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

“Hmm… I understand Lord Wang Chong’s trust and goodwill toward me.” Medea raised her face slightly, her purple eyes showing a hint of hesitation, but she finally spoke frankly, “However… what I am about to do is actually closely related to you, Lord Wang Chong.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Chong's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of probing flashing across them, before a light smile appeared on his lips: "Oh? In that case, tell me, what is it that has you so concerned about?"

"I plan to use the power of this forest's spiritual veins to set up a magic array that can remove the 'Holy Protective Seal' on us." Medea's voice was clear and slow, each word carrying weight.

Upon hearing this, Wang Chong was visibly silent for a moment, and the air in the room seemed to freeze for a instant.

Then, Wang Chong slowly spoke, his voice tinged with amusement: "Medea, you should know that you're not the only magician in our team who knows how to dispel these kinds of magic circles, are you?"

"Yes, I know... People like Ayaka Sajou, and my sister, all have this knowledge and skill in magic."

Medea nodded and readily admitted:

"In fact, although the power of the spiritual vein is strong, it can only clear away my own divine energy at most. If you want to completely remove the huge and stubborn divine energy in your body, Lord Wang Chong, the power of the spiritual vein this time is probably far from enough."

She paused, then continued to explain:

"However, I think we can at least take this opportunity to greatly reduce the burden on your body, Lord Wang Chong. In the future, as long as you repeatedly search for and use the power of the spiritual veins in other singularities to cleanse yourself, one day you will be able to completely remove the sacred energy from your body."

"Hmm...that's a good idea." Wang Chong chuckled, his fingertips unconsciously twirling a strand of her purple hair. "But the problem is, if you can think of this, the other two magicians can certainly think of it too. So, why don't you think they took the initiative to do it?"

"This……"

Upon hearing Wang Chong's question, Medea was slightly taken aback, her delicate brows furrowing as she revealed genuine confusion.

“I don’t know about that. Could it be… that there’s some key reason why I misjudged the situation? Logically speaking, I personally placed the protective barrier on you, so no other magician should know your current predicament better than me,” Medea asked tentatively.

"The reason is actually quite simple," Wang Chong said with a knowing smile. "I have my own way of removing this seal. Watch closely—[Purify]!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chong's hand gently covered Medea's body. A soft light, yet containing a strange power, instantly shone forth.

Medea clearly felt that the protective array that bound her magic was instantly broken, like ice and snow melting away, leaving only that pure holy energy still suppressing the source of her magic.

"This! What kind of magic is this?! It can dispel the sacred protective array without constructing any spells, simply by chanting?"

Medea's purple eyes were filled with shock. She couldn't understand how such a method could be used to dismantle a powerful protective array with just a wave of her hand, without any complicated inscription or ritual!

"It's just a little trick." Wang Chong withdrew his hand, his tone relaxed. "In fact, I find opportunities every day to use this [Purification] ability to temporarily remove the protective seal on my body, and then rely on my own power to gradually absorb and transform the sacred energy within my body."

After saying that, Wang Chong chuckled and continued, with a hint of teasing:

"Otherwise, why do you think I specifically asked those pirates to build me a quiet room? And during voyages, I often stay in my room for long periods of time. You don't really think I was sleeping all that time, do you?"

Medea was completely stunned, and it took her a long time to find her voice: "So... Lord Wang Chong, you don't need to rely on our unsealing array at all. And... you don't even need the power of the spiritual veins to fight against the divine energy within your body?"

“That’s right.” Wang Chong nodded firmly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. “Moreover, forcibly removing it with the power of the spiritual veins would be a waste. My goal is to completely refine this sacred energy, making it the foundation that nourishes me and strengthens my power!”

After saying that, Wang Chong burst into laughter, his laughter revealing his immense self-confidence.

Medea, nestled in his arms, had a flickering gaze, her eyes swirling with complex emotions.

Wang Chong changed the subject, his tone tinged with regret, and continued:

"【Purification】cannot be used consecutively in a short period of time. I cannot simultaneously remove the seals on both of us and then use my power to devour the energy within you. Therefore, you will have to rely on yourself to remove it using the power of the magic circle."

After saying this, Wang Chong's face showed a hint of regret.

Medea keenly noticed the change in his expression, and a thought struck her. She deliberately asked with feigned doubt, "Lord Wang Chong seems to feel regret? Could it be... that you are concerned about the sacred energy within me?"

“Hmm…” Wang Chong nodded in acknowledgment without hesitation, “The divine energy within you is also quite abundant, almost comparable to the power of the Holy Grail… If I can harness it for my own use, it will undoubtedly be a great help to me.”

“If that’s the case…” Medea’s voice softened, with a hint of probing, “Medea does have another idea, but… I don’t know if Lord Wang Chong is willing to believe me.”

"Oh? If you have any ideas, just tell me. You're already my woman, why wouldn't I trust you?" Wang Chong looked at her with interest and said sincerely.

“I can change the magic circle that was originally used to cleanse the divine energy in the body into a magic circle that replaces energy.”

Medea slowly revealed her plan: "At that time, I will be able to transfer the divine energy in my body directly into yours. Of course... this approach is indeed easy to misunderstand."

After finishing this, she looked up to observe Wang Chong's reaction. Seeing that he didn't react much, she continued:

"Furthermore, it's uncertain whether transferring this energy will place an excessive burden on your body. Therefore, whether or not to use this magic circle depends on your own wishes."

"Don't worry." Wang Chong smiled confidently. "Over this period of time, I have absorbed and transformed a lot of the divine energy in my body. Even if I add yours, the total amount will not exceed the level when you first sealed me. It is completely within my tolerance range."

Having received an affirmative reply, Medea felt reassured and nodded gently: "Then... please allow Medea to make the preparations. The transfer ceremony is expected to begin this afternoon."

"Okay." Wang Chong readily agreed, then relaxed his body, closed his eyes, and seemed to enter a state of semi-sleep.

As the conversation between the two ended, the effect of [Purification] also reached its time limit.

As Medea felt the familiar protective array binding her body once more, her heart involuntarily quickened, as if a restless little beast was lurking in her chest.

She truly hadn't expected Wang Chong to possess such abilities, capable of breaking the seal on his own! This was definitely not good news. Once his magic power was fully restored and his strength was fully recovered, she feared she would no longer have a chance to control him…

"I have to hurry..." This thought, like a cold vine, wrapped around her heart, making her breathing slightly rapid.

Seemingly sensing the sudden increase in the girl's heartbeat in his arms, Wang Chong suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a soothing gentleness: "Medea..."

"Huh? I'm here..." Medea's heart skipped a beat, thinking that her thoughts had been seen through, and a trace of barely perceptible panic flashed across her face.

However, Wang Chong simply said gently, "Although you personally placed the seal on me... now, you are mine. Besides, you are willing to remove the seal for me... so let's wipe the slate clean of past grievances..."

"Write it off with one stroke..." Upon hearing these four words, Medea felt an inexplicable emptiness welling up inside her, as if she had lost something important.

Chapter 606 The First Mixer of the Type-Moon

Afterwards, Wang Chong got up to attend to other matters and left the room. Medea also composed herself and left the room, heading towards the location of the spiritual vein.

After that, she began to draw magic circles on the ground and started preparing for the afternoon's ceremony.

Medea's earlier candor was precisely to completely dispel Wang Chong's doubts and pave the way for subsequent actions.

Now, she can finally openly go to the core of the spiritual vein deep in the forest to set up the array, without worrying about being blamed by Ayaka Sajou for mobilizing the power of the spiritual vein, or worrying about someone's secret surveillance and reporting.

"Stop, Medea."

See, speak of the devil and he appears...

Just as Medea was steadily embedding a meticulously crafted magic core into a key node of the great formation, a familiar yet cold voice came from the shadows of the forest behind her.

Medea did not pause in the slightest, nor did she even turn around. She simply replied indifferently, "Aunt, have you followed me for so long just to say this?"

Circe slowly emerged from the dense shadows of the trees, her sharp gaze sweeping over the complex and massive magic array patterns on the ground, her tone carrying a warning:

"Medea, why can't you just be a domesticated canary? At least your Master isn't going too far with you right now."

"After all, in his eyes, you are just a harmless vase, an ornament. Even if you still have those people on the Agor in your hands, they can't cause much trouble in front of him."

Circe's voice was cold and realistic.

“But once you regain your full power, you will have the possibility of reconnecting with that ‘Demon King’... The Master will never tolerate such a potentially huge threat remaining by his side.”

Circe stepped forward, his voice even colder: "At that time, what awaits you is endless suspicion and vigilance, and even... you will be plotted against to death, ending up in a miserable state where you can neither live nor die."

“What a fine ‘unable to live, unable to die’…” Medea finally turned around, her purple eyes staring directly at Circe, her gaze filled with a hint of mockery and even more so with determination. “Then I’d like to ask my aunt, as a mere ornament, am I not experiencing ‘unable to live, unable to die’ right now?”

"You expect me to just stand by and watch Lord Wang Chong continue to entangle himself with those women, and continue to play the role of a docile and useless ornament? Hahaha..."

Medea's laughter carried a hint of sorrow and resentment, ultimately transforming into a chilling smile as she said:

"Aunt, this is absolutely not me, Medea! Neither the me of my youth nor the me of the future known as the 'Witch of Betrayal' will ever allow myself to fall into such a lowly and incompetent state!"

Her voice suddenly turned cold, filled with unwavering determination: "Aunt, if you still want to try to dissuade me with words, then please leave... From that night on, I made up my mind, and I'm determined to walk this path!"

"Then I'll destroy this magic circle myself! And put an end to your unrealistic ambitions!"

A fierce glint flashed in Circe's eyes, and her wand instantly appeared in her hand. The surrounding magic gathered wildly as if summoned, a gale arose, swirling up fallen leaves and dust. The powerful magical fluctuations showed her determination to destroy everything.

"Ha ha……"

Faced with her aunt's overwhelming power, Medea remained unmoved, letting the wind whip her long purple hair and robes. The coldness in her eyes and the eerie smile remained undiminished as she spoke:

"Aunt, you want to destroy this formation? But what if I told you that I set up this formation on the orders of Lord Wang Chong?"

"What did you say?! Impossible! Don't try to fool me!" Upon hearing this, Circe's gathered magic power froze, and an incredulous look appeared on his face.

"Haha, if you don't believe me, you can go and ask him yourself..." Medea's face even flashed with a hint of smugness. "You should also know, last night... whose room did Lord Wang Chong spend the night in?"

She paused, her tone growing even colder: "Also, Aunt, didn't you notice that the magic array I set up is different from the 'Cleansing Array' you know? Look closely, I've modified it into an 'Energy Exchange Array.' Guess whose body this exchanged energy will ultimately flow to?"

Upon hearing this, Circe immediately focused his attention on examining the array patterns on the ground. The intricate lines and the direction of the core runes were indeed quite different from traditional cleansing arrays, revealing characteristics of energy transfer and replacement everywhere!

Combining Medea's earlier words, the target was obvious, and Circe's face instantly turned extremely ugly: "Why? Why would the Master allow you to transfer holy energy to him? You... what price did you pay?"

"You think it's some dirty deal? Haha, Aunt, don't think of me as so despicable..." Medea shook her head with a cold laugh. "This is purely Lord Wang Chong's own choice. He needs the divine energy within me as nourishment for him to become even stronger!"

Her sharp gaze seemed to pierce through Circe's defenses:

"Moreover, Aunt, you should have known all along that the divine energy within Lord Wang Chong's body is not a seal for him, but rather nourishment, right? Heh... After all, you once suggested to him that you had a way to break the protective sealing array. You kept this matter very well from me."

"Everything I've done, isn't it all for you!" Circe, her heart pierced, was both anxious and angry. "Medea, Medea, why do you have to repeat the same mistakes and go down that path of no return? Do you have to smash your head against the wall until you're bloodied and battered before you're satisfied?"

She questioned him with heartbreaking indignation: "What a rare opportunity it is for you to be born into this world as a young girl! I don't care what kind of deal you made with that Demon King in the past, you clearly have a better and safer path to choose from now on, why must you be so extreme?!"

“Aunt,” Medea’s voice was calm yet contained an unwavering strength, “Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. It is precisely because of those lingering memories in my mind that I must fight for my love once more! Even if what lies ahead is an abyss, an end of no return, I will not hesitate!”

Looking at the almost obsessive determination and ruthlessness in Medea's eyes, Circe knew that at this moment, any words would be pale and powerless, and no one could stop her moth-to-a-flame action.

"Ha... keep stirring! Keep stirring! Just keep stirring!"

Circe laughed in fury, her wand still pointing at Medea, but she began to retreat, walking into the deep forest.

"She caused herself to be abandoned by everyone! She caused her Master to go astray and ultimately fall to the Demon King! She caused chaos in the world, destroying humanity and the world, and earned a reputation a thousand times worse than that of a 'betraying witch'!"

Her voice was filled with desperate grief and indignation, and the last sentence was almost squeezed out between her teeth:

"At worst... I'll just go down with you!"

Before she could finish speaking, Circe swung her wand sharply, the tip drawing a sharp arc of light. Then, she turned decisively and disappeared into the dense forest.

The gale continued to howl and swirl at the core of the spiritual vein, stirring up dust and fallen leaves. Medea stood alone, silently in the center of the massive magic circle.

Her figure stood upright like a pine tree in the wind, her long purple hair and robes fluttering wildly, like a solitary and stubborn butterfly in a storm. The howling wind seemed unable to even truly shake a single hem of her garment.

Chapter 607 Unsealing

In the afternoon, as the sun slanted down, Wang Chong arrived at the core area of ​​the island's spiritual vein as promised.

Under Medea's guidance, the massive magic circle carved on the ground suddenly lit up, with a deep blue light flowing among the ancient runes, radiating powerful energy fluctuations.

Wang Chong stared intently and saw that the seals binding him and Medea had now clearly materialized into dark chains that shimmered with a faint light.

As the magic circle operated at full power, the chains snapped with a crisp cracking sound, crumbling and dissipating into nothingness. The moment the seal was broken, a long-lost sense of power surged back into his limbs and body.

While silently memorizing Medea's intricate and complex magic array, Wang Chong sensed the changes in his body. Realizing that only the stubborn divine energy within him was still suppressing his original power, he unhesitatingly activated the black mist power within him, greedily devouring and dissolving these alien energies.

At the same time, the core effectiveness of the substitution magic array was fully activated. The pure white and vast divine energy within Medea's body, as if drawn by an invisible spindle, transformed into countless slender yet resilient energy threads, instantly traversing space and precisely connecting to Wang Chong.

"Ugh..." A sharp pain, as if pierced by scorching light, suddenly struck, and the intense burning sensation made Wang Chong involuntarily furrow his brows slightly.

However, he quickly adapted to this level of pain. After all, it was a hundred times less painful than the initial pain he felt when he was first sealed.

It should be noted that these thin lines are nothing compared to the all-out bombardment of the energy pillar that carried the intent of destruction and suppression. At this moment, this slight burning sensation is really nothing.

Suppressing the discomfort, Wang Chong quickly closed his eyes and focused his mind. He cherished this long-lost state of ease, where he didn't need to constantly activate his purification skills to fight the seal. He immersed his entire being in his body, guiding the power of the black mist to methodically continue devouring the stubborn sacred energy.

Time passed quietly amidst the tranquil flow of energy. After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the light of the magic circle gradually dimmed and eventually went out completely, leaving only the lingering magical aftertaste in the air.

Medea let out a long sigh of relief, an unprecedented sense of ease washing over her. Like a long-dried riverbed overflowing with spring water, she was finally able to freely circulate and unleash her magic within her.

The moment the power returned to her control, Medea also clearly sensed the Servants she had summoned again.

A powerful magical connection was firmly re-established, and she could even vaguely pinpoint their current location. This meant that she could once again control them smoothly, just as she had in the past.

However, the scene she perceived aroused Medea's doubts.

"They seem to be looking for something... and have even started to disperse their forces, heading towards different sea areas?"

Medea sensed the movements of the heroes from the Agor and frowned slightly.

"Strange, how could Jason, that coward, agree to such a plan that would drastically reduce the number of guards around him?"

"Oh... only Hercules remained."

When Medea sensed that Hercules' aura was still closely connected to Jason, remaining in the same place, she understood. A cold smile curved her lips, but a shadow of gloom flashed deep in her eyes:

"Hehe, you really are as trusting as ever, only trusting this invincible 'guardian'."

Her mind raced, and she quickly made a judgment:

"If I'm not mistaken, this must be Chiron's idea... Summoning him back then was definitely not a good thing."

"He's always like this, secretly plotting something... Judging from their situation and thoughts, there's probably only one thing they want to do right now—to completely break free from my control!"

As soon as this thought crossed Medea's mind, a chilling glint appeared on her face. Since those pieces were so disobedient, even attempting to rebel, she wouldn't hesitate to treat them as disposable pawns in the rest of the game.

"What's bothering you? You look so serious." Just then, a gentle voice broke her reverie and drifted into her ears.