The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"When he is happy, I am happy too, and when he is angry, I am angry too. I don't know when it became like this. Maybe this is what they often call love at first sight in stories." Semiramis said.

"Tsk, that's really corny." After hearing this, Mordred put his sword back into the scabbard.

"Yes, sometimes I want to refuse. But one can deceive everyone except oneself." Semiramis finished speaking, then smiled and said, "Now that we have come to the point, we should form an alliance."

"Alliance? What the hell?"

"Haha, of course it's an alliance to claim the Master's magic power. Don't forget, we already have a natural alliance with the three Gorgon sisters at home. There are so many people seeking food, but there's only one Master, so there's bound to be some competition. Since we've both done that in the same bed by chance, it wouldn't be unreasonable for you and I, along with that little lovebird, to form an alliance as well, right?" Semiramis said teasingly. "Then I'll slowly teach you how to please the Master. What do you think? A very good deal, isn't it?"

"I... I'm not interested!" Mordred couldn't hold back when he heard the word "magic replenishment" and fled in haste, leaving Semiramis alone, giggling.

……

"So... what's going on with this wild cat?" Black Jeanne asked with a gloomy expression, pointing at Atalanta who was constantly being affectionate with Wang Chong behind him.

Wang Chong sighed inwardly. He had just escaped the tiger's mouth, only to enter the wolf's den. Why did he always run into such a Shura-like situation?

Chapter 154: Black Joan of Arc and Joan of Arc's Care

Finally, with the help of Little Medusa, they were able to appease Black Jeanne. However, Wang Chong could see that this was only temporary.

"I have to compensate Black Joan of Arc well, I can't be partial to one over the other. The same goes for Little Medusa, she has been silently making sacrifices all the time, I have to take good care of the three Gorgon sisters." Wang Chong thought to himself.

Afterwards, Wang Chong gathered everyone in the house and informed them of the Sky Garden and his decision to temporarily relocate. After hearing about the Sky Garden's capabilities and layout, everyone was filled with wonder.

"But why does the Master want to bring Sakura and Shiki with him? Won't that place become the target of concentrated fire from the Masters of the Holy Grail War later?" Little Medusa said with some concern.

"Actually, the Matou family isn't a safe place either. After all, it's one of the three great families, so it's bound to be targeted sooner or later. The magic spells we've left behind alone can't completely thwart the enemy's attacks," Wang Chong said slowly. "On the other hand, even though the Hanging Garden will be targeted, I'll be stationed there for most of the time, and everyone else will be there too. Coupled with the various large-scale magic spells the Hanging Garden possesses, it's actually the safest place."

"Besides, even if the Hanging Gardens are breached, Semiramis has prepared an escape spell that can send us away in an instant. That way, there's no need to worry about Sakura and Shiki getting affected." Wang Chong finished speaking, then looked at Matou Sakura and Ryougi Shiki and said, "Besides, if we all leave and leave these two little guys here, I'm afraid they won't be happy."

"Well, I'll go wherever the teacher goes." After hearing what Wang Chong said, Matou Sakura nodded and agreed immediately.

"I'm almost there..." Ryougi Shiki nodded. Matou Sakura was still part of this family after all, but she was completely dependent on Wang Chong, so she chose to go with him.

"Okay..." Seeing that neither of them planned to stay here, little Medusa could only nod and agree.

"That's perfect. Let me see if the legendary Hanging Gardens are worthy of the glory of the goddess." The two goddesses, Stheno and Euryale, were also quite interested in the fortress that could always float in the air.

"Then let's set off tonight. On the way, I will also tell everyone about tonight's plan... Well, although it's called a plan, in fact, everyone is more improvising tonight and thoroughly expose our reputation for being a vicious person." Wang Chong said.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened. Wang Chong turned his head and was surprised to find that Black Jeanne d'Arc came in with a bowl of hot noodles, and then placed the bowl in front of him with a stern face.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You haven't eaten yet. Do you want to fight on an empty stomach tonight?" Black Joan of Arc sat back in her seat unhappily, looking sullen. It seemed that she had not completely gotten over the incident with Atalanta.

"Thank you for your concern, Black Jeanne." Looking at Black Jeanne's appearance, Wang Chong was moved and smiled a little. Black Jeanne's arrogant look was so cute that people wanted to pinch her face.

"I don't care about you, a playboy. I'm just worried that you might be hungry and unable to fight, and you'll need my help." Black Jeanne snorted and turned her head away.

Wang Chong chuckled and didn't care. The other servants, even Matou Sakura and Ryougi Shiki, smiled slightly after seeing this. It was probably only the newly joined Atalanta who was a little confused.

……

The perspective switched to Jeanne's side. It was already half past eight, and Jeanne knew it was time to leave. So, after making arrangements with Irisviel, she went to look for Wang Chong.

"Wang Chongjun, should we set off? Have you finished tinkering with your magic props?" Joan of Arc asked at the door.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the sliding door swung open. Wang Chong emerged, looking exhausted. By this time, Wang Chong had already swapped his original form with his clone, allowing him to easily open the door.

"Mr. Wang Chong...are you okay?" Seeing Wang Chong looking exhausted, Joan of Arc couldn't help but ask.

"I'm fine, it just took a lot of energy to research those things. But I finally lived up to expectations and made the magic props." Wang Chong took out a dagger that looked like lightning.

"What is this?" Joan of Arc asked.

"A tool that can break contracts. It can achieve the effect of a Noble Phantasm. Any completed magic ritual related to magic can be destroyed with it. You should understand what I mean, right?" Wang Chong said with a smile.

"You mean this thing can break the contract between the Heroic Spirit and the Master?!" Jeanne was shocked when she heard this. She immediately used her true name recognition ability to check Wang Chong's current information. Sure enough, in the column of Noble Phantasms below him, there appeared a C+ rank Noble Phantasm called "Wan Fu Bi Ying Po Jie". It was made by turning Wang Chong's props into class abilities.

Of course, Wang Chong's intelligence panel was a system forgery, so even Jeanne's true name couldn't be seen through. Naturally, they couldn't know that this Noble Phantasm was actually another Servant's.

"...Are you planning to give this thing to Saber?" Jeanne immediately understood Wang Chong's plan and said quickly.

"Well, Jeanne, you know that if Saber's contract is still in that man's hands, she won't be able to truly help us. Besides, don't you think Irisviel is more suitable to be Saber's Master?" Wang Chong said with a smile, "I am making and using props in a reasonable way. It shouldn't violate the rules of the Holy Grail War."

"This..." Jeanne thought carefully and found that it was indeed in line with the rules of the Holy Grail War. She finally nodded and tacitly agreed to Wang Chong's possession of this item.

"So, are you planning to tell Irisviel and the others about this news now?" Joan of Arc asked.

"No, the right time has not arrived yet. Both Mrs. Irisviel and Saber still hold onto a glimmer of hope for Emiya Kiritsugu. If we tell them now, I'm afraid they won't adopt our suggestions, and it might even backfire." Wang Chong shook his head and said bluntly, "Don't worry, I'll intervene at the crucial moment. This will also help them completely sever their ties with that man."

"That's right, that's the only way. I just hope that by that time, Madam will be able to hold on." Joan of Arc could also see the condition of Irisviel and Altria, and agreed.

"Okay, let's get ready to go. Don't keep them waiting anxiously." After Wang Chong said this, he prepared to leave the room and head to the courtyard.

"Wait... this is for you." Meanwhile, Jeanne handed the hot soup she had been holding to Wang Chong, instructing him, "There might be a big battle later. Here's the hot soup I made, and there's a serving of duck confit on the table. It won't be too late to leave after you've finished eating. Mrs. Irisviel and Jeanne have already set off on foot. We'll catch up on those motorcycles."

"Uh...but I'm not really hungry." Wang Chong said involuntarily.

"No, if the soldiers don't have a full stomach, they won't have the strength to go to the battlefield. Besides, this is one of my best dishes, and I'm looking forward to your appreciation, Wang Chongjun." Joan of Arc said with a smile, but there was some seriousness in her eyes.

Wang Chong naturally knew that the so-called appreciation was fake, and that the real concern was for him. To some extent, Black Jeanne d'Arc and Jeanne d'Arc were strikingly similar in their care and consideration. However, while Wang Chong was grateful for Jeanne d'Arc's kindness, he had just finished showing off a bowl of noodles from Black Jeanne d'Arc.

"Hey, this is Joan of Arc's kindness. It's just a little bloating. It's not like I can't eat." Thinking so in his mind, Wang Chong took the bowl, ran to the hall immediately, and then started to eat.

"Slow down, don't choke, no one's snatching it away." Joan of Arc looked at Wang Chong happily as he quickly finished the dish he had made.

……

"Winds of the World, Dayun Motorcycle. Is this the same model that Stupid Wang rode?" Wang Chong looked at the motorcycle and suddenly remembered it. Without hesitation, he straddled it and gestured for it to actually sit on it.

"It feels like riding a horse. Just a little shorter." Joan of Arc sat up skillfully, her hands resting on Wang Chong's waist.

"Hold on tight, Joan of Arc! This thing's no slower than a warhorse." With that, Wang Chong twisted the handlebars, the exhaust pipe roaring, and the bike took off at high speed. Driven by inertia, Joan of Arc subconsciously reached out and hugged Wang Chong's waist tightly, pressing her entire body against his back. Then, Wang Chong sped off towards the Tōsaka residence.

Chapter 155: Gathering at the Tohsaka Family

"Is this the Tohsaka family?" Irisviel couldn't help but say as she looked at the courtyard.

"Assassin was killed here by the Hero King named Gilgamesh, but judging from the result, it seems that this was just a show. Assassin was monitoring us everywhere. It seems that he had some means to continuously split into many clones. And the Hero King only killed one of the clones." Artoria also spoke from the side.

"Oh la la la la—" A heroic voice echoed from the sky, and it was clear who was rushing over. In the sky, Iskandar, still wearing his white T-shirt with the words "Grand Strategy" emblazoned on it, landed at the courtyard gate in his ox cart with Waver.

"Hey! Saber, and her Master. It's great to see you're all safe and sound." Iskandar greeted them warmly as he arrived.

"Rider." Artoria nodded.

"It looks like everyone's here at the invitation of the Hero King's Master. Hmm... it looks pretty good, doesn't it?" Iskandar commented after surveying the courtyard and mansion. Then, looking at Artoria, he pointed at his clothes with his thumb and said with a smile, "By the way, why are you still wearing this unsightly armor? Aren't you wearing something fashionable tonight? After all, this is someone else's treat."

"Rider, what do you think this invitation is for?" After hearing this, Artoria looked at the other party with some confusion. Could it be that the other party really thought that this was just a simple party?

"Ah? Can't you see?" Iskandar lifted a large wine barrel from the oxcart, laughed, and said, "Of course we're here for a party. To show my appreciation, I even prepared the drinks myself."

"This guy is actually serious. He really thinks we are here for a party and a drink..." Artoria was obviously frustrated by Iskandar's trick.

At this moment, the sound of exhaust roared from behind Altria and Irisviel, causing the four people present to look towards the source of the sound.

"Haha, that's really fast, Caster~"

"I can go even faster. Watch out, Master."

"Wu~——"

It was Jeanne and Wang Chong who arrived. Wang Chong was speeding towards the Tōsaka residence on his motorcycle. Jeanne, driven by inertia, had already clung to Wang Chong tightly, her towering breasts flattened into a mass of dough, pressing firmly against Wang Chong's back. However, neither of them paid any attention to the situation. Like two children, they treated the motorcycle like a fun toy.

Soon, the two of them were about to reach the door. Wang Chong braked beautifully, his foot and tire scraping a black mark on the ground. Jeanne happily hugged Wang Chong tightly, resisting the inertia.

Finally, the two of them paused. Wang Chong extended his right index and middle fingers together, placed them on the right side of his forehead, and then raised them upwards, greeting everyone. "Hey, everyone's here. It seems I'm a little late, but I'm not too late."

Altria glanced at the motorcycle with a mixture of curiosity and envy, feeling as if she had lost something important. Iskandar, on the other hand, also surveyed the motorcycle with a touch of wonder and said, "Is this the warhorse of this era? Haha, it's quite interesting indeed."

"If Conqueror King is interested, he can also get one to play with. Believe me, anyone who loves speed and passion will not refuse this thing." Wang Chong laughed and said.

"King of Ruined King, you finally decided to come out. Have you finished the thing you have been tinkering with in the room?" Altria asked curiously.

"Well, that's about right. Maybe it will come in handy tonight. Hmm? Are all the people here? Shouldn't Lancer and Berserker be here too?" Wang Chong asked.

"Those two fellows, and those sewer rats hiding in the shadows, have no right to appear at my banquet." At this moment, a rather arrogant voice echoed from the roof of the Tōsaka residence. Golden particles condensed into form, and Gilgamesh appeared on the eaves. He gazed down and said coldly, "You mere cultivators, you've kept me waiting for so long, and now I have to come and greet you personally. You're truly audacious."

"Hahaha, don't be so angry. It's a rare feast, shouldn't it be mainly about happiness and entertainment?" Iskandar said with a laugh.

"The door you're about to exit is on your right. That's all I have to say." Gilgamesh said nothing more, clearly agreeing with Iskandar's words. However, before turning around, Gilgamesh deliberately paused for a moment on Wang Chong's... motorcycle.

"Interesting stuff. I'll go see if there's anything like it in the treasury later." His thoughts flitted through his mind, and Gilgamesh turned his back on the group and disappeared. Well, even the oldest, fat tiger king, couldn't escape the romance that only men possess—the pursuit of speed and passion.

"From what the King of Heroes said, it seems Berserker and Lancer have already arrived, but were taken to the left door... Hmm? Someone's coming." The King rushed off the motorcycle and saw the door of the Tōsaka family's house open. Kotomine Kirei slowly walked out, walked up to the six people, and said, "Welcome everyone. My master has been waiting for you in the house for a long time."

"It seems that you two, master and disciple, are not going to pretend anymore. That play back then deceived all of us." Wang Chong sneered.

"The conflict between us can be dealt with slowly in the future. Today, my master sincerely invites all the masters to come. I believe that everyone should be aware of the threat those alien masters pose to us. My master invited you all because he wants to work together to resolve this matter." Kotomine Kirei ignored Wang Chong's words and continued to speak calmly.

"Wait, you mean only the Masters are allowed in?" Combining Gilgamesh's words, Artoria quickly understood the implication of Kotomine Kirei's words.

"After all, this is also what my master is worried about and considering. Dealing with alien masters only requires discussion among the masters themselves. Placing servants in the courtyard is also to prevent invasion by foreign enemies. Even my master set an example and begged the Hero King to stay outside." Kotomine Kirei said.

For a moment, Kotomine Kirei's words caused the three Masters present to exchange glances. After all, they couldn't be sure if there was some hidden conspiracy.

"Of course, my master has taken your concerns into consideration. Here is a self-enforced document. The content of the oath is roughly that we, the Masters, shall not fight or kill each other in any form tonight. It has been signed by me, my master, and the two Masters Berserker and Lancer. As long as we sign this document, we will not be able to violate the power of the oath and do anything beyond the limit." Kotomine Kirei placed the self-enforced document in front of the three of them.

After the three of them met one by one, they felt relieved, but they all noticed an unusual name: Sora Nazele Sofiali.

"Lancer's former Master was unable to attend due to special reasons, so his wife came in his place and became Lancer's new Master." Kotomine Kirei explained.

This made Irisviel's heart tremble, after all, she knew exactly what happened to Lancer's former Master.

Kirei Mine didn't bother to care too much. He waited for the three of them to sign in turn, then said, "Then the oath is complete. You all need not worry anymore. Now, I beg you to join me, and I will also ask you, my Servants, to help us repel the enemy that may attack at any time."

After saying this, Kotomine Kirei turned and walked back to the house. Iskandar patted Waver on the shoulder and said, "Boy, it's time for you to be independent. Work hard, hahaha."

"I know, I know... I'm not a child." Weber was the first to follow into the house.

"Eri, be careful... After all, because of Kiritsugu's incident, I'm still worried that they might target you..." Altria warned seriously.

"Don't worry, Miss Saber, I will help Mrs. Ellie more in there." Joan of Arc said.

"In that case, thank you Miss Leticia. Ellie, if anything happens, please call for help in time. Although you are restricted, I can still help solve it. At least retreating is not a problem." After hearing this, Artoria felt much more relieved, and then she earnestly instructed Irisviel.

"Yes, I will. Saber, you should also be careful, as enemies could appear at any time." Irisviel responded with a somewhat stoic smile, then she and Jeanne entered the room hand in hand. Now, only Altria, Wang Chong, and Iskandar were left outside the courtyard.

Chapter 156: Banquet and Pressure

"Let's go, both of you! Don't keep the Hero King waiting too long." Iskandar stepped out first, heading directly to the right toward the iron gate of the courtyard. Wang Chong and Altria exchanged a glance, nodded, and followed.

When they arrived at the backyard, they found Gilgamesh sitting at a square table with his eyes closed. Looking to the left, they saw that the entire backyard was divided into two parts by an iron fence. Diarmait, Mad Lancelot, and a group of Hassans were sitting there.

"Don't worry about those guys. They are not qualified to sit at the same table with me." Gilgamesh opened his eyes and said lightly.

Wang Chong and the other two exchanged a long glance without saying anything, then took their seats. Iskandar set down the wine barrel he was carrying, smashed the lid with a punch, scooped a ladle of wine, and laughed heartily, saying, "Since we rarely get together, why not enjoy a drink? I'll be here first."

Iskandar drank the water proudly, then handed a ladleful of water to Gilgamesh and said, "Come, let's toast to the host first."

Gilgamesh took it, took a sip, and then didn't drink any more. He snorted and handed it back, saying, "What kind of cheap stuff is this? Do you really think this thing can be served at a banquet like this?"

"Really? This is already a very good wine in the local market." Iskandar frowned slightly and said.

"You think so because you don't know what real wine is." Gilgamesh clenched his hands, and the door to the King's Treasury opened again. Gilgamesh pulled out a large, glittering golden jug and said with some pride, "Look carefully, and remember, this is the so-called King's Wine."

As soon as the vessels were taken out, a rich aroma of wine instantly filled the air, making everyone who smelled it feel like they were already slightly tipsy, refreshing and refreshing. Gilgamesh was very pleased with the expressions of the three people, so he took out four glittering golden cups from his treasure and tossed them to Iskandar.

"This is really good," Iskandar said as he took the four glasses, filled them up, and distributed them to the others. The four of them raised their glasses and tasted.

After taking a sip, Wang Chong couldn't help but admire it. Although Gilgamesh's personality was indeed extremely arrogant, his taste was indeed impeccable. However, after taking this sip, Wang Chong thought to himself, "Look at this situation. Although I influenced the direction of the plot and made Artoria and Irisviel not stay in the castle, the Three Kings Banquet in the plot has still begun... Hmm? Three Kings? Then who am I?"

"Hey, you guys over there, it seems you're having a hard time standing there. It would be a waste to keep this barrel of wine here, so why not give it to you to drink." At this time, Iskandar generously brought his barrel of wine to the iron fence and handed it directly to Diarmuid who was closest to him.

"Thank you, Rider." Diarmait took the barrel without hesitation, then presented it to the Hassans and the still-frenzied Lancelot. Surprisingly, the Hassans remained true to their principles. They refused Diarmait's offer, as they were on patrol and on alert for the surroundings. On the other hand, the seemingly frantic Lancelot unexpectedly calmed down after smelling the wine. He opened the visor under his helmet and began to savor it.

"Haha, I didn't expect that you are also a wine lover." Diarmait chuckled, and the two of them started drinking together.

……

While the Heroic Spirits were enjoying themselves to the fullest, the atmosphere in the Tōsaka family's meeting room seemed somewhat subdued. The meeting room was now filled with the Masters who were openly participating in the war.

As the initiator of this meeting, Tōsaka Tokiomi was manipulating the Magic Stone to play two recordings. The first was the scene Tōsaka Tokiomi had witnessed the previous night, showing Emiya Kiritsugu meeting those unusual Servants and preparing for his next attack on either the Matou or Tōsaka families. The second recording, however, showed Emiya Kiritsugu entering the castle and battling Kayneth, culminating in Kayneth's final defeat at the hands of Emiya Kiritsugu.

This second record was handed to him personally by Kotomine Kirei after Tōsaka Tokiomi called him back in the evening. It was said that when he was chasing Emiya Kiritsugu today and almost captured him, he was stopped by an unknown blond man, and then he inexplicably obtained this item from that man.

"I think everyone is clear about what happened next. Madam Sora, as the fiancée of Lord El-Melloi, it is up to you to explain the current situation of El-Melloi." Tōsaka Tokiomi said.

"Uh..." Sora stood up reluctantly, then spoke in a deep voice, "Kenneth...his limbs are now paralyzed, and all his magic circuits are useless. He has become a complete cripple."

"What?! Teacher Kenneth actually..." Waver had seen Kenneth's plight before, but hadn't stepped forward to examine him. He had assumed he'd simply suffered a serious injury. However, when he'd just read the records and heard that Emiya Kiritsugu had disabled Kenneth's magic circuits, he'd been a bit incredulous. Now, he'd been unexpectedly proven to be completely useless. Waver knew the world of magic all too well; such an act was even more painful than killing Kenneth.