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Everyone looked over at the sound and saw Medea standing there at some point. Under her hood, her deep blue vertical pupils were shining with an unprecedented light, her gaze fixed on Kitagawa Kaimu. It was a look of surprise and fervor as if she had discovered a rare treasure.

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"That burst of magic just now was truly spectacular."

Medea walked in slowly, went straight to Kitagawa Kaimu's side, and took her from Mei's hands. "I saw everything."

She helped Hai Meng sit down on a chair, then squatted down, stretched out her slender fingers, gently pinched Hai Meng's wrist, and closed her eyes to carefully feel it.

"As expected..."

A few seconds later, Medea opened her eyes, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement, "The quality of your magic circuits is mediocre, but your 'talent,' or rather, your soul's 'aptitude,' is simply monstrous!"

"Miss Medea, what does this mean?"

Mei Raiden asked with concern.

"This is no longer a simple transformation magic trick."

Medea stood up, her gaze sweeping over everyone present. "This is 'possession,' a high-level technique that allows another 'being' to descend upon oneself. But what puzzles me most is that the object of her possession is actually a fictional character that only exists in stories!"

"Possessing a fictional character?"

Rin Tohsaka's voice came from the doorway; she had clearly been drawn over by the commotion.

She strode into the kitchen, frowning as she looked at Kitagawa Kaimu, who was completely bewildered. "How is this possible? The object of possession must be a real heroic spirit or a deity. This is basic common sense in magic!"

"Common sense is meant to be broken."

Medea's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Ordinary transformation magic can at most imitate appearance, it can't even inherit the other person's personality, let alone use their abilities. But she's different. She just completely transformed into that character called 'Kuroyama Kine,' inheriting her strength and fighting instincts along with her. This is simply an unheard-of miracle."

"Could it be that……"

Gu Ye looked at Kitagawa Kaimu and said thoughtfully, "Is it because of Kaimu's 'love' for this character? She doesn't just imitate, but genuinely wants to become that character. This pure and extreme desire has distorted the laws of magic?"

He could tell that Kaimu Kitagawa really liked these characters.

"'like'?"

Medea pondered the word, her eyes shining even brighter. "What an interesting explanation. To turn fiction into reality—that's already on the realm of magic. It seems your talent is far more precious than I imagined, little girl."

"But... I don't remember anything that just happened."

Kitagawa Kaimu spoke weakly, looking at her body, which was uncomfortable because her clothes were too tight, "It's like... my body started moving on its own."

"This is the price of possession."

Medea's expression turned serious. "Using power that doesn't belong to you will greatly deplete your magic power, and even your life force. You just unconsciously parried, and your magic power was completely drained. If this were during a battle, you probably wouldn't last even a second before dying."

She leaned down, looking directly into Kitagawa Kaimu's eyes, and instructed her word by word: "Remember, never use this power lightly before you learn to control it. It is both your trump card and the sharpest sword pointed at yourself."

Hearing Medea's stern warning, the atmosphere in the kitchen became somewhat heavy for a moment.

Kitagawa Kaimu nodded as if she understood, but a trace of lingering fear remained on her face.

"Alright, alright, that's enough for the technical seminar for now."

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Gu Ye clapped his hands, breaking the heavy atmosphere. "No matter how important the matter is, we can talk about it after we've filled our stomachs. Hai Meng and Saber both need to replenish their energy, and so do we."

He picked up the kitchen knife again, smiled at Raiden Mei who was still in a daze, and said, "Mei, let's continue? This time we'll cut the bacon."

"Ah, okay!"

Raiden Mei snapped out of her daze and quickly responded.

"Rin, could you and Medea please help Haimeng to the living room to rest for a bit?"

Gu Ye then said to Rin Tohsaka, "Also, find her a suitable outfit; she looks like she's having trouble breathing."

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"I'll do it even without you telling me!"

Rin Tohsaka glared at him irritably, but still stepped forward and, together with Medea, helped Kitagawa Kaimu up, one on each side.

Looking at Kitagawa Haimu's exaggerated curves accentuated by her tight clothes, Tohsaka Rin's lips twitched involuntarily, and she muttered under her breath, "What a... foul-looking guy."

After the three girls left, the kitchen returned to its previous tranquility.

In Gu Ye's room, Artoria sat cross-legged on the tatami mat with her eyes closed.

A gentle yet powerful magical force flowed continuously from Gu Ye's body into her spiritual core through the invisible channel of the contract.

It felt like parched land receiving timely rain; the dry magic circuits were quickly filled and nourished, and every breath carried away fatigue, bringing abundant energy.

Her face, which had been pale from overexertion, regained its rosy color at a visible speed.

Not long after, Artoria opened her emerald green eyes, which shone brightly, showing no signs of fatigue.

She stood up, stretched her body, and heard a slight creaking sound from her joints, a sound full of power.

"Master, I have fully recovered."

She spoke softly towards the next room, her tone tinged with gratitude.

As she walked downstairs, a rich aroma of food wafted towards her.

The table was already laden with steaming late-night snacks—golden fried rice with distinct grains, garnished with emerald green scallions and bright red diced meat; perfectly fried bacon sizzling and emitting an enticing aroma of oil; and a pot of steaming vegetable soup.

"Miss Saber, please have a seat!"

Raiden Mei took off her apron and greeted her with a smile.

"It smells really good."

Kitagawa Kaimu had changed into a loose-fitting tracksuit and was holding a large bowl, eating with bulging cheeks, praising the food indistinctly.

Artoria's eyes lit up instantly.

She sat down without any hesitation, picked up a spoon, scooped up a large spoonful of fried rice, and put it in her mouth.

The complex flavors of the various ingredients burst on her taste buds, making her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

"good to eat!"

She exclaimed with genuine admiration.

After a whirlwind meal, everyone felt a satisfied drowsiness.

The exhaustion from the battle and the relaxation of the mind made this night's sleep exceptionally sweet.

Everyone returned to their rooms, and the Tohsaka residence quickly fell into silence, with only the bright moonlight flowing silently outside the window.

Gu Ye lay on the bed, his consciousness quickly sinking into darkness. But this darkness did not last long; a sliver of light seeped in from afar, enveloping him.

When he "opened" his eyes again, he found himself standing on a barren hill.

The sky was leaden gray, and a cold wind howled across the withered grass, filling the air with a sense of desolation and unease.

Below the hill, a dense crowd of people stood, including richly dressed nobles and knights wielding weapons, their faces a mixture of doubt, expectation, and greed.

At the top of the hill, a magnificent longsword was stuck in a huge rock, the gems inlaid on the hilt still glittering faintly in the gloomy sky.

A figure was walking step by step toward the rock.

She was a petite young girl with long, golden hair that was slightly disheveled by the wind. She wasn't wearing armor, just a simple white dress, which seemed out of place in this bleak scene.

Gu Ye recognized her; it was Artoria, who was only fifteen years old and had not yet become king.

Her steps were steady, each step firm and solid.

The whispers of the surrounding knights and the disdainful glances of the nobles seemed to have no effect on her. Her eyes were fixed solely on the sword.

A man dressed in white robes, his face obscured, walked beside her. His voice, like a dreamlike whisper, rang out: "Draw this sword, and you will no longer be human. You will become king, but you will bear a fate heavier than anyone else's, hated by all, and ultimately die alone. Even so, will you still draw it?"

The girl stopped walking, but did not turn around.

She simply gazed silently at the sword that would make her king, the brilliance of the jewels on the hilt reflected in her emerald pupils.

"I see."

Her voice was clear and firm, without the slightest wavering: "From the moment I was born, I was ready. If Britain needs a king to save it, then that person must be me."

After saying that, she didn't hesitate any longer. She stepped forward, stretched out her slender, fair hands, and tightly grasped the cold hilt of the sword.

At that moment, the wind stopped. The whole world seemed to stand still.

She took a deep breath, her arm muscles tensing.

With a hum that seemed to come from ancient times, she slowly, yet irresistibly, pulled the sword from the rock.

A brilliant golden light erupted from the sword, piercing through the leaden clouds and dyeing the entire sky a magnificent gold. The light was so warm and sacred that everyone bathed in it instinctively closed their eyes.

The crowd below the hill erupted in astonished shouts, but these were quickly replaced by awe.

At the center of the light, the girl held the holy sword aloft, her figure illuminated like a god.

She was no longer a frail young girl, but a true queen.

The golden light gradually faded, and the scene before us, like a painting blurred by water, began to become indistinct and distorted.

The hills, the crowds, and the holy sword had all vanished, replaced by a completely different landscape.

Gu Ye found himself in a magnificent white temple.

Sunlight streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

The air was filled with the fragrance of herbs and unknown flowers, warm and tranquil. The clear sound of ocean waves drifted from afar; this place seemed like the end of the world, a secluded utopia.

This is Colchis of the Age of Gods.

A young girl dressed in a purple dress is lying on a huge wooden table, intently carving a blue gemstone in her hand.

Her profile was gentle and focused, and her long blue hair was braided and hung down in front of her chest.

She has inhuman pointed ears, a testament to her noble lineage.

This is Medea in her youth, her face not yet bearing the gloom and coldness that would later appear; only the innocence of a young girl and her thirst for knowledge remain.

"Teacher Hecate, do you think this is alright?"

She carefully picked up the carved gemstone and turned to hand it to a figure shrouded in shadow behind her.

The figure slowly extended a hand and accepted the gem. The hand was flawless, unlike that of an ordinary person.

"Yes, the runes are very precise, and the flow of magic is very stable."

A gentle and wise female voice rang out, with a hint of approval, "Although it is only a very basic magic amplification crystal, it is already very good for a beginner, my child."

"really?"

Medea's blue eyes lit up instantly upon receiving the praise, and a bright smile bloomed on her face, a smile so pure and unadulterated. "That's wonderful! Next time, I'll challenge myself to make even more complex magic props!"

"Don't be impatient, Medea."

The figure known as "Teacher" gently stroked her head. "There are no shortcuts on the path of magic. Remember, the power we use originates from the 'Root' and is connected to the 'Law.' You must revere it, understand it, and then you can master it."

"Yes, teacher! I've got it!"

The girl nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with anticipation for the future and admiration for her teacher.

The sun was shining brightly, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the wind chimes outside the temple rang crisply.

This warm and peaceful scene seemed to last forever.

Meanwhile, Artoria suddenly opened her eyes, sat up from the tatami mat, and beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Her emerald green pupils contracted slightly, her vision still lingering with crimson blood and towering flames.

The dream was so real—the boy's screams, the sound of a blade piercing flesh, and the blond man standing under the moon like a demon—everything was branded into her mind.

"Master's...past?"

She murmured to herself, her voice trembling slightly.

She clenched her fists instinctively, her nails digging deep into her palms.

The ferocity of that battle was no less than any war she had ever experienced.

At almost the same moment, Medea in the next room also woke up from her bed.

She pressed her hand to her chest, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.

As a witch from the Age of Gods, she had witnessed countless cruel scenes, but the despair and madness faced by the boy in her dream still chilled her soul to the bone.

"What a... reckless guy."