Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

Lin Jiu'an didn't pay any attention.

Instead, it urges the power to strengthen the anchor point so that Kama can arrive more quickly.

"Kuan, isn't Kama an enemy?" Minamoto no Yorimitsu couldn't help but ask.

"Wasn't Shuten-dōji an enemy before?"

Lin Jiu'an said something, and upon learning that Kama was coming soon, he was in a great mood. He then put his arms around the slender waists of Minamoto no Yorimitsu and Nagao Kagetora on either side and stepped into the void again.

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As consciousness awoke from the chaos, Scáthach slowly opened her eyes.

However, her body did not receive the stimulation she had become accustomed to, which made Scáthach feel a sense of emptiness for no reason.

"Hmm?"

Scáthach propped herself up on the bed and slowly got up, looking around at everything with a puzzled expression.

The dark flesh and blood that she both loved and hated were gone.

The room was large, about 20 or 30 square meters, furnished with classic furniture. It was a luxurious and elegant bedroom, and she was lying on the white double bed in the room.

'Squeak.'

The bedroom door opened, and Maria appeared in the doorway.

"The master wants to see you."

Scáthach subconsciously sensed the power within her body and found that some of the magic power Lin Jiu'an had given her was still there, and there was even some undigested magic power remaining in her body.

Should we take this opportunity to try and escape?

The thought flashed through Scáthach's mind for a moment, but she immediately hesitated. It wasn't that she was attached to the black mud that she both loved and hated, or to Lin Jiu'an's strength, but rather that Scáthach didn't think Lin Jiu'an would be foolish enough to let her escape.

Maria, however, was in no hurry and stood at the door, smiling as she watched her.

After a long time.

Scáthach got out of bed, her voice hoarse, and said, "Take me to see him."

She wanted to see what Lin Jiu'an was really up to!

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Bet / The Unforgettable Nero

Scáthach followed Maria to the door of a room.

"Master, Miss Scáthach has brought you..."

"come in."

Hearing Lin Jiu'an's teasing voice from inside the room, Scáthach's sense of unease grew stronger, but she still suppressed her uneasy impulses and entered the open room.

Upon entering, a sense of familiarity washed over me.

The room, enveloped in flowing darkness, had no windows; the only entrance was the door she had entered through. In the center of the room stood a pitch-black cross, to which Marda was bound.

Isn't this the room where she's been locked up all this time?!

Could this perverse guy be planning to make me walk back to my room and willingly let myself be hung up there?!

"coming."

Before that pitch-black cross.

Lin Jiu'an was standing there with his arm around Yuzao's slender waist.

She glanced back at Scáthach, whose face was icy cold, and waved her hand: "You've come at the right time, come here."

"What do you want to do?"

Scáthach approached him with a cold expression.

"Look at you, you're in a hurry again."

If you're not the one being tortured, of course you won't be in a hurry!

Scáthach's face grew even colder as she suppressed the urge to stab the other man to death.

Mainly because I can't beat it.

"Tamamo, let's begin."

"Yes, my husband."

With a smile, Tamamo-no-Mae took out a small, transparent red medicine bottle from beneath her magnificent robe, which revealed her snow-white cleavage.

Upon opening the potion, a peculiar fragrance immediately filled the room.

Just from a subconscious sniff, Scáthach felt a burning sensation in her abdomen, and her expression immediately changed.

"This is...?"

She knew that this bastard couldn't possibly have any good intentions!

"Shhh."

Although Martha is still awake, it is clear that she is not in a very clear mind. Her bright, jewel-like pupils have lost focus and are in a daze, unresponsive to anything happening outside.

Tamamo-no-Mae channeled her magic, causing the small bottle to float to Martha's lips, and easily fed all the liquid inside into Martha's mouth.

A few seconds after drinking it, Martha's unfocused beautiful eyes snapped back to attention and narrowed sharply.

"Woo?!!!"

The saint on the cross tensed up.

Her skin, which had regained some of its whiteness after the black mud had faded, now had an eerie pink tinge, and the saintess's face showed visible pain.

Scáthach could understand the meaning of that pain.

And now I finally understand why that bastard was willing to remove the black mud that had been humiliating Martha for the past few days.

"Woo..."

In less than half a minute, Martha was already sobbing intermittently. Her last shred of reason prevented her from begging for mercy, but the drug had already begun to take effect.

Scáthach could no longer hold back and asked coldly, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?"

Lin Jiu'an smiled, looked up to admire the image of the saint on the cross weeping, and wished he could immediately bring Van Gogh...

Never mind, his drawings aren't something a normal person could understand.

“I’ve realized that what I did for you in the past was a reward for you.”

Damn!

Hearing the word 'reward' emphasized, Scáthach's eyes grew even colder and more murderous.

Who does he think cares about his reward?!

If she weren't outmatched by him, Scáthach would have already reduced him to ashes. As for that reward, although she might have gotten a taste for it, she wasn't going to die without a man.

Just then, Lin Jiu'an suddenly turned to look at Scáthach.

How long do you think she can endure this?

A chill ran through Scáthach.

Yes.

The extreme hell that had been there all along was not scary; in fact, it could be considered a "reward" if one set aside shame and dignity. After suddenly escaping the black mud and Lin Jiu'an, there would certainly be a period of withdrawal symptoms, but without external stimulation, one could endure it with willpower.

After all, few of those who can become Heroic Spirits have weak willpower.

But if you only add fuel to the fire without putting it out, very few people can stand it.

Just seeing Martha's pained expression in those few short minutes sent chills down Scáthach's spine. She couldn't imagine how painful it would be if she were the one drinking that medicine.

"Want to try it?"

Scáthach stared at him coldly, without saying a word.

Lin Jiu'an smiled, raised his hand and gently stroked Scáthach's delicate face with his fingers, and the woman did not dodge or resist.

I've done everything for him anyway, so it doesn't matter anymore.

"I told you before that was the last chance, but what can I do when I like you?"

Lin Jiu'an stroked her soft face, then placed his entire right hand on her face, his thumb gently caressing her rosy lips.

"How about we make a bet?"

"What?" Scáthach's gaze remained icy, as if the woman whose face Lin Jiu'an was touching was not her, but someone else entirely.

"Let's have a fight."

"If I win, you'll be my woman from now on."

"If you win, I'll let you go."

Scáthach's face immediately contorted with a mocking expression, as if to say, 'Do I look like an idiot to you?'

She is indeed belligerent.

But you can also tell who can fight and who can't fight at all.

Odin is powerful enough to kill her instantly, but would she be foolish enough to go and challenge him?

The bet Lin Jiu'an proposed was no different from letting him win outright, since she couldn't beat him anyway.

“I will maintain a physical fitness level one level lower than yours under normal circumstances.”

Scáthach's mocking smile gradually faded.

If that's the case, she's still confident she can beat Lin Jiu'an.

Just like Cú Chulainn, whose physical abilities, as the son of God, had already surpassed hers, she, as his master, was still able to outclass him by surpassing his skills and combat prowess.

"Same is fine, plus Martha."

"It's fine, you can't beat me anyway. If I use my abilities to greatly increase my speed and strength, you won't admit defeat then."

Lin Jiu'an smiled nonchalantly: "As for Marda, if you win, I can let you take her with you."

Scáthach gave a cold laugh, said nothing more, and turned to walk outside.

Just as Lin Jiu'an was about to walk outside, Bai Mao Hassan suddenly emerged from the shadows and came to her side.

"Master, news has come back from Richmond that Nero can no longer hold back."

Previously, Tamamo-no-Mae rescued the fake Scáthach, mistaking her for the real one.

After that, the fake Scáthach naturally disguised herself as the real Scáthach and stayed with Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others, allowing Lin Jiu'an to monitor their every move.

"Then let her begin."

"Yes, Master."

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Richmond.

Since Lin Jiu'an moved to Washington, this place has been under the control of the United States Resistance Army.

Because there is a very high-quality underground spiritual vein.

Now, Fujimaru Ritsuka has set up the temporary headquarters of "Chaldea" here, echoing the United States Resistance Army led by Edison, whose headquarters are in Denver.

"Well?!"

In the castle where Lin Jiu'an once lived.

After Lin Jiu'an left, Fujimaru Ritsuka and her Servants naturally moved into this castle, which was built on the core of Richmond's underground spiritual veins.

And in one of the rooms.

Nero was lying in bed.

Although Servants don't need rest, they haven't had much to do lately because they're waiting for Arjuna and Scáthach to recover their power, and they're also researching how to use the last bit of magic power from the underground ley lines to try and summon Servants again.

However, at this time when she should have been sleeping, faint moans and sobs could be heard coming from the girl's room.

"not enough."