Type-Moon: Root Seiko

It wasn't someone else's wish, but Luo Zhen's own desire—pure selfishness.

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The next morning, Luo Zhen's house was once again bustling with activity.

To prevent any accidents, Luo Zhen had hidden the Tohsaka sisters in Yuzu's mansion beforehand, and also asked his two girlfriends to stay away.

That way, if a battle breaks out in the main house, Ryougi and Jeanne can fight without any worries.

But now the situation is different, and Luo Zhen has decided to trust Irisviel and Canaan.

Therefore, early in the morning, Luo Zhen picked up his two good sisters and let Orange and Yuzhu have breakfast without worry.

Wow! What an adorable baby!

Irisviel, who seems to really love children, was immediately charmed by the exquisite and beautiful Tohsaka sisters!

Her eyes practically shone with the word "baby," and she rushed forward to give them a tight hug, making the little ladies feel a strong sense of crisis!

On the other side, Canaan, who had been replenishing his sugar levels with banana-infused milk since early morning, watched the puppeteer and the witch with great interest.

Especially when it came to the pearl, Canaan quickly showed an expression of sudden realization:

"I see. The scent from the west side of Fuyuki City is from you. The scent of the doll aunt in the east is more obvious, but the strange fog in the west has left me puzzled, so I haven't dared to come over. That's not surprising, it turns out it was you who's been watching."

"Hey little girl, who is Auntie calling?" Orange immediately grasped the key point!

Canaan quickly laughed it off and hummed a little tune as he waited for breakfast.

The berserker next to her, still wearing a hoodie and stockings, remained like a sensitive wildcat, constantly observing these people with his fur standing on end.

"Magicians, magicians, they're all magicians. Master, be careful, don't let your guard down. Magicians are a bunch of treacherous bastards who have betrayed their faith; who knows when they'll turn on you... Hey, don't pull down my mask! I'll eat it myself!"

Canaan's younger sister is so naive. The Berserker, who considers herself the Master's older sister, had no choice but to comply and take off her mask to eat a banana.

Canaan also felt that his younger sister (referring to the Berserker) was too easily startled. As her older sister who considered herself a follower, he had to take responsibility and let her enjoy life more.

These two probably still don't know that the other treats them like a younger sister, and they both assume that the other is the older sister.

Where is that white child?

Suddenly affected by the berserk state, the berserker couldn't hide his questions and bluntly asked Luo Zhen, who was busy in the kitchen:

"What happened to the child you held in your arms at church a month ago?"

"Then you'll have to ask my saintess." Luo Zhen gave Joan of Arc a wink.

This immediately made Joan of Arc blush with embarrassment, her lips curving into wavy lines. She was too ashamed to admit that the body she was using now belonged to that child.

Later, at the dinner table, which deeply moved King Arthur, Luo Zhen brought up the important matter that he hadn't had time to discuss the previous night:

"So I want to form an alliance temporarily, the three of us."

"Was Canaan's ambush at the dock yesterday meant to warn us of an underground attack?"

"Mmm-hmm." Canaan nodded, stuffing his mouth full of sausages. "I saw something about to attack, but I didn't know what it was. I didn't expect it to be golems. I don't know where those things were hiding before."

"Yes, that's the problem."

Luo Zhen bluntly stated: "My lover, Chengzi, is a puppeteer. The puppets she makes are all over Xindu, and the surveillance network has already covered the city."

“My other lover, Yuzhu, is a witch. Her barrier covers the entire town of Fukayama, and no one can escape her surveillance, especially at night.”

"Even so, we still haven't figured out where those golems that suddenly appeared on the dock came from. I think those things were probably created by Heroic Spirits, and they are the most dangerous opponents right now."

"I hope we can take down that guy, and ideally, other future rivals as well. When only the three of us are left in the Holy Grail War, let's discuss how to decide the winner in the most peaceful way possible, okay?"

Canaan replied without hesitation, "Yes, I agree."

"Anyway, I'm just participating in the Holy Grail War for fun. The woman who invited me hopes I'll die in the process, but I have no interest in the Holy Grail, nor any desire for it... But I'm very interested in you, Ryou! Let's modify our guns, I'll borrow your revolver to play with!"

It turned out that the woman had seen Luo Zhen's gun, which was why she warned them about the attack on the dock. This was indeed unexpected.

As Canaan teemed with activity, Irisviel swallowed the food in her mouth and wiped her glossy lips, which were stained with oil.

"If it's not an alliance, but a ceasefire, then we'll accept it."

The android princess, having regained her strength, said:

"Rōjin and Canaan, your wishes may not conflict, and forming an alliance is reasonable. But my goal is to prevent anyone else from using the Greater Grail, which will probably still conflict with yours."

"Therefore, it's best if we don't interfere too deeply in each other's affairs. I'm also very concerned about who intervened in our duel at the docks, and I'll make investigating that a primary objective. Until then, I promise I won't be your enemy, how about that?"

Chapter 58 Teacher Orange's Little Classroom

After giving her a few brief instructions, Irisviel quickly prepared to set off.

She drove her Lamborghini out of the garage and rolled down the window, much to Luo Zhen's envious gaze:

"Then we'll head back first. We'll keep in touch through our familiar... Rozen? Why do you look so pitiful? Ugh, are you really that reluctant to leave?"

“That’s true, what young man doesn’t like driving?” Luo Zhen answered very honestly.

This made Irisviel, who rarely wanted to tease him, freeze in her tracks. After blinking several times, she realized: So what he was reluctant to part with was the car?

This made the princess's smile even wider, like a mask welded to her face, which was a little scary.

Joan of Arc spoke up before Irisviel could accelerate away: "Are you sure you don't need us to escort you to the castle gate?"

She frowned slightly, a hint of worry in her eyes, and leaned closer to the window: "The opponent who controls the golem might very well attack again."

“Miss Alice, it might not be very convincing for me to say this. But I trust my Master; she wouldn't do something like stabbing someone in the back. Considering the potential attacker hasn't been caught yet, why don't you continue staying here…”

"Thank you, Saber. You are truly a good girl worthy of the name of a saint."

Irisviel's smile this time was genuine; her eyes and brows visibly softened.

"What you say makes a lot of sense. But I'm sorry, I still can't stay."

"Because Luo Zhen's cooking is so delicious, I can't help but eat it several times."

"Hmm? Uh...isn't this good?"

Joan of Arc was even more confused.

Joan of Arc had observed Irisviel's appetite both last night during her midnight snack and this morning at breakfast. Irisviel's appetite wasn't large, less than a quarter of her own.

Of course, my eating more is all to replenish my magic power, so as not to burden Miss Orange and Miss Pearl as much as possible. It's definitely not because the food is too delicious and I've succumbed to the sin of overeating, unable to control my desires, and finally giving up and thinking that eating more is to replenish Karen's nutrition, and that I'm eating for two people—that's not the kind of thinking a pregnant mother would have! Absolutely not!!

The Holy Maiden is having a wonderful time every day, that's the only thing that's certain.

Irisviel's silver hair swayed gently: "If I eat this a few more times, I won't be able to quit."

...?

As Joan of Arc stared blankly, the Lamborghini roared away, quickly disappearing from the residential area.

Luo Zhen patted Jeanne on the shoulder: "Come in. We have a war meeting to attend; you'll be busy."

"……Um."

Joan of Arc nodded obediently, but she couldn't forget the look in Irisviel's eyes before she left.

They get along very well, and even as opponents in the Holy Grail War, they can compete fairly without any regrets.

Why then did her eyes look so sad?

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In Luo Zhen's large living room, the family sat around the dining table again.

Canaan, like a lazy leopard cat, sprawled on the table, rummaging through the snack tray, and soon a small mountain of candy wrappers piled up in front of him.

Today's tutor is Jeanne d'Arc, who is teaching Rin and Sakura Japanese in the children's room using the knowledge package given by the Holy Grail.

The only pity is that this village girl, who was illiterate during her lifetime, had to read through her two children's elementary school textbooks and compare them with the knowledge in her head before she could exclaim with amazement, "So that's how it is!" and marvel at the level of human civilization.

This left the Tohsaka sisters feeling very disappointed, both looking at each other with a sense of "Is this Servant really okay?" They also wished that if they were to summon a Servant in the future, they would never summon one like this.

At the table where they were discussing serious matters, Orange took out a transparent sealed box and placed it on the table. Inside was a fragment of a magic puppet.

Orange casually crossed her legs: "It's obvious at a glance that the materials are soil, stones, and branches. The prototype is the original humans created by God blowing dust, a typical Kabbalah esoteric system."

"I've fought quite a few in the Middle East, though none of them were this strong."

Canaan casually interjected, the hard candy protruding from his cheek rolling around with the movement of his tongue.

Orange nodded calmly: "By human standards, while it's not impossible for someone to create puppets of this strength, controlling such a large number at once is incredible. Each of these individuals is equivalent to an E-rank Heroic Spirit. Only Saber and Lancer are strong enough to eliminate them like cutting melons and vegetables."

"Stronger than your puppet? Heretical magician." Kyoko suddenly spoke.

This incredibly stubborn girl still refuses to take off her mask, only showing her reluctance when eating.

This stubbornness and inability to keep secrets are probably also effects of the berserk state.

Orange raised her chin dismissively: "Don't call me a heretic. I'm not religious. If I had to say, I only believe in Norse mythology, that's my area of ​​expertise."

"Then it's time for a little science lesson for you. My puppets are based on a more modern system, closer to the field of mechanical arts, and are made of inorganic materials. Although I can create puppets that are 'exactly the same as real people,' it doesn't mean I would use any living human organs or anything like that."

"On the contrary, the older the puppet-making technique, the bloodier it is, filled with methods such as human sacrifice and turning the living into puppets. The materials used are also more organic, the so-called 'closer to nature'."

As Teacher Orange continued talking, she became quite engrossed in it.

She actually put on those exquisite glasses that switched personalities, and even her tone became gentler and more considerate: