A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

After arriving at an open space, Wang Chong took out a treasure from his body: the Distant Ideal Land. After tapping the treasure, Wang Chong cleared his throat and said, "Merlin? Merlin, you old scoundrel? Magical Merry? Are you coming out or not? If you don't come out soon, I'm going to go and complain to your king."

"Hey, my little brother, stop knocking. I'm coming right now!" A voice rang out in the air, and then, amidst a shower of petals, a flower thief with a helpless expression made his grand entrance.

"You promised to handle King Arthur's matter so readily, but you've been dragging your feet for ages. The one in black told me that if you don't handle this well, she'll storm into Avalon and whip you with a curry stick," Wang Chong said irritably.

"After all, it's dream time right now. You know, we Nightmare Clan love to absorb the things that bring us joy from other people's dreams. That's how our clan survives," Merlin said with a grin.

“There’s nothing wrong with purebred Nightmares doing this… You’re half-human, half-Nightmare, are you sure you want to use this excuse? Why don’t we go to that black King Arthur and give him a proper explanation?” Wang Chong said, grabbing Merlin and trying to lead him toward Artoria (Alter).

"Hey, hey, don't do that. We can talk this over. Don't keep trying to steer me toward the King. It's the middle of the night, and the King needs to rest." Merlin's face immediately fell, and he quickly advised.

"Discuss? Sure, but you'll need to do one extra thing for me later. Let's go to the dungeon to see your king first; we'll settle everything there anyway." With that, Wang Chong pulled Merlin in another direction. Merlin looked miserable; so he had to see his king no matter what, huh?

……

Upon arriving at the dungeon, Merlin initially noticed that the place was not much different from an ordinary bedroom, except that a specific magical formula had been set up inside to render the Servants inside powerless and unable to unleash their Noble Phantasms. Furthermore, the railings and doors had been reinforced with a magical array to enhance their sturdiness.

Then, Merlin met his King Arthur. Looking at Artoria, who was now incredibly weak and looked no different from an ordinary little girl, Merlin sighed. He had witnessed Artoria's battle that night and knew that she had reached a crucial point; it was time for her to resolve the knot in her heart.

"The one who tied the knot must untie it... This knot in her heart is largely her own fault, but you are also involved. Merlin, it's time for you to give your Knight King a proper explanation," Wang Chong said calmly.

"Artoria's current mental state meets the requirements. She only needs someone to give her a push before she takes that final step out of her inner turmoil. Your dream abilities are capable of doing just that. After she resolves her inner conflict, you can tell her the truth about this Holy Grail War and what happened to me. Of course, how you narrate it is up to you—whether you embellish it, tell the truth, or just have a bit of fun and create some weird and wonderful things, it's all up to you."

"My king's inner conflict will definitely be resolved. However, young man, don't overthink it. I will naturally tell you the truth about the Holy Grail War and your situation. I don't have any other merits, but I am honest." Merlin said with a smile.

"I don't believe you for a second. You're a wicked old man who's lived for a thousand years." Wang Chong curled his lip. He wasn't worried that Merlin would say anything nonsense, because he knew very well that Artoria wouldn't believe the old thief either. She knew Merlin better than he did. If she believed even three or four parts of it, the old thief would have to burn incense for his ancestors.

The reason Merlin repeated it was simply to give Artoria time to prepare and prepare, so she could desensitize herself and avoid becoming overly agitated upon learning of his betrayal and deception. This would also allow him to better persuade Artoria.

"So, may I begin now?" Merlin asked.

“Don’t rush. It’s your duty to help the King of Knights resolve his inner conflict. But Merlin, don’t forget, you just promised me you’d do something extra. Let’s do that first.” After saying that, Wang Chong grabbed Merlin and started walking deeper into the dungeon. After descending several steps, they finally arrived at the dungeon room where Joan of Arc was being held.

"This?" Merlin looked at Joan of Arc, who was still unconscious, with a strange expression.

“Although Joan of Arc is temporarily unconscious due to the sleeping poison of Semiramis, I am worried about the methods of the Heroic Spirits. As a Ruler, I wonder if there will be any countermeasures. Therefore, I need you to create a simple dream to keep Joan of Arc asleep until she wakes up in the morning. What do you say?” Wang Chong said.

In fact, Wang Chong could also create things like dreams, but that required him to use the black mist to influence the corresponding individual to a certain extent. Just like Irisviel, the Lesser Grail was directly connected to the source of the black mist of his Greater Grail in Fuyuki, allowing him to control it.

Therefore, if Wang Chong wants to use the same trick on Joan of Arc as Irisviel did, he must first use the black mist to corrupt her. However, he might accidentally wake Joan of Arc himself, so it would be better to let Merlin use his Nightmare ability to keep Joan of Arc asleep.

"Well... if I create a dream, I'm afraid a Servant of Jeanne's willpower level would be discovered by her, right?" Merlin said with some difficulty.

"You, who can use a dream to directly control Tiamat for a long time, have the nerve to pretend to be weak with me?" Wang Chong thought to himself, then said, "Well, you shouldn't be able to keep Joan of Arc asleep without creating a dream, right?"

“That’s not difficult at all. After all, it’s natural to sleep when it gets dark.” Merlin waved his flower wand, and some petals swirled around Jeanne before returning to his hand. Merlin then made a peace sign and said, “Done.”

“Alright, then I’ll leave the persuasion of the Knight King to you.” Wang Chong checked Joan of Arc’s mental state and, after confirming that she had entered a deep sleep, nodded and said.

"Can I only control the dream without entering it?"

"No way! You should pay back your debts in person. Beating you up is too lenient. And if I'm not mistaken, this body you're in isn't your original one, is it? You're really shameless." Wang Chong patted Merlin's shoulder hard, then grabbed him and headed upstairs to where Artoria was being held.

"Even if it's not my true form, I can still feel pain, just like now—ouch, ouch, ouch! Dear brother, stop pinching me, can't I go apologize to you in person?" Merlin said in pain.

……

After assigning Merlin the mission, Wang Chong returned to the residential area. However, he did not go to Irisviel's room immediately, but went to Ilya's room first.

At that moment, Ilya was sleeping soundly, hugging her brown bear plush pillow, but because of her somewhat awkward sleeping posture, she had kicked off the blanket. Wang Chong picked up the blanket and covered Ilya with it again. Then, Wang Chong gently tapped the top of Ilya's head, and a wisp of black mist entered Ilya's mind.

Ilya frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed, showing no other unusual reaction. Due to her practice of magic and her close relationship with Wang Chong, Ilya already possessed some degree of the black mist's power, so her body did not reject the black mist given to her by Wang Chong.

"Alright, everything is ready." Wang Chong chuckled, then left the room, slowly closing the door behind him. Tonight, everyone, regardless of who they are, will have a sweet dream all to themselves.

Chapter 306 What's wrong with the world of dreams?

In a daze, Irisviel opened her beautiful eyes once more. Looking at the familiar, pitch-black surroundings, she couldn't help but smile bitterly. What was the point of her returning here now?

Yes, this time Irisviel knew. She had fallen asleep again, entering that recurring dream. She had thought that through that dream, she had found a way to unravel the future. She had even become determined to avoid that bleak future.

But fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on her. She had indeed successfully broken the rules of that room, but the result was a devastating gust of wind that easily destroyed all her efforts. Even her beloved daughter died in that gust… and she could do nothing about it.

Whenever she recalled these memories, Irisviel's pain would resurface and become unbearable, a feeling as if her heart were being torn apart. Sometimes she wondered why she even had consciousness, why she had to confront these painful memories, why she had to live such a agonizing life…

"Yes, isn't this hell? Hell... If I go back to hell, I can see Ilya again... Yes, this is hell. Ilya! Ilya!" Irisviel realized this in a daze. She remembered seeing Ilya in her last dream. Now that she was back in the dream, where was Ilya?

"Ilya! Ilya... uh." As Irisviel continued calling out, she suddenly felt something bump against her buttocks. Irisviel turned around, her eyes instantly welling up with tears. Her hands trembled uncontrollably; she wanted to reach out, but was afraid that she might accidentally destroy what was in front of her.

"Bang...bang...ma...Mom?"

A petite figure was repeatedly headbutting Irisviel's body. Though blurry and indistinct like a ghost, Irisviel recognized the figure's features all too well. Coupled with the familiar voice calling her name, Irisviel could no longer restrain herself. She turned around, bent down, and embraced the petite figure, crying out:

“Ilya…I’m sorry…Ilya…”

The ghostly figure, resembling Ilya, merely tilted its head, as if it didn't understand what Irisviel was doing. Relying solely on its former instincts, it rammed into Irisviel and called out, "Mom... Mom?"

Upon hearing Ilya's cries, Irisviel only cried louder, venting her emotions. Little did she know, her cries would once again bring her into danger.

Several vengeful spirits were drawn by Irisviel's voice, especially the negative emotions she was venting. To them, these negative emotions were like the finest delicacy. The spirits slowly approached, and once Irisviel was within their attack range, they let out a roar and charged at her.

Although Irisviel was crying very emotionally, she still paid attention to the situation outside. After hearing the howling of the monsters, she remembered that there were not only herself and Ilya in Hell, but also those terrible monsters.

"Illya! Run!" Sensing the danger, Irisviel immediately released Illya and urged her to escape, while she turned around, opened her arms, and tried to use herself to hold back the monsters.

But Irisviel soon realized that Ilya was hitting her buttocks again. She then understood that Ilya, now a demon, had little intelligence, couldn't understand her words, and didn't know how to dodge.

"Fine... even if it's just a dream, at least Mom can protect you in this dream." With that thought, Irisviel shielded Ilya behind her, and closed her eyes as the demons about to devour her body approached.

"Qiangqiang-"

Suddenly, several whooshing sounds rang out, but the expected gnawing pain did not come. Irisviel opened her eyes and saw the back that had reassured her countless times, wielding that iconic green greatsword, eliminating the monsters one by one.

“Mr. Wang Chong…” Irisviel couldn’t remember this being the first time this man had saved her, whether in reality or in a dream. She figured she could never repay him in this lifetime. Yet, Irisviel also wished that he hadn’t saved her when she fell from the sky, so she wouldn’t have to live such a painful life anymore.

“It’s all over now, Madam. Apart from the three of us, these should be the last few vengeful spirits. With this, we have completely cleared out all the vengeful spirits in Fuyuki City.” At this moment, after Wang Chong had completely transformed those vengeful spirits, he turned to look at Irisviel and said in a somewhat relaxed tone.

"Huh? All cleaned up?" Irisviel couldn't help but look a little confused.

"Well, thanks to Madam's help, using that... cough cough, anyway, the plan went smoothly, and for a long time no vengeful spirits were attracted, and I regained my senses again. Afterwards, to see if there were any remaining ghosts, I left behind a wisp of black mist that could return at any time, and then left to search for those remaining vengeful spirits. It just so happens that Madam also wanted to spend some time alone with your daughter, so I left first."

After hearing Wang Chong recount what had happened, Irisviel noticed that she was no longer naked and had put her clothes back on, as if nothing had happened.

"Is this the end?" Irisviel murmured to herself.

“Yes, I’m also quite moved. We actually accomplished this great feat. Everyone has been successfully purified, so we can now peacefully enter the cycle of reincarnation.” After saying this, Wang Chong couldn’t help but look at Irisviel and her daughter Ilya behind her, and said, “Of course, if you want to spend some more time with your daughter, I don’t mind. However, I still hope you can make some decisions as soon as possible. The dead cannot be brought back to life, neither can she.”

"Um... I understand." Irisviel nodded involuntarily. Wang Chong didn't say much, casually found a spot with his back to Irisviel, and said, "Alright, you guys continue. If you feel uncomfortable, I can go a little further away... Madam?"

Suddenly, Wang Chong felt a pair of incredibly soft and elastic touches on his back. Irisviel had actually hugged him from behind. Even Irisviel herself was surprised by what she was doing. What was wrong with her? Why had she suddenly hugged him?

"Because you don't want it to end, do you?" Irisviel seemed to hear the voice deep within her own heart.

"Don't want...it to end?"

"Yes, here is the man you love most right now, and your beloved daughter. Even if this is just a dream, don't you want to stay here a little longer? Are you willing to just watch this dream end so abruptly?" The voice in your heart seemed to be responding to your own question.

“But…it’s all fake…it’s just a dream,” Irisviel said to herself.

"Heh, so what if it's fake? So what if it's real? Is the real thing necessarily good?" The voice in my mind chuckled, though it was my own voice, it sounded so eerie.

"What's wrong with the world of dreams? Reality is too cruel; it will only make the emptiness in your heart grow bigger and bigger."

“The emptiness… is getting bigger and bigger.” Irisviel’s heart trembled once again. She remembered the helplessness and despair she felt when she learned of Ilya’s death and when the people she knew left her one by one.

"You should understand that your daughter won't come back in reality. But here, even if she's confused, she's still with you, isn't she?" the voice continued. "Besides, he's here too. You've already established your relationship in reality, haven't you? So what if it's in a dream? You're not actually holding back in the dream, are you? Or do you no longer want to feel his embrace?"

"No... that's not it. But, dreams always have to end, don't they?" Irisviel didn't know what she was rejecting; she only felt that every time she heard that strange voice in her heart, she became more and more restless.

"Wake up eventually? Who says so? The dream is yours to keep; you can stay in it forever if you want. In other words, you'll only wake up because you long to. So... telling me now is also telling yourself, do you want this dream to end and return to that cruel reality?" That voice struck Irisviel's heart like a gavel.

What should I do?

"Aren't you already doing it?" The voice opened its mouth with a seductive tone, speaking to Irisviel and also to Wang Chong, whom it was holding, "Mr. Wang Chong... could you hug me one more time?"

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Chapter 307 Ilya is still here

"Bah... ahh..."

A muffled sound echoed throughout the dark space, while "Ilya" tilted her head, looking at everything before her, as if trying to understand what was happening.

After Irisviel uttered those words, Wang Chong didn't hesitate much. He turned around and embraced Irisviel. As they felt each other's warmth rising, Irisviel unexpectedly wrapped her arms around Wang Chong's neck and kissed him.

The two embraced, and time seemed to stand still. Wang Chong greedily absorbed Irisviel's scent, as if trying to meld her into his own body. Irisviel, on the other hand, was completely immersed in this long-awaited intimacy, forgetting the pain and cruelty of reality.

Their tongues intertwined, saliva mingled, every movement filled with silent love. Irisviel's arms wrapped around Wang Chong's neck, holding him tightly as if trying to merge him into her own body. Wang Chong's hands roamed over her back, gently caressing her, offering her endless comfort.

As passion intensified, their reason gradually crumbled. Irisviel's cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed, and she let out low moans. Wang Chong felt a surge of heat rush to his lower abdomen, and desire ignited within him.

They kissed for an unknown amount of time before finally parting, Irisviel's face flushed crimson, her allure tinged with shyness, like that of a naive young girl. This was one reason why Wang Chong remained so enamored with Irisviel. Only Irisviel could so perfectly blend the qualities of a young girl and a mature woman.

"It's so sudden, isn't it... Mr. Wang Chong? I'm so sorry... Without realizing it, I feel like I've come to like you, and even become inseparable from you..." Irisviel cupped Wang Chong's face in her hands and said, "I know it sounds strange... Actually, everything that's happening now is just a dream. Whether Fuyuki is burned down or whatever, the real Holy Grail War has only just ended on the fourth night."

Wang Chong seemed unsurprised, simply nodding and listening attentively to Irisviel's next words. After her internal monologue and the recent intimacy, Irisviel made her choice: she wanted to immerse herself in this world, to forget the pain of reality, and escape into this dream world.

“Everyone… is gone. My daughter, Saber, Jeanne d'Arc… all gone. The whole world, just like this place, is now only you and me left.”

“So, this is all a dream. At least here, I saw Saber return to her original place, I saw Jeanne d'Arc impersonating Leticia… and most importantly, you and Illya are both here.” Irisviel rested her head on Wang Chong’s chest, feeling the sense of security, and continued:

“I don’t want this to end like this. Call me despicable or cowardly if you want... So Mr. Wang Chong, please, please stay here. Just let this dream continue. Just let me keep feeling your warmth... The Holy Grail War doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Okay, I promise you.” As soon as she finished speaking, Irisviel heard an affirmative reply from the other party. Irisviel couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion. She looked up at Wang Chong and couldn’t help but ask, “Why… why are you always so good to me, Mr. Wang Chong?”

Wang Chong didn't answer directly, but instead proved his point with actions. He pulled Irisviel into his arms once more. This time, the pull was stronger, and the determination more resolute. Irisviel was initially surprised, but then obediently leaned against his broad chest.

Their hearts raced, their breathing quickened. Irisviel could feel Wang Chong's strong heartbeat, which made her feel incredibly safe. Wang Chong, on the other hand, was intoxicated by the faint fragrance emanating from Irisviel, and couldn't help but press his face against her neck, inhaling deeply.

“Because I love you, my dear. No, now I should be able to call you Alice, right?” Wang Chong whispered sweet nothings in Irisviel’s ear.

Irisviel shuddered and looked up at Wang Chong. Their eyes met, and without a word, they understood the deep affection in each other's eyes. Irisviel first nodded in tacit agreement, answering Wang Chong's question. Then she reached out and gently stroked Wang Chong's face. Her slender fingers tenderly traced the contours of his face, finally resting on his lips.

Wang Chong took Irisviel's fingers into his mouth and began to lick and suck them one by one. Irisviel couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, only to have her mouth silenced by Wang Chong's domineering kiss. The kiss was intense and deep, as if trying to completely merge the two of them. Irisviel felt as if she were enveloped by Wang Chong's heat, her bones going weak.

She responded passionately to Wang Chong's advances, her impatient movements only adding to the allure. Wang Chong's hands ignited her body, sending shivers down her spine wherever they touched. Irisviel felt like a fledgling bird, reveling in this moment of pleasure under Wang Chong's protection.

Gradually, Irisviel's body grew hotter and hotter, and her consciousness became increasingly blurred. She knew she could no longer resist the pleasure Wang Chong brought her. She relaxed her whole body, letting Wang Chong do as he pleased. In this dark world, she was no longer that helpless, pitiful person who had lost her daughter, relatives, and friends, but a simple little woman who belonged only to Wang Chong, only needing to enjoy the pampering he gave her.

Wang Chong noticed Irisviel's reaction and knew that she liked him too.

Then, in the heat of passion, Irisviel and Wang Chong's hands uncontrollably explored each other's bodies. Irisviel trembled slightly as Wang Chong unbuttoned her clothes. With each button released, her heart pounded faster. When the last piece of clothing fell away, she instinctively covered her private parts with her arms.

Wang Chong gently moved Irisviel's arm away, carefully admiring her beautiful body. Irisviel's skin was as white as jade, and even shrouded in black mist, it still radiated an alluring color. Her breasts were full and firm, with two pink peaks trembling slightly; her waist was slender and supple, and her buttocks were round and perky; her long legs were tightly pressed together, with a few traces of moisture on the inner thighs.

Wang Chong's Adam's apple bobbed as he leaned down to kiss Irisviel's collarbone. The tingling sensation made Irisviel groan involuntarily, her body writhing in response. Wang Chong traced his path upwards along her collarbone, stopping at the tip of her breast, gently nibbling and sucking. Irisviel tilted her head back, pushing her breasts even deeper into Wang Chong's mouth.

“Don’t stop…keep going…” Irisviel murmured, looking at Wang Chong with hazy eyes.

Encouraged, Wang Chong reached between Irisviel's legs with his right hand. It was already wet, and his fingers slid in easily. Irisviel gasped, her legs instinctively clamping together. Wang Chong gestured for her to relax, while simultaneously increasing the pressure of his fingers.

"Ah...so comfortable..." Irisviel couldn't help but exclaim, her waist swaying back and forth in sync with Wang Chong's movements.

Wang Chong's left hand wasn't idle either, kneading Irisviel's breasts and occasionally flicking the tips. Under this dual stimulation, Irisviel's body quickly reached the edge of climax.

Wang Chong patiently teased every sensitive spot on Irisviel's body, causing her to tilt her head back and let out broken moans. She had never experienced anything like this before; the intense stimulation almost made her lose her mind. Until she could no longer bear it, she trembled and reached her climax. Irisviel gasped for breath and knelt directly on the ground, her face flushed with excitement.

"So, Madam, are you ready for the next step?" At this moment, while giving Irisviel a moment to catch her breath, Wang Chong took off his clothes, and his large desire was directly in front of Irisviel.

Irisviel stared at the thick, erect member, inhaling its familiar, pungent scent, and involuntarily swallowed. After only a short while, her honeyed orifice was once again glistening with moisture. But then, out of the corner of her eye, Irisviel caught sight of the ghostly figure of Ilya, who was staring intently in her direction, and a sudden tremor ran through her.

Oh no, how could I have forgotten that Ilya is here?

Chapter 308 The Wife's Dark Turn (Part 1)

When Irisviel noticed Ilya, she hesitated again. But before she could ponder for long, that peculiar voice in her mind rang out once more: "What's wrong? Are you really not going to continue just because your daughter is here?"

"I...I don't want her to see this side of me." Having her thoughts exposed, Irisviel felt a tremor in her heart and silently replied.

"Have you forgotten... that you already did it in front of me once before? You don't think it's useful to pretend to be reserved now, do you?" For some reason, Irisviel seemed to see a phantom that looked very much like herself appearing beside Illya, stroking Illya's head. Illya seemed to sense it and looked quite enjoying it.

"See? Ilya doesn't care what her mother looks like. Besides, Ilya will definitely wish her mother happiness, won't she?" The phantom that looked exactly like her spoke, and Ilya nodded slightly as if she understood.

"Ugh..." Irisviel was speechless for a moment. She didn't know if this was the real scene unfolding before her, or merely a hallucination created by her own deepest desires. But once again, Irisviel's heart stirred.

However, in fact, Irisviel didn't even have a chance to choose before she heard Wang Chong's voice enter her ears: "Irisviel, can you help me?"

Then Irisviel felt something kissing her lips. The unique scent immediately triggered a conditioned reflex in Irisviel's body. She reached out her right hand and gripped the gun barrel, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, teasing and entwining it, more skillfully than a child licking a Planet Cup snack.

By the time Irisviel regained consciousness, she had already expertly licked it. Feeling uneasy, she looked in Ilya's direction, only to find that Ilya was just staring curiously, without any other reaction, and without the disgust that had previously startled Irisviel awake.

This made Irisviel secretly relieved, and she couldn't help but think, "Could it be that last time, because I was too afraid that Ilya would find out, the dream showed that Ilya was disgusted by my indecent behavior? And now, because I have completely let go of my obsession and only think about Wang Chong, and no longer resist this behavior, is that why Ilya is behaving like a normal child?"