Type-Moon, but the Gal Romance System

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Atalanta instinctively dodged, but this allowed Medusa to achieve her goal of evacuation.

The battle between Archer and Rider ended in an unexpected way—although the final Rider turned into Lancer.

Having witnessed the entire event, Mochizuki Oboro turned to Reines and asked, "What are your thoughts?"

“That posture doesn’t seem like a simple change in appearance. Something inside must have changed as well.” Reines exited her Mystic Eye state.

Mochizuki Oboro nodded, directly pointing out: "You're a contestant too, right?"

Artoria silently shielded Mochizuki Oboro behind her to prevent any potential danger.

“That’s right. Eri’s brother is quite perceptive.” Reines readily admitted.

The real reasoning actually comes from outside the venue. There are only so many acquaintances; it would be hard for Mochizuki Oboro not to guess.

Reines raised her right hand, revealing the Command Seals on the back of her hand: "However, Eri and I are not allies. We just want to see the mysteries of 'Servants' and 'Noble Phantasms' that cannot be reproduced in modern times."

"That means the next time we meet, we'll be enemies," Artoria said.

Reines snapped her fingers: "Bingo~ But my servants are no match for you. If we fight, please go easy on me and spare my life. I'll withdraw from the competition then."

Reines' other objective today was to gather information on Mochizuki Oboro. Although her acting wasn't great, she still managed to get some results.

Saber, the strongest Servant among the seven classes. Artoria's stats left Reines speechless: Strength B, Endurance B, Agility B, Mana A, Luck A+, Noble Phantasm A++.

He's practically a perfect all-rounder.

However, Reines was unaware that Artoria's true Master was Ayaka Sajou, and that if Oboro Mochizuki were to provide the magic, these stats could be further increased.

“In other words, my life comes first, the competition second,” Reines said, shrugging. “Of course, if I’m lucky enough to win, I won’t do anything to you.”

……

Not long after, at the Custer family's house.

Tonight's intelligence came as a slight surprise to Ash.

If Rider's transformation had been used on the battlefield, it would have caught opponents off guard, but unfortunately, something went wrong and the transformation happened prematurely.

The unexpected cause was undoubtedly the arrow shot by the fake Assassin at Rider's Master. We can tentatively deduce that it was the fake Assassin's Noble Phantasm, but its effect is unknown.

"Triple Summoning"—that's the secret behind Rider's transformation. As a true genius magician, Ash didn't take long to figure it out.

"This Holy Grail War is very abnormal," Ash said.

“It was destined from the moment you violated the rules and summoned Chiyo.” Caster scooped up a spoonful of cake.

“My actions are still within reason and have not broken any limits. The same goes for Rider; although he may seem intimidating, he is still based on Lancer’s Spirit Origin.”

Ash frowned and said, "Only that fake Assassin. A normal Holy Grail War can only have seven classes of Servants. She most likely belongs to the extra class."

"An additional job class?" Caster looked dumbfounded.

Ash-sensei patiently began her lesson: "All Servants who are not among the seven major classes are collectively referred to as EX, which means extra classes."

After some discussion, Chiyome was automatically assigned the task of gathering intelligence.

Ash and Castor decided to adopt some strategies to deal with the pseudo-Assassin. Regardless of the combat strength of the extra-class servants, they should not be underestimated.

"Please rest assured, my lord. Gathering intelligence is something ninjas excel at," Chiyome said confidently. "Perhaps we can give you some unexpected surprises tomorrow."

For example, directly killing that fake Assassin's Master.

"Preserving oneself is more important than receiving unexpected surprises. If necessary, compromise and give up intelligence are acceptable," Ash said.

"Bring me back a pizza tomorrow night, please." Castor remained focused.

……

It was 11 p.m. in Medea's magic workshop.

The layers of spells applied serve to isolate and conceal the small world being constructed; even Ash cannot lock onto it, let alone observe it.

Few normal people would attempt to break into another magician's workshop; doing so would not only be the most outrageous provocation but could also easily lead to their premature exit from the biosphere.

Medusa canceled her spirit transformation and revealed her true form: "What just happened?"

"It's nothing. I just suddenly have a goal I want to pursue."

For some reason, Medea's mind is now filled with thoughts of love, and she can't wait to find the prince and give him everything.

"During the battle? Could it be that he was hit by another Servant's spell?"

Medusa felt quite strange. She thought her Master shouldn't be thinking about romance during battle.

“Most likely not. I checked myself and didn’t find anything suspicious.” Medea sat on the shelf, resting her chin on her hands. “You can check it again.”

In terms of magical skill, Medusa was inferior to Medea. Since the Master hadn't detected anything wrong, she naturally hadn't noticed either.

If Kama were there, she would definitely scoff and say that if it were that easy to detect, she could just retire.

Medusa in her Lancer form sat down as well: "Archer has pinpointed our approximate location today, but we can't reveal it yet. What should we do tomorrow?"

“Let’s go find the handsome prince,” Medea said. “That’s my goal now.”

"Let's go together?" Medusa repeated, somewhat stammering.

Medea nodded. "Use Saber form. After all, Rider and Lancer have been exposed. I'll cast a spell to erase your presence. As long as you're not face-to-face with other Masters, they shouldn't be able to detect you."

“Since the Master is going out, it is only natural for the Servant to accompany him.” Medusa sighed.

"I wish I could meet His Highness tomorrow," Medea began to daydream.

Chapter 83 The Standard Ending for a Female Ninja (4k)

Artoria realized one thing: having the Master of Hopeful Moonlight Oboro was not always a good thing.

Whenever the mood strikes, he'll grab his notebook and drawing pencils and stay put to draw, completely oblivious to his surroundings. Compared to that, frequently using people around him as models is nothing.

On the morning of the third day of the Holy Grail War, Mochizuki Oboro completely let loose, bringing out her rarely used drawing board and all sorts of professional tools.

This time, the model is rather special. It's not Ayaka Sajou, nor Kama, but Ohashi Fuyuki.

Painting outdoors in winter.

Just thinking about it makes me feel cold.

And indeed, that was the case. As a bodyguard, Artoria squatted by the roadside, hands in her pockets, observing passersby with a blank expression.

Completely oblivious to the temperature and the strange looks, Mochizuki Oboro focused intently on her painting.

I've been drawing portraits a lot lately, and if I don't practice my landscape drawing skills, I'll almost lose them.

"Aren't you wearing gloves? Your fingers are a little red," Artoria asked.

"It will affect the accuracy." Mochizuki Oboro sketched the lines of the bridge.

"Okay. I'll go get some fries across the street first." Artoria stood up: "Master, would you like a hamburger too?"

“Hot coffee will do. We’ll go to Fukayama-cho later. I want to go to Ryudou-ji Temple on Mount Enzo in the west to gather material,” said Mochizuki Oboro.

"Understood. Please wait here for a moment."

"You can come over after you've eaten your fill, I'll be here for a long time." Mochizuki Oboro dipped her brush in blue paint and began to paint the colors of the Unawaken River.

Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere, the Knight King also became somewhat leisurely, and his biggest hope every day was the large table of food prepared by Sajō Ayaka.

Three meals a day are far from enough for Artoria. In addition to breakfast, lunch and dinner, she also has regular activities such as morning tea, afternoon tea and midnight snacks, and she adds extra meals to herself from time to time.

The Master stood alone beside the Weiyuan River, exposed to the cold wind.

Fuyuki is a small seaside town. Although the winters may sound long, the climate is actually mild, and it is rarely hit by severe cold—this year is an exception.

The Miwon River divides Fuyuki into two distinct parts: the eastern side is a modern new town, while the western side is Fukayama-cho, the old town, built entirely against the mountainside.

As the sun gradually climbed into the sky, it began to dispel the chill of the early morning.

[Skills "Charm of the Roots (D)" and "Floral Splendor (B)" have been activated.]

A French fry was proudly poked onto Mochizuki's lips.

The third-rate painter, whose mind was filled with nothing but the image of Fuyuki Ohashi, held the potato chips in his fangs, then tilted his head back to let them slide into his mouth, bit them into pieces, and swallowed them.

Next came the chicken pieces smeared with ketchup. Following behind were shredded roast chicken, boneless chicken legs and wings, and hot tea to cut through the richness.

An experiment was conducted that showed that when people are on the phone, they tend to subconsciously accept anything handed to them.

This is exactly the state Mochizuki Oboro is in right now. Normally, he would have noticed something was wrong long ago—Artoria doesn't like coarse food, let alone buy such a large amount of fast food.

Forget about feeding her, it would be a huge victory if Artoria didn't steal anything from Mochizuki Oboro's bowl.

After finishing the main body of the bridge, Mochizuki Oboro, who was now relaxed, turned around and took a look.

The black-haired, purple-eyed girl smiled confidently: "How's my service? Pretty impressive, right?"

"It's alright. Just a bit full," Mochizuki Oboro commented. Although the service was very considerate, it didn't take into account that his stomach capacity was actually only average, not as exaggerated as Artoria's.

"I will definitely improve next time."

"Your name is?"

"Just call me Miss Mochizuki."

"That might not work. Just tell me your name."

Chiyome smiled slightly: "Are you already so eager to strike up a conversation with me? It's better to take things one step at a time."

Mochizuki Oboro pointed a finger and said, "Because I share the same surname as you, it sounds weird when I call it that."

"..."

Chiyome, presumptuous as she was, coughed lightly, feigning nonchalance: "Then, Miss Shrine Maiden."

Mochizuki Oboro carefully examined Chiyome for a while, confirming that she had never met her in reality.

It's a new character.

"Thank you for your kindness, Shrine Maiden. But why did you choose to feed them yourself?" Mochizuki Oboro pondered, stroking her chin. "Or was it love at first sight?"

...Wow. She casually uttered something quite narcissistic.

Although it wasn't love at first sight, I do have a strange, inexplicable fondness for her.

“That’s right. It was love at first sight.” Chiyome nodded. Telling a small lie was no big deal in order to gather information.

Artoria arrived late, carrying a bag of bread.

The Knight King wasn't surprised, because this kind of thing happened every day. Women frequently tried to strike up conversations with Mochizuki Oboro.

"Good morning." Artoria glanced at the surrounding packaging. "Is this young lady interested in him?"

“I’m very interested. Are you his lover or wife?” Chiyome asked with a smile.

Normally, Artoria would have reacted. But now she's basically undergoing desensitization training with Ayaka Sajou and Kama every day.

“It’s a servant.” Artoria pulled out a croissant. “What’s wrong?”

"It's nothing. You don't mind if I pursue you, do you?" Chiyome asked.

"Whatever you want." Artoria was more than happy that the girl in front of her could consume some of Mochizuki Oboro's energy.

Ash created a Mystic Code for Chiyome that can detect a Servant's class and hide her own magical energy fluctuations.

Chiyome's "Presence Concealment" is rated A+. With Ash's Mystic Code, as long as she doesn't release magical energy to provoke others, even if other Masters get right up to her face, they won't be able to recognize Chiyome's Servant identity.

The blonde girl before him was undoubtedly the most powerful swordswoman among the seven classes. If that's the case, then he must be Saber's Master?

Then we definitely can't miss it.

And so, Chiyome began her job as an Assassin: intelligence gathering.

She is fully aware of her own charm as a woman. Winning over Saber's Master shouldn't be a problem.

However, for the next two and a half hours, Mochizuki Oboro spent the time drawing, chatting with Chiyome at most, and remained unmoved by the seductive hints.

He painted from Fuyuki Bridge to Ryudong Temple, and from Ryudong Temple to Fuyuki Church. It wasn't until 11 a.m. that Mochizuki Ryou finally packed up his canvas, completely satisfied.

"I'm hungry. I need to eat lunch." Artoria's ahoge (cowlick) looked a little droopy.

"Weren't you eating bread all morning?" Chiyo had not yet realized the true strength of the British Lion King.

“Those are no different from eating sunflower seeds to her.” Mochizuki Oboro stretched.

You found a restaurant.