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

"Cough cough cough! You bastard! What are you thinking! I was about to successfully seduce the Master! Why did you jump out at this moment! And then you grabbed me by the neck and took me away!"

Circe rubbed her neck, greedily inhaled a few breaths of the long-awaited air, then glared at Medea, cursing and swearing, her eyes filled with resentment.

"Seduction? Do you think your amateurish acting skills are enough to embarrass yourself in front of him?" Medea was already extremely annoyed by this matter, so she spoke more harshly, her brows furrowed.

"Hey! Who do you think you are? Didn't you see that Master was groping me just now?" Circe got excited after being told that, put her hands on her hips, straightened her back, and looked very smug, as if she wanted to prove her charm.

"Vulgar!" Medea blurted out, her voice trembling slightly. "And didn't you think about what you would do if he really forced himself on you? You don't care about your innocence at all? And you're blaming me for pulling you back?"

As she spoke, Medea took a step closer, her gaze fixed intently on Circe.

"Hmph, so what if it's vulgar? Maybe the Master likes this kind of thing. Unlike you, who forbids this and looks down on that. No wonder you haven't made a move at all."

Circe grunted twice, not daring to look Medea in the eye.

Perhaps it was Medea's words "use force" that reminded her, and she realized the risks she had just taken, so her tone softened slightly.

But Circe still argued, "As for innocence... do you think I wanted to take such a risk? We clearly agreed that you would be the main attacker and I would support you... but four days have passed, and you've been hesitant the whole time. I was so anxious that I had to take the plunge."

She spread her hands, looking very annoyed.

Hearing Circe's words, Medea's anger subsided somewhat. She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly: "I can only say that I was really not prepared for this... Moreover, I don't think this is our only option."

Medea's voice lowered, sounding weary: "The closer we walk to the edge of acting, the easier it is for us to really get involved. Aunt, you'd better not get involved in this mess."

Hearing Madia's words, Circe scoffed, "Tch, all talk and no action. I've already gone this far, it's not something I can easily take back."

She curled her lip in disdain, then a glint of insight flashed in her eyes:

"And Medea, don't think I can't see through anything... The look in your eyes when you took me away just now wasn't for my own good... That kind of look you gave me when I was a rival... Heh, and you even advised me not to get too involved, but I'm pretty deeply involved myself."

She deliberately drew out the last syllable, with a provocative tone.

"You!" Medea turned around abruptly, glaring angrily at Circe, her cheeks flushed red from being exposed.

Circe, however, sneered and said, "Finally stopped pretending? Couldn't hold back anymore? My dear niece, you've been keeping this from your aunt for so long."

Her smile was meaningful, and the air in the cabin seemed to freeze at that moment.

Chapter 552 The Sudden Attack

Medea inwardly groaned. She had been careless; a tiny flaw had not escaped Circe's eyes and she had caught it red-handed.

Circe usually acts very unseriously, even giving the impression of being unreliable. But this is just her innate disguise.

Circe was adept at using this disguise to make people relax without realizing it, lower their guard against her, and thus expose their weaknesses and flaws in front of her.

Ultimately, these flaws will become her perfect opportunity to deliver the decisive blow.

It's likely that from the moment she lost control of her emotions and forcibly took Circe away, this shrewd aunt had already harbored deep suspicions.

"to be honest……"

Circe, hands casually behind her back, a knowing, mocking smile playing on her lips, stared at Medea with eyes like needles, and continued:

"If your behavior today hadn't been so unusual and incomprehensible, I really wouldn't have believed that you would actually fall for someone else and have such feelings for that man."

Then, Circe chuckled softly and said, "Everyone says that Medea, who was completely abandoned by love at the end of her life, was eventually driven mad and committed the heinous crimes of killing her son and husband. But I don't see it that way..."

Circe's voice deepened, carrying a strange, insightful quality:

"On the contrary, I think that the 'little madwoman' who was once blinded by illusory love only truly woke up from her madness after seeing the ugly face of that fool. As for the so-called killing of her child and husband? Hmph, that's just the retribution that stupid coward deserved!"

Having said that, Circe leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed intently on Medea, and said:

"So... Medea, if you were standing before me, someone who had truly awakened and returned to the right path, I would be genuinely happy for you and wish you well! Because you would have finally broken free from the shackles of the past and have the possibility of starting anew. But—"

Circe's tone suddenly turned sharp.

She suddenly reached out, seemingly wanting to touch Medea's youthful face, which was filled with complex emotions. Medea froze, almost instinctively dodging backward.

"But! Why?! Tell me why?!" Circe's voice suddenly rose, filled with barely suppressed anger.

"...Why is it that you, who are already madly in love with Jason, would fall in love with someone else? Tell me! Medea! You were even prepared to destroy this singularity to fulfill your wish to die with Jason... and yet you've fallen in love with someone else. What about everything you did before?"

This time, Circe gave her no room to escape. She strode forward, her hands gripping Medea's slender shoulders like iron clamps, the force so great it seemed she wanted to crush her bones. She drew near Medea's face, almost shouting:

"What about those heroes you toyed with, those heroes whose honor you tarnished? What about your own brother, my nephew, whom you killed in countless timelines?"

"And that plan to destroy the world... and now you're changing your mind so easily? You capricious madman, how long are you going to keep this up?!"

A barrage of harsh questions struck Medea like a hammer blow. She remained silent for a moment, as if weighing the weight of each word, before finally letting out a long, weary sigh:

“Indeed… Jason was partly responsible for my determination to destroy this world.”

Medea raised her eyes to meet Circe's sharp gaze, her eyes revealing a desolate calm.

"But more than that, isn't it because this world itself is on the verge of destruction? Under the manipulation of the Magic King Goetia, it has long been on the verge of collapse. All I did was go along with its inevitable end, slightly push the waves, and accelerate this inevitable process."

Medea's tone carried an indifferent detachment:

"Whether it's willfulness or madness... unless the Chaldea group can truly create a miracle, completely turn the tide, and defeat that terrifyingly powerful magic king... otherwise, everything I've done is meaningless."

Medea's gaze was slightly unfocused, as if she were lost in some kind of memory: "From the moment I was abducted by that man, I already knew that the outcome of this singularity was already predetermined."

"Right now... I just want to return to my true self before returning to the Throne of Heroes, and experience a pure love that belongs only to me."

Upon hearing Medea's almost confessional answer, Circe's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and the grip on Medea's shoulders loosened.

She let out a complex sigh: "It seems... you're serious. Then, what about the people on the Argo? Have you completely abandoned them, leaving them to their fate?" Her gaze scrutinized Medea.

"Humph……"

Medea's lips curled into a cold smile, her tone resolute:

“I have completely transferred control of the ship to Jason. Let him immerse himself in that illusory dream of becoming king, and drown in the illusion I wove for him... This is the punishment he deserves for betraying me.”

"That's really... ruthless."

Upon hearing this, Circe murmured a sigh, then her expression turned completely serious as she stared intently into Medea's eyes, confirming once more:

"Then, Medea, I need your final answer: You... have temporarily abandoned your plan to destroy this singularity, haven't you? At least for now?"

"At least for now, there isn't."

Medea readily admitted it, a fleeting emotion she herself could hardly describe crossing her eyes:

"At this moment, I want to figure out... where that man and I will ultimately end up." Now that Circe has revealed her relationship with Wang Chong, Medea simply stopped trying to hide it.

After saying that, she spread her hands slightly, adding with a hint of self-deprecation, "Besides, even if I had any other thoughts right now, with all my magic power gone and you, my aunt, watching me closely, what do you have to worry about? What trouble could I possibly cause?"

"That's hard to say..."

Circe narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her, his tone unwavering: "I've never underestimated your abilities, you madwoman. Even in dire straits, you can find unexpected solutions."

Circe paused, her expression softening slightly, a hint of mischief in her eyes: "Fine, let's take it one step at a time. Since you've set your sights on that man, I won't fight you for him."

She waved her hand, her tone carrying a hint of anticipation: "You'd better work hard and try to win a victory against that woman, Sajou Aika."

With that, Circe stopped and turned to walk towards her cabin. Medea stood there, watching her departing figure, her feelings a complex mix of emotions.

Her secret thoughts had been completely known by her incredibly perceptive aunt, and whether this was a blessing or a curse was something even she herself couldn't predict.

"The magic is sealed... it's just too much of a hindrance." Silence returned to the corridor as Medea looked down at her empty hands and sighed softly.

Rather than being like a fragile vase, constantly needing the protection of others, she yearns deep down to have her own power and initiative.

However, this silence lasted only a moment—

"boom!!!!!!"

A deafening roar shattered the tranquility of the cabin without warning! The entire ship shook violently as if it had been struck by a giant hammer!

Caught off guard, Medea's body lurched forward, and she barely managed to steady herself by desperately bracing herself against the cold wall with her hands, thus avoiding a fall.

"What...what happened?!"

The sudden turn of events caused Medea's heart to clench, and her experienced seafaring instincts instantly awakened.

"Such a strong tremor and loud noise... Could it be an enemy attack?! Is it artillery fire from the sea?!"

As one of the crew members who had sailed on the Argo, she was no stranger to the artillery barrages in naval battles.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"

As if to confirm her guess, several more muffled, thunderous explosions followed in succession! The ship shook violently and pitched incessantly amidst the fierce shockwaves.

The wooden bulkhead groaned under the strain, dust falling in clumps. Medea's eyes sharpened instantly—this was undoubtedly a deliberate artillery attack!

"Damn it! I was just about to take a nice afternoon nap! What kind of crazy thing is going on outside?!"

Almost simultaneously, the hatch in Circe that had just been closed was violently kicked open with a "bang"!

Circe burst out, her face contorted with rage, wand gripping tightly in her hand, waving it angrily at the air.

"Judging from the noise and the way the ship is rocking, it must have been attacked at sea."

Medea quickly assessed the situation, listening intently to the commotion outside.

The booming of cannons, the wild roars of the pirates, and the heavy footsteps of running soldiers mingled together.

"I'm afraid it's some other reckless pirate group that's come knocking on our door!" Medea said after confirming.

"Ugh! This is so annoying!"

Circe's agitation instantly transformed into icy rage, and her wand gleamed dangerously in her hand.

"I'd like to see which ignorant fool dares to plot against us! They're asking for it!" Before he finished speaking, Circe rushed towards the ladder leading to the deck like a gust of wind.

"Wait for me!" Medea followed closely behind without hesitation. Besides confirming the enemy's situation, she was also driven by an inexplicable concern. She desperately wanted to know Wang Chong's current condition.

Although she knew perfectly well that with Wang Chong's strength, there was no need to worry about an attack of this magnitude.

However, a trace of anxiety still flashed through Medea's heart, which made her walk quickly out of the corridor and onto the deck outside the cabin.

Chapter 553 Facing the Blackbeard Pirates

When Medea stepped onto the deck, the scene before her was already tense and on the verge of war.

After this period of training, the pirates displayed amazing combat skills, operating the several cannons on the deck with superb skill, loading, aiming, and firing!

With a deafening roar, black cannonballs ripped through the air and hurtled towards three pirate ships flying unfamiliar flags that were approaching from a distance.

One of the three ships appeared to have been hit by their gunfire; even from a distance, thick black smoke could still be seen billowing from the ship.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and a tense atmosphere.

"Hey, Master! What's going on?" Circe's voice rang out first. She had already nimbly made her way through the busy pirates to the helm at the stern of the ship.

At this moment, the one-eyed pirate at the helm was intently maneuvering the ship's course, intending to seize a favorable fighting position.

Beside them, Wang Chong was protected in the center by several Servants, including Elizabeth, as he calmly observed the battle.

Circe waved her wand, pointing it at the enemy ship in the distance: "Should I take action now? To deal with those ordinary ships without magical protection, a simple firestorm would be enough to burn that eyesore of a broken ship to ashes."

Wang Chong's gaze remained fixed on the three enemy ships that were flanking them on the sea. His expression was calm: "There are three enemy ships. The one in the middle has a clear reaction from your Servants. Don't rush to use your Servants' power."

His voice conveyed the instructions clearly and forcefully:

"Let the gunners continue firing freely to suppress the enemy before their Servants take action. We can remain still and wait for the enemy to get closer or for their Servants to make the first move and reveal their intentions before we make our move."

"The primary task now is to find out the identity and abilities of the enemy Servants."

Although he issued a cautious order, Wang Chong already had a preliminary assessment in his mind.

His sharp gaze swept over the pirate flag fluttering on the enemy's mainmast:

Against a black background, a striking skull and crossed bones were drawn, with a blood-dripping dagger protruding from the skull's heart. He would never mistake this iconic design.

“That flag… if I’m not mistaken, it should be the flag of the infamous Edward Teach—the pirate crew to which Blackbeard belonged.”

Before entering this singularity, Wang Chong had already thoroughly researched information on all the pirate leaders he might encounter, with Blackbeard being the top priority.

"I didn't expect to encounter his fleet so soon..."

Wang Chong's eyes narrowed slightly as he quickly pondered, "I wonder if Hector has infiltrated Blackbeard's camp as a traitor, just as the original storyline suggests?"

He carefully observed the approaching enemy ship, which was emanating the aura of its followers.

“However, these three ships… are not quite right. Just as Circe said, they not only lack any magical protection, but are actually just ordinary pirate ships.”

If Wang Chong remembered correctly, Blackbeard's flagship, the Queen Anne's Revenge, was his prized Noble Phantasm. Its effect was that it would increase the power of both Blackbeard and his flagship to a certain extent depending on the number of Servants joining his crew.

It can be said that the more Servants join the Blackbeard Pirates, the stronger he and his Noble Phantasm become.

"It seems this isn't Blackbeard's flagship, but most likely just an ordinary pirate ship under his command on patrol..."

Wang Chong quickly categorized the three pirate ships before him, but a new question arose: "Then, who could be the one emanating that distinct follower reaction from the ship?"