Type-Moon, but the Gal Romance System

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……

You have arrived in the new capital district of Fuyuki.

[Skills "Charm of the Roots (D)" and "Floral Splendor (B)" have been activated.]

"We've found you, Your Highness!" Medea hugged Mochizuki Oboro from behind and rubbed her face against his clothes.

Medusa, appearing in Saber form, sat on a chair not far away, holding a cup of warm black tea.

Artoria gave Mochizuki Oboro a look that seemed to say, "Maybe you should just stay home next time."

Mochizuki Oboro responded with a look that said, "This kind of thing can't be blamed on me."

As the saying goes, "experience is the best teacher." Mochizuki Oboro roughly summarized some of his experiences: the Root's charm can keep most people in a good mood towards him, especially his followers.

If the "Hundred Flowers in Full Bloom" special attack is triggered on top of this, then the female servant will most likely start chasing after her and getting easily defeated.

Artoria is one of the few characters who meets the criteria for special attack but doesn't succumb to temptation. This might also be related to each person's personality and values.

"Medea, right?"

"Hmm! How does Your Highness know my name?"

Before Mochizuki could speak, Medea covered her face and said, "It must be because we're a perfect match, right?"

Because you share a dorm room with my sister Eri—if she could, Oboro Mochizuki really wanted to say that.

"Whatever makes you happy." Mochizuki Oboro turned to Medusa: "Can you explain to me, Miss who can turn to stone?"

Medusa, who had just picked up the teacup, trembled and spilled it all over her thigh, making a hissing sound involuntarily.

How could he know his own Noble Phantasm? Was it activated?

"You know about Medusa too?" Medea's eyes lit up, completely unguarded. "That Saber over there is His Highness's Servant, right? How about we form an alliance?"

Even Artoria, sitting opposite Medusa, couldn't hold back and spat out all the green tea she had just drunk, coughing violently.

An alliance? If this girl is serious, then our side will have four Servants.

Why bother fighting then? Just award the Holy Grail to Mochizuki Oboro.

Medusa silently handed over a few tissues: "Here you go."

"Thank you. You've had it tough too." Artoria suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for him.

"She was fine at first, but yesterday she suddenly became abnormal, saying she wanted to find her destined lover." Medusa sighed.

Artoria scrutinized Medusa for a few moments: "You seemed a bit more mature yesterday than you are now? What happened?"

“You’ll know once those two officially form an alliance,” Medusa said, wiping the water from her legs. “Now we all have to work overtime to handle security.”

“That’s true. As long as we don’t end up going to a hotel while we’re chatting. I don’t want to be a doorman anymore.” Artoria sighed.

"..."

"Why don't you speak?"

Medusa said guiltily, "I feel a bit hot in my body, as if I had a relationship with your Master, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"No!"

Artoria instantly switched to her comedic persona: "If you all attack together, I won't be able to go home for dinner. If all else fails, don't go to a hotel, go to his house!"

Normally, the dignified Knight King would never show such an out-of-control expression.

However, the influence of the environment was so powerful that there was no fighting for three days after the Holy Grail War began. They were well-fed and drunk every day, and they also had an abstract Master like Mochizuki Oboro. Naturally, they were assimilated.

Of course, the main reason is that Artoria is in BB's game simulation, which has a built-in aura of reduced intelligence.

"No, I was just saying it offhand," Medusa replied somewhat embarrassedly. "If Master tries anything inappropriate on our first meeting, I will stop her."

……

The Custers' dinner that night was nothing special.

Dumplings, pizza, fried rice, pasta, and other delicacies fill the table, exuding an irresistible charm.

Castor eagerly picked up his cutlery, while Ash listened to Chiyome's report.

"That is their plan. I cannot determine whether it is a lie, so I suggest that you think carefully before making a decision."

"What's your impression of him?" Ash asked casually.

Chiyome guiltily looked away: "My judgment might mislead my lord, so it's best not to say anything."

"It's alright. I want to hear it." Ash skillfully snatched the food from Castor's chopsticks, ignoring the wild boar princess's furious rage.

"It should be considered believable."

Why are you blushing?

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Sensing something was wrong, Castor looked up, half a strand of spaghetti still dangling from his mouth: "What's wrong?"

"This is none of a child's business. Keep eating your food."

A blush crept onto Chen's face: "I'm sorry to have troubled you. You didn't have to go to such lengths."

"Actually, it's nothing. It's best for my lord to avoid contact with that kind of guy. I will handle the communication on his behalf."

Chiyome said in a serious tone, "As a ninja, these are all part of my duty."

The reason isn't addiction. That's right, it's not.

"Right, right?"

Ash tentatively asked, "What kind of magic did he plant in your body? Blink if you find anything strange."

Chiyome's eyes widened. A resolute determination shone deep within her captivating purple pupils.

“Since you insist on this, I’ll leave the liaison to you. Caster and I will begin our operation tonight. The cavalry commander and his men need not make contact. We still don’t know what the fake Assassin has done, so it’s better to keep our distance.”

"Did the lord grant his request?"

"It doesn't matter whether you agree or not, it's just more interesting if you agree." Ash smiled. "I'm also very curious to know what that fake Assassin is."

"Yes. Time is of the essence, I will depart tomorrow morning." Chiyo respectfully withdrew, as if she had some private matter to attend to.

Ash's expression was subtle. She wasn't Castor; she did have some understanding of those things, though only at a theoretical level.

Chiyome has no abnormal magical power within her body, and she has control over it.

It's quite impressive that a few hours of interaction can change a Servant's mind.

Isn't this exactly the plot of a doujinshi?

Even if you're complaining, you still have to eat.

"Hey!" Caster tried her best to put on a ferocious and furious expression, but it was all in vain with her pretty face.

"Heh." Ash scoffed as always: "Not fast enough."

Chapter 85: Backstabbing Your Teammate is an Inevitable Part

The Holy Grail War has entered its third night, but apart from the tentative exchange between Archer and Rider, the overall atmosphere remains strangely calm.

Sajō Aika, Mochizuki Oboro, Medea, and Erise. Based on the data on paper, the other three groups can basically give up the fight.

At dusk, at the outpost.

Medea's visit was entirely within Sajō Aika and Kama's expectations. In fact, it was the result of their deliberate guidance.

"If it's for His Highness, I'll do anything you ask."

Medea affectionately hugged Mochizuki Oboro's arm: "Although I'm not good at using destructive magic and not very good at fighting, I will do my best as long as Your Highness wishes to win the Holy Grail War!"

As if some key word had been activated, Ayaka Sajou's face twisted in pain: "What did you call him?"

"Your Highness~" Medea ignored the threatening look in someone's eyes and continued to clutch the hem of Mochizuki Ryou's clothes tightly.

“Change the way you address me. Only I can call you Prince,” Ayaka Sajou said, extremely displeased.

Kama, always eager for drama, chimed in, "Why don't you have a contest? Whoever wins gets to keep shouting."

However, Medea and Sajō Aika both ignored what this guy said.

"Ugh, how domineering." Medea pouted, looking pitifully at Mochizuki Oboro: "What would Your Highness like to be addressed by?"

"Call me whatever you like. Whatever you prefer," said Mochizuki Oboro.

Medea smiled knowingly: "Then, Lord Oboro."

Sajo Aika's chest heaved violently as she tried to calm herself down and not argue with a child.

Although she was not as big as Medea.

Kama lay lazily on the sofa: "After all, you're a participant in the Holy Grail War. How do you think we can trust you?"

She herself shot the arrow; this was merely a test of Medea's capabilities.

Medea took Mochizuki Oboro's right hand and kissed it: "In exchange for offering a Command Seal, I will transfer all control of Medusa to you. In order not to burden you, I will still be responsible for the supply of the demons."

Having achieved this much, neither Aika Sajou nor Kama could find any fault with it.

During her meal, Artoria looked up at Medusa and found that the Lancer did not react.

"What are your thoughts?" Artoria asked.

Medusa, now in her child form, picked up a cup of hot tea: "Servants are the possessions of their Masters; they simply must obey orders."

Medusa also had an unfounded idea in her mind. She believed that Mochizuki Oboro would not do anything to threaten Medea's personal safety.

Artoria put down her chopsticks with satisfaction; the food in front of her had been completely devoured.

"Aren't you going to eat this cherry?"

"No need," Medusa politely declined. "You can have it."

The Knight King gracefully picked up the cherry, placed it on his tongue, and carefully savored its smooth texture.

……

Fukayama-cho, a residential area.

After confirming the location was correct, Ash pressed the doorbell.

A moment later, Atalanta, dressed in casual clothes, opened the door.

"I don't remember booking any home delivery service."

Atalanta narrowed her eyes slightly: "This aura...you are a Servant?"

“Caster, I want to make a deal with you,” Ash said. “Your Master isn’t in good health, but I have a way to cure him.”

As he spoke, Ash unfolded the contract paper: "If you don't believe me, you can sign the contract first."

Atalanta twitched her ears: "What's the price?"

"Help me fight a match. If things don't go well, you have the right to retreat at any time." Ash offered a tempting deal: "How about it?"

Coming to their door is itself a form of implicit threat.

Atalanta didn't know how Caster had found her, but if it could restore Master Alice to health, she wouldn't mind being a mercenary.

Atalanta accepted the contract and reviewed it repeatedly, only nodding after confirming that there were no hidden traps or traps within.

At the same time, on the other side.

An unexpected guest arrived at the temporary single apartment.

Chiyo took a letter from her leg ring and handed it to Erise.

Kiyohime gently waved her fan: "What is this?"

“This is my job. Someone asked me to deliver it to Miss Utsumi,” Chiyome said calmly.

Erise looked puzzled upon seeing the signature: "A letter from my brother? Shouldn't it be Saber who's writing it to me? Why is it Assassin who's in charge?"

Chiyo-onna would never say something like, "Because I was your sister-in-law for a few hours."