Medea privately, but Medea might not give her that opportunity.

With that thought in mind, he looked at the only person who could quickly solve this problem: Mephistopheles.

As a result, Mephistopheles was still struggling with the pasta in front of him, completely ignoring the conversation on the other side.

At this moment, Olga Marie was caught in a dilemma. Medea's attitude made her seem like Mephistopheles's wife, and the other party did indeed have that right. As for herself, it seemed that she could say nothing.

After hesitating for a long time, she picked up the food in front of her and said, "I'm just reminding you as the director of Chaldea. Although you two are close, these are special times. Don't let your own actions cause problems with the plan!"

After saying that, he left without looking back, giving Mephistopheles a fierce glare as he went.

After Mephistopheles watched the other person leave, he shrugged and said, "See? I told you nothing would happen."

After saying that, he continued to devour the food in front of him. Just then, a figure walked over. Medea arrived and smiled at the group, saying, "May I sit here?"

Her smile was gentle and dignified, just like that of a young lady from a wealthy family.