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

After speaking, Wang Chong's gaze seemed to pass over the bulkhead and look towards the adjacent cabin.

"This ship will soon be expanded again, and when we set sail, their rooms will be arranged together. During the long voyage, I can go into whichever room I want to spend the night."

After speaking, Wang Chong slightly turned his head, his gaze falling on the back of the girl on the bed, whose breathing was gradually becoming steady and who was about to drift off to sleep. A meaningful smile appeared on his lips:

"So, when the next phase begins, I'll have to see how she handles all this meticulously crafted mess."

……

The following day, with the magical blessing of Satya Aegean and Circe, the ships underwent another round of reinforcement and expansion. By afternoon, the sails were billowing, and the fleet officially set sail.

Wang Chong led half of his elite pirates out to sea again, his goal naturally still being to find Orion and the hunting goddess Artemis.

The remaining half of the pirates stayed behind at the island outpost, responsible for strengthening the base's defenses, stockpiling more food and supplies, and eliminating or incorporating other pirate groups that might attack.

To ensure that the remaining forces were sufficient to handle any eventuality, Wang Chong also specially left two powerful Servants, Miyamoto Musashi and Tamamo Cat, on the island to oversee operations.

On his ship, he had Aika Sajou, Elizabeth Bathory, and the newly subdued witch Circe as his core crew.

Of course, Medea, her little follower, would never be left out.

"They set sail in such a hurry..."

Circe lay listlessly on the ship's railing, her slender white fingers idly fiddling with the air. Gazing at the almost monotonous calm of the sea, she couldn't help but let out a lazy yawn.

"What exactly is this guy up to? I saw him training those pirates so seriously earlier... Could he really think he's some kind of pirate captain and is planning to become the Pirate King of this sea?"

“I’m not entirely sure either.” Medea moved an unused wooden barrel over to use as a chair and sat down next to Circe.

On this unfamiliar ship, besides Wang Chong, the only person she was somewhat familiar with was her aunt. The two naturally huddled together and began chatting idly.

“But judging from his appearance, he does seem to be urgently searching for something…” Medea replied slowly.

"Hmph... what are you looking for... I just remembered, haven't you and your companions on the Agor been searching for a little goddess and that so-called 'Holy Ark'?"

Circe narrowed his eyes, a probing glint in them, and casually brought up the matter.

"Could it be... that he's looking for those two things too?" Her voice rose slightly at the end, carrying a clear sense of inquiry.

“I told you, I don’t know.” Medea’s tone was calm and unwavering, skillfully avoiding Circe’s probing, and continued, “If you are really so curious about him, you can simply ask him yourself.”

"Although his origins are also a mystery to me, I know at least one thing—he has traces of the 'protective seal array' that originated from you."

At this point, Circe paused slightly, glanced at Medea with a sharp, knowing look in her eyes, and then said, "This is enough to show that you had already begun plotting against him long before we met."

"So... his existence is destined to completely disrupt the core of your insane plan? If that's the case... could he be the human Master who traveled from the future to repair the 'Singularity'?"

"..." Medea's lips curled into a very faint, almost imperceptible smile, but she did not answer.

A human Master? Can someone as powerful, domineering, and suffocating as him really be categorized as "human"?

"Forget it, it's pointless." Circe suddenly changed the subject, her gaze fixed on Medea's face, a playful smile on her lips.

She pretended to be nonchalant, dragged over a wooden tub from the side, sat down close to Medea, and then casually dropped a bombshell:

"Speaking of which, there's something I'd like to ask you. Yesterday afternoon, my Master solemnly instructed me to painstakingly use magic to boil a whole tub of hot water and deliver it to the specially reserved bathroom."

"Then it suddenly occurred to me that I had gotten a little too absorbed in controlling the heat, and the water temperature was probably a bit too high. I was thinking of going back to the bathroom to cool down the steaming hot water..."

Circe abruptly stopped speaking. She turned her face sharply towards Medea, her eyes as sharp as needles, intently watching her niece's expression, and asked with a light laugh:

"Guess what I saw?"

Upon hearing this, Medea's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Could it be... could it be that Circe saw me yesterday, when Wang Chong forcibly carried me into the bathroom?

If not, why did she bring this up? What is her purpose in probing like this?

Was he simply trying to make fun of his current situation, or was he trying to confirm the true nature of his relationship with Wang Chong in order to plan a deeper scheme?

"I must not show weakness in front of her!"

Medea's inner alarm bells rang. She suppressed the sudden surge of embarrassment and panic, took a deep breath to calm her slightly rapid breathing and suddenly accelerated heartbeat, and tried her best to maintain an indifferent expression as she asked, "Oh? What did you see?"

Circe's eyes narrowed sharply, like a hawk eyeing its prey, scrutinizing every subtle change in Medea's expression, trying to catch any flaw.

"Humph……"

However, she only let out a soft, ambiguous hum and did not get the expected response, so she continued nonchalantly, "I saw from afar that my Master was standing alone outside the bathroom door, and judging from his expression, he seemed to be talking quietly with someone inside."

"...Phew." Medea's tense nerves relaxed a little.

It seems Circe didn't directly witness the crucial moment when Wang Chong carried her into the bath, but only saw him standing guard outside the door afterwards. This undoubtedly leaves her room for excuses and maneuvering. However... she still can't be careless right now.

In a flash of inspiration, Medea, instead of avoiding the question, deliberately asked with a hint of skepticism, "Really? Then he didn't notice you spying from afar? And... Aunt, when did you become so bold?"

"Of course he noticed!"

Circe immediately feigned a look of lingering fear, raising her hand to lightly touch her chest as if still shaken: "I had just gotten a little closer when he coldly waved his hand away, and his eyes... were terrifying beyond words, like he was about to freeze me to death. How could I dare to stay any longer? Of course, I quickly slipped away."

Then, Circe lowered her voice, feigning curiosity, and said with a strong gossipy tone, "But... there's obviously someone else using that bathroom. That makes me a little curious. Who is it that would warrant my cold-faced Master personally guarding the door so solemnly?"

As she spoke, Circe's gaze still drifted towards Medea almost imperceptibly.

Chapter 549 Circe Discovers the Secret

"Heh." Medea merely chuckled lightly at Circe's spying and further probing, her face remaining calm as she responded to Circe's words with a nonchalant tone, "That is indeed... quite intriguing."

"Oh? My dear niece, you're curious too?" Circe immediately pressed on like a shark that had smelled blood, her eyes gleaming with cunning.

"Then why don't we find an opportunity to join forces and investigate? We need to find out who this extraordinary woman is that our Master is treating so specially..."

Circe immediately offered the bait of cooperation, attempting to lure Medea into his camp.

Such a swift and deliberate response instantly heightened Medea's vigilance several times over. Even now, she still couldn't fully fathom what her eccentric aunt was really up to.

"Why are you so insistent on figuring this out?" Medea's tone turned cold, carrying a clear sense of detachment and skepticism. "Don't you find it incredibly boring?"

"Boring? How could it be!"

Circe immediately raised her voice, laughing as she argued vehemently:

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Maybe we can use this chance to find that Master's weakness~"

Circe then explained further:

"You know, what men fear most is having their weaknesses exploited by women. Once they've got a firm grip on a woman, being obedient is the least of their worries. They'll even make her go through fire and water without batting an eye."

"That woman must have also found out the Master's weakness, which is why the Master treats her so specially."

"If we can find this woman, maybe we can find a way to get rid of our Master completely. Hmph, after all, I don't want to be tied to him and be a servant who obeys his every command forever!"

Medea, the "extraordinary woman" who "seized Wang Chong's fatal weakness" as implied in Circe's words, felt an indescribable embarrassment and shame after hearing Circe's seemingly serious deduction.

Circe's tone was so certain, as if she had already obtained irrefutable evidence, but Medea now understood completely that her quirky aunt was probably completely unaware of what had happened in the bathroom the night before.

Her various tests of herself were merely based on unfounded suspicions after her chance encounter with Wang Chong.

"And to be honest..." Medea pondered to herself, a hint of helplessness and self-mockery mingling in her thoughts, "If I could really grasp that man's weakness and know how to manipulate him, I wouldn't have suffered so much recently... Besides..."

Her gaze deepened as she recalled her experiences accompanying Wang Chong, and she couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Does that man really have any so-called 'weakness'? His strength and willpower are so formidable that he is almost invincible."

Now that it has been confirmed that Circe did not discover her interaction with Wang Chong last night, Medea has completely lost patience to continue this game of probing.

She stopped beating around the bush, her tone flat yet clearly distant, and directly ended the conversation:

“Since Aunt is so interested, then I wish you find this extraordinary woman soon. In any case, the only women on this ship that you can investigate right now, besides the two of us, are the Caster and the Lancer. Choosing one of them shouldn’t be too difficult.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Medea gracefully stood up, giving Circe no further chance to argue, and walked straight toward her cabin, her figure quickly disappearing into the shadows of the ship.

Watching Medea's decisive departure, Circe frowned, her mind filled with doubts.

"Could it be... that the person Master was waiting outside the bathroom door last night really wasn't Medea?" She bit her lower lip, thinking unwillingly, "Tsk, their interactions were always so ambiguous, so unusual... Could it be that I've guessed wrong?"

Seeing that his only target for probing had left, Circe could only sullenly remain in the corner of the deck, turning his gaze back to the vast and boundless sea, continuing his tedious and aimless daydreaming.

However, this brief tranquility did not last long. A series of clear footsteps approached, breaking the silence on the deck.

Circe looked around alertly and was surprised to find Wang Chong accompanying Sajo Aika as they slowly walked from inside the cabin onto the open deck.

"Huh? Why are they the two of them?" Circe's pupils contracted slightly. She had always harbored a strong sense of apprehension towards Sajou Aika.

The opponent's previously displayed unpredictable magical skills and unfathomable strength were in no way inferior to his own or Medea's.

What unsettled her even more was that, perhaps as a consequence of the interruption of the summoning ritual, Circe keenly sensed a faint "beast" aura emanating from Sajō Aika.

This made it difficult for her to determine whether the Caster in front of her was a pure Servant or a monster incarnate that had been corrupted or even controlled by the "Beast".

“However, even if she really is a monster…” Circe’s gaze involuntarily turned to the tall figure next to Sajō Ayaka, and she secretly weighed in her mind, “She is probably no more terrifying than this ridiculously strong Master.”

She suppressed the complex emotions in her heart. What intrigued her more at this moment was how these two people ended up together.

Even though their own Master had personally thwarted this madwoman's "beast" summoning plan, severely crushing her ambitions.

Logically speaking, even if Ayaka Sajou didn't hate him to the core, she should at least be thinking about how to escape this man's control, just like me. Why did she take the initiative to approach him and even accompany him?

Despite her doubts, Circe was not about to let this rare opportunity to observe slip by. She immediately retreated into the shadows of a corner, like a lurking hunter, and intently observed the two people in the distance.

"How are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?" Wang Chong's voice sounded calm and steady as he asked Sajou Aika beside him with concern.

"Ugh...no...not good...I still feel like throwing up...vomit—!"

Sajo Aika's face was as pale as paper, her delicate brows furrowed. Before she could finish speaking, she rushed to the ship's side and began to vomit violently into the churning waves below. Her slender body trembled slightly from the discomfort.

"Ha! Seasickness?!"

Hiding in the shadows, Circe saw Ayaka Sajou's unprecedentedly disheveled appearance, and an uncontrollable sense of pleasure welled up inside him, almost making him burst out laughing.

"I never expected this! That arrogant, conceited, and domineering madwoman would reveal such a pathetic and vulnerable side at sea? Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

However, this gloating mood didn't last long. Circe's brows furrowed again, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"No...this isn't right!" Alarm bells rang in her mind. "She's a magician comparable to us. Preventing seasickness is something that can be easily solved with a basic everyday magic trick."

"With her skill level, which allows her to perform even forbidden techniques with ease, how could she possibly be unable to execute such a simple magic trick? What on earth is this girl up to?"

But soon, Circe felt he had grasped the "truth"!

Wang Chong quickly approached Sajou Aika, who was vomiting and felt unwell. He naturally reached out and gently patted her back, trying to help her catch her breath.

Then, he considerately handed over a water bottle, saying in a gentle voice, "Drink some water to rinse your mouth; it will help neutralize the stomach acid and make you feel better."

He took meticulous care of her, his concern evident in his words.

"This man... how could he be so gentle and considerate towards that crazy woman?"

Although the distance prevented Circe from hearing their conversation, the mere interaction between the two left Circe speechless, his astonishment surging like waves.

"This...this...I understand!" A bold guess instantly struck Circe, "That crazy woman must have deliberately not used magic! She deliberately made herself seasick, putting on this pitiful and weak appearance to gain men's sympathy and care!"

This deduction gave Circe a sense of sudden enlightenment, because she herself was quite adept at the trick of "playing the victim to lure men".

In the past, on her island, she had used her superb acting skills to lure men who were deceived by her delicate appearance into traps, ultimately turning them into pitiful subjects for testing various magical potions.

Therefore, she almost instinctively concluded that Sajou Aika's actions were for the same purpose—to gain Wang Chong's attention and pity by feigning vulnerability.

“No, this is no longer just ‘playing the victim’,” Circe’s eyes became meaningful, and a knowing sneer appeared on his lips. “He’s clearly going all out and playing for real! After all, the most brilliant lies are often mixed with elements of truth.”

"She deliberately made herself suffer from real seasickness just to deceive the Master into showing genuine concern... Ha, she really will stop at nothing to achieve her goal. I've really seen something new today."

This idea became increasingly certain in Circe's mind.

She noticed, in particular, that whenever Wang Chong approached to comfort her, the corners of Sajou Aika's pale lips would involuntarily curve upwards slightly, forming an imperceptible yet clearly triumphant and satisfied arc. She seemed to be enjoying this "special treatment" as if her scheme had succeeded.

Seeing the other person's expression only strengthened Circe's judgment. Circe guessed that Sajō Aika was now planning to use this incident to take a further step and gain the Master's favor.

However, no matter how much Circe speculated, the actual conversation that took place on deck was quite different from the script she had imagined.

“I said, Ai Ge…” Wang Chong gently smoothed her back, which was heaving slightly from vomiting, while ruthlessly pointing out the key point, “Actually, your seasickness could be relieved with just a little basic magic trick, right? Why force yourself to endure it like this?”

“However, even if she really is a monster…” Circe’s gaze involuntarily turned to the tall figure next to Sajō Ayaka, and she secretly weighed in her mind, “She is probably no more terrifying than this ridiculously strong Master.”

She suppressed the complex emotions in her heart. What intrigued her more at this moment was how these two people ended up together.

Even though their own Master had personally thwarted this madwoman's "beast" summoning plan, severely crushing her ambitions.

Logically speaking, even if Ayaka Sajou didn't hate him to the core, she should at least be thinking about how to escape this man's control, just like me. Why did she take the initiative to approach him and even accompany him?

Despite her doubts, Circe was not about to let this rare opportunity to observe slip by. She immediately retreated into the shadows of a corner, like a lurking hunter, and intently observed the two people in the distance.

"How are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?" Wang Chong's voice sounded calm and steady as he asked Sajou Aika beside him with concern.

"Ugh...no...not good...I still feel like throwing up...vomit—!"

Sajo Aika's face was as pale as paper, her delicate brows furrowed. Before she could finish speaking, she rushed to the ship's side and began to vomit violently into the churning waves below. Her slender body trembled slightly from the discomfort.

"Ha! Seasickness?!"