Magician in Type-Moon

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"It seems my wish has been fulfilled, Master..."

Medea said this silently to herself.

After resting for a while, a blush quietly rose on Medea's snow-white skin, and her icy body finally regained some warmth.

At this moment, Medea swayed slightly, as if she were drunk, and gradually leaned against Matou Ike's strong and firm chest.

This is a sign of excessive magic use and a magic addiction.

It's like travelers in the desert desperately searching for an oasis finally finding a cool, refreshing spring. In the moment of gulping down the source of life, they experience a dizzying sense of satisfaction.

Medea lay there for quite a while before recovering from this state.

As for Matou Ike's question, she had clearly heard it, but she didn't want to explain. However, now she seemed to have thought of something interesting, and answered:

"Master, I'm currently without a Master and have participated in several major battles. My mana is completely depleted. What I did just now was naturally to replenish my mana. Otherwise, what did you think I was doing?"

Matou Ike was still unable to move, and felt somewhat embarrassed after hearing Medea's words.

He admitted that he had indeed thought about many things just now, after all, for a young man like him who had been single for seventeen years, the older sister's kiss was indeed too passionate.

"Then hurry up and release me, and then we'll sign a new contract," Matou Ike said somewhat irritably.

But it was all an act, an attempt to conceal their inner shame.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Medea was still alive, but what followed was so stimulating that it made his speech nerves tremble.

Medea, upon hearing Matou Ike's words, finally felt much better. She loathed the melancholic, poignant, and mature Matou Ike.

That would make her feel sorry for him.

This slightly boyish shyness is what people at this age should naturally look like.

As for the requirements that Matouchi just mentioned?

Has anyone ever seen a spider, after catching its prey, untangle its web to let the prey escape?

Now that we've come this far, we should build on this experience; otherwise, there really won't be any more opportunities in the future.

So Medea reached up and grabbed at the sky.

The moonlight draped over her like a thin veil.

The light and sheer gauze is combined with the witch's outfit full of holes, complemented by liquid spider silk wrapped around her body.

Sainthood and depravity, bestiality and intellect—two diametrically opposed extremes—are now perfectly and harmoniously combined.

Medea, who was lying on Matouchi's chest, slowly climbed up his body.

He only stopped when he wrapped his arms around Matou Ike's neck and pressed his lips against Matou Ike's earlobe.

"Master, do I look beautiful tonight?"

A soft, seductive voice entered Matou Ike's ear at close range, causing him to stiffen, unsure of how to react.

Medea, on the other hand, felt Matou Ike's heartbeat, chest to chest.

Puff puff!

They jump extremely fast.

She chuckled softly, then bit her earlobe with her pearly lips and teeth.

The sharp canine teeth rubbed and sucked back and forth on the tender flesh, bringing waves of tingling pain and pleasure that went straight to Matouchi's nerves.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his heart pounded even harder.

Medea sensed the turmoil in his heart, and a slight smile of satisfaction appeared on her lips.

Medea then became even more playful, hugging his neck even tighter and breathing warm air into his ear.

This action made Matou Ike exclaim that he couldn't stand it anymore.

Matou Ike felt her body gradually being enveloped by the aura of a witch. It was as if she were lost in the darkness, yet being guided forward by an invisible force.

His body seemed to be able to move again, and he wanted to escape; the thought in his mind magnified in an instant.

The body then took action.

But can they really escape?

The opponent is a Heroic Spirit.

Just as he tried to break free, the spider silk on Medea's body tightly locked onto his shoulders, dragging him little by little towards her.

"Can you escape, Master?" Her voice was low and gentle.

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." She couldn't speak because her mouth was gagged again.

The older sister's kiss came for the second time!

This time, it lacked the initial sense of aggression; instead, it felt more like a gentle, silky smooth breeze and a light drizzle.

Matou Ike was like a small animal that had fallen into a trap, while Medea was the queen who was high above.

Everything he did was at the mercy of the Queen.

The clothes on her body were slowly removed, removed? No, they were torn to shreds, roughly ripped off.

Only a few pieces of cloth remained hanging on her body, revealing her taut, clearly defined white muscles.

Although he is a magician.

However, Matou Ike's body was also forged through countless trials and tribulations.

At the same time, Medea grabbed Matou Ike's wrist and pulled his palm toward her body.

My body seems to be acting strangely. What should I do? What should I do?

Matou Ike's mind was in chaos. He was certainly not a man of unwavering integrity, but he didn't want to face Caster in this manner.

... (Content blocked)

The magical ritual suddenly unfolded beneath her feet, and the sudden burst of magical energy knocked Matou Ike, who was still stunned in place, to the ground.

The scene at this moment is just like that famous painting of the moon.

The Master sat on the ground, watching the Servant walk towards him.

"I hereby declare! I swear that your magic will become my offering."

As she spoke, she walked toward Matou Ike who was lying on the ground, and stopped only when she stood next to Matou Ike's waist.

"Waaah...waaah...uh..."

"Oh dear, I forgot to remove the seal from your mouth, my dear Master."

But Caster didn't want Matou Ike to say anything and spoil his fun.

... (Content blocked)

Goodnight, my Master.

The spider silk and hair gradually gathered together, twisting and deforming in the air until they formed the shape of a small house, enveloping the two of them.

Even if Medea were incredibly bold, she wouldn't dare to do something like using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed...

Chapter 143 Witch's Night: The Magic Replenishment Chapter

In stark contrast to the continuous artillery fire at Ryudouji Temple, the Tohsaka family residence was currently embroiled in fierce fighting.

When Gilgamesh returned to his chosen palace, the sight before him made him frown slightly.

Lancer has almost completely turned the building into ruins.

The walls were charred, the beams collapsed, and there was rubble and ashes everywhere.

This is utterly outrageous and presumptuous; it violates the dignity of a king and deserves divine punishment.

Even if the newcomer is a remnant of the last dragon, he still needs to be judged.

The upper part of the residence.

Gilgamesh stood atop the barely intact roof, looking down at the spearmen inside the room, who were armed with long spears.

"You bastard, the verdict for you is—"

At the moment when he was not a king, but a "judge," preparing to issue his judgment.

A blue-green magical storm swirled around, and an intense killing intent drew near to the "Arbitrator".

"...unromantic behavior."

The ruling was cut short halfway through.

Gilgamesh clicked his tongue.

The space itself was shaken, and a storm surged forth.

The Gate of Babylon instantly activated its Noble Phantasm, blocking the surprise attack.

With a deafening roar, the gale and the treasure countered each other, dissipating into fragments.

You don't even need to look to know who's here.

She is the "interesting woman" recognized by Gilgamesh—King of Knights, Artoria.

After the battle on the battlefield of Einzbern ended, Artoria had not yet had time to recover from her exhaustion.

He was then ordered by Kiritsugu Emiya to go to the Tohsaka residence for the next battle.

Artoria originally wanted to argue her point, explaining how much she had just expended, and that engaging in a second battle now would be tantamount to suicide, especially since her opponent was the ancient Babylonian hero-king.

However, what Kiritsugu Emiya said next made her rush over immediately.

"Irisviel has been abducted, and it is suspected that this was done by Kirei Kotomine, Archer's new Master."

Irisviel has been kidnapped?! This is outrageous!

So, disregarding his own exhaustion, he followed the magical scent that Angelamaneuver had deliberately left behind and headed towards the Tohsaka family's residence.

Although both of them were anxious at the moment, Artoria and Kiritsugu Emiya decided to observe the situation first.

Unexpectedly, Lancer appeared and proceeded to vandalize and loot the Tohsaka residence.

Even Kiritsugu Emiya was a little confused, in his understanding.