FATE: Target of Grand Master

Richard finally recalled the various strange details from before, such as when they first met Sanzang, he shook hands with Sanzang, while Morley raised his sword to salute, presumably because he (or she) was afraid that contact with Sanzang would be perceived as abnormal.

For example, before the final battle, Mo Lai offered to accompany Xia Yan. Although he did contribute to the eventual defeat of the Lion King, this gave Mo Lai the opportunity to completely control the False Crusaders and thus complete the evil god ritual.

Seeing Richard's knowing expression, Morley pressed her slender fingers to her lips and said seductively, "It seems you've already guessed it, Lionheart. That saves me the trouble of explaining. I like intelligent men, and besides, you're not bad looking. If you hadn't been chosen by my god's agent, I would really like to have a reproductive pleasure with you."

"Ugh—!"

The monster that had entangled Richard let out an extremely low growl, as if complaining that Morley had disturbed its meal.

"Okay, okay, I got it."

Morley stepped aside and watched as Richard was swallowed into the monster's gaping maw.

Richard tried to struggle, but to no avail.

After a series of teeth-grinding chewing sounds, Molai raised his hands and stretched.

"The magical power of over a thousand people, plus a single follower—shouldn't you be satisfied now?"

"Ugh—!"

The monster emitted another extremely low sound, which was considered acceptable.

"Once you're satisfied, quickly revert to your original state. Although I've strengthened the magical barrier here, the Lion King isn't someone to be trifled with. If she notices anything amiss, my infiltration plan will be ruined!"

Upon hearing Molai's words, the monster let out another complaining cry, and its body began to shrink, eventually turning into a black cartoon goat doll.

dizziness...

Sal covered his head and slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is a fairly tidy military tent, the dim candlelight illuminating the extremely simple layout of the tent.

Besides a table and a chair, there's only the cot I'm sitting on now.

There was a faint fishy smell in the air, but the subtle fragrance emanating from the table neutralized the smell considerably.

Sal shook his head, trying to figure out why he was there.

He was a Master, but his Servants had all fallen one by one before the gates of Camelot, leaving him all alone.

Just after witnessing the last Servant, Medusa, being destroyed by Xia Yan's Morgan, he seemed to be taken away by the group of pseudo-Crusaders who were fleeing with civilians.

After that, I seemed to meet a male leader named "Jacques de Morais", and then nothing more happened.

"Oh, you're awake?"

Just as Sal was reminiscing about Morai, Morai poked a head into the tent as if he had just seen the opportunity.

"Molai?"

Sal naturally recognized Morai, but the female Morai in front of him was not the same as the male Morai he remembered.

"It is I, Master."

Morley ran enthusiastically to Sal, squatted down, and took Sal's hand that wasn't covering his head.

From Sal's perspective, Moraina's exposed chest was completely visible.

"What's wrong with you?"

Sal was clearly somewhat uncomfortable with Morai's enthusiasm.

Molai showed no intention of backing down. She slowly straightened her back, leaned forward, and brought her face closer to Sal's.

To avoid bumping into each other, Sal, who was originally sitting on the edge of the bed, could only lean back and then lie down on the bed, staring directly at Morai, who was pressing him down.

Morley flashed an extremely alluring smile and said, "Kind Master, my mana is almost depleted. Could you please replenish my mana?"

Replenish mana?

Wait a minute, is this the kind of mana replenishment I'm thinking of?

As Morley placed Sal's hand on his chest, he leaned down and whispered seductively in Sal's ear, "Master, if you replenish my mana, I'll regain my fighting strength. Then I'm willing to sign a contract with you to help you continue your Master Trial. If you miss this opportunity, you'll be trapped in this trial forever, disappearing along with this world. You don't want to die, do you?"

Sal's previously dead heart was rekindled by Morai's words.

Yes, if I had a choice, of course I wouldn't want to die.

What living being would want to die?

"However, even though I signed the contract, I didn't complete the mission and didn't have a teleportation orb, so I still can't leave the trial."

Thrall had already begun to think about how to leave this trial, ignoring how Morai knew about the Master Trial.

"You don't need to worry about that. My class is Descendant, which means I came to this world from the outside. Since I can come in from the outside, I can naturally leave from here as well."

Morai's words struck a chord with Sal.

"real?"

"Of course it's true. However, that's only if I have enough magic power. So..."

Morley's hands began to roam over Sal's body.

Although Thrall still had some reservations about having a Servant throw themselves at him, he thought about it again and realized that he was already in this situation, so what else could he possibly lose?

Then, joyful sounds, symbolizing fertility, rang out inside the military tent.

After a passionate night of lovemaking, Sal got out of bed, completely satisfied.

For some reason, Sal felt no fatigue at all, and instead felt a contractual connection with Morai.

"Molai, why do I feel like I've already signed a contract with you?"

In response to Sal's question, Morai, who was still adjusting his attire, smiled slightly and said, "Master, you are right. We have completed the contract ritual."

Sal was oblivious to Morai's misinterpretation of the contract as a ritual, still basking in the dual thrill of the previous pleasure and the renewed hope.

"Molai, let's get out of here quickly. We'll work together to succeed in the trials to come."

Hearing Sal's hopeful words, Morai's lips curled up slightly.

"I still don't know your name, Master."

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sal, Sal Dius. Um, I got a little too excited just now, I hope I didn't hurt you?"

Thrall felt a sense of responsibility towards the Servant who had restored his mana.

"Sael, you're so gentle."

Mo Lai sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her snow-white legs.

"It's alright, although I do often get said that about myself. Um, let's talk about it when we get back to the safe house. After all, this is the trial area, and there could be danger at any time."

"Yes, Sal, you're right."

Morai nodded in agreement.

"That..."

"But before that, there's one thing we need to confirm first."

"Can't we wait until we get back to the safe house to confirm something?" Sal asked, puzzled.

"Of course, it's a question of who is the master and who is the servant between me and Sal."

"Why?"

Before Thrall could understand why Morai would ask such a question, Morai's eyes turned gold, and he said in an extremely authoritative tone, "Thall, kneel down and lick my feet."

Sal's body ignored his own consciousness, immediately kneeling down and crawling on all fours to Morai's feet, where he began to lick him with his tongue.

Morley smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good, very good, this is how my Master should be. I will cherish you from now on."