Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

"you you!"

The blonde angel, now speechless with fear and shock, dared not attack Yinglin and even took a few steps back.

Unbeknownst to her, it was Irisviel who was protecting her, facing Yinglin's sharp gaze directly.

Chapter Seventy-Six: Telling the parents won't do!

"Speechless. Did I really guess so many things correctly?"

Yinglin suppressed his laughter and tried his best not to make a sound.

At this moment, even the mischievous Tamamo-no-Mae became very serious.

Even though she couldn't hold back in the dark, she pretended to be calm and smiled as she watched the archangel hiding behind Master.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that this combination meant Master was incredibly strong.

However, according to Tamamo-no-Mae's prediction, high-ranking angels like Metatron must have some degree of beast-like strength, right?

Of course, this wasn't just a guess; it was her intuition that told her she had become a beast and that Metatron was troublesome.

"You, you are a monster. Why did I come here? Just like you said, I absorbed the malice of those humans, which is why I... hate this world so much."

Metatron was furious, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, she would likely side with Shadowlin.

Because her mission is to keep the world from becoming too chaotic and to preserve genuine hope.

"Have it?"

But to Metatron's surprise, Irisviel, being a homunculus, turned around and asked in confusion.

"But you have no ill intentions towards me, in fact, it seems like you feel sorry for me."

"Because artificial humans are innocent, all the blame lies with humanity."

"What kind of mission is this? But you also really like human food."

Irisviel turned to the corner, to the half-eaten hamburger.

Everyone looked over and felt that Metatron was being hypocritical.

They also like "junk food".

I didn't know; I thought he learned it from Hei Dai.

"What nonsense! I was merely influenced by the evil of this world!"

Seeing that she was still being stubborn, Yinglin suddenly thought of a way.

"Hey! How about I absorb the malice in your body, and you'll return to normal?"

"What? Having witnessed the wickedness of the world, how could I think I'm safe just because I absorbed it so easily?"

Metatron objected without hesitation, but the next second she regretted it.

"Alright, then I'll just have to try to summon Him as I wish? Or, I think telling Him your message is also a good idea."

In other words, it means calling the parents.

Not only Tamamo-no-Mae and Minamoto no Yorimitsu couldn't hold back, but even Irisviel, the artificial human who theoretically had little emotion, laughed.

"No, no, this is absolutely not allowed!"

Metatron bypassed Irisviel to stop Shadowlin's audacious act.

Who taught you to do this? It's so unethical!

"Oh~"

"I...I'll take it, okay!"

The invincible Metatron was ultimately defeated by Yinglin. She was a little afraid that this man, who symbolized hope, would expose her affairs to the higher-ups.

That would put her in trouble!

Not only was the task not completed, but they even created an even bigger problem.

"That's right."

Yinglin was very satisfied with Metatron's performance.

To deal with this kind of person, you should crack down on them and tell their parents.

That's why she's afraid.

If you are simply defeated, you won't even feel much; you'll just feel like you've lost.

"Damn it."

Having lost his confidence, Metatron could no longer use the identity of Joan of Arc to cause trouble in front of Shadowlin.

I'm afraid even other identities won't work.

She had already guessed it was her, which is why she treated the problem so effectively!

Damn it, I'm already thinking about opening a stall!

In his intense anger, Metatron gradually changed.

"Hello, Irisviel, is she your Servant?"

"Yes."

As she spoke, the white-haired girl, who always maintained a smile, extended her right hand, and the Command Seals on her wings, which exuded a pure aura, already indicated her identity.

"That's it."

It seems there are many hidden things in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

Perhaps we could inquire about Kiritsugu Emiya first.

"Do you know Kiritsugu Emiya, a participant in the last Holy Grail War?"

“I know.” Irisviel thought hard, seemingly unfamiliar with him.

"When we learned that the monarch was also going to participate, we gave up our spot. The remaining spot was given by my grandfather to the infamous magician killer, Emiya Kiritsugu, on a whim."

"So that's how it is. Where's the Lesser Grail?"

"No need. That Holy Grail was extremely pure and didn't need any Lesser Grails to complete it."

Yinglin still felt that there was too little useful information, but it didn't matter.

No matter how you ask, it won't change the fact that the warden had already won the Holy Grail War.

He just disguised it so that even outsiders couldn't tell.

"Alright, if you're willing, then become my ally."

"Allies?"

Irisviel remembered how easily Metatron had exposed her identity, and immediately agreed.

"Sure, but our dream of Einzbern might conflict with yours."

"It's alright. I have no interest in the Holy Grail, let alone that thing. It's been useless for a long time. You can ask her if you don't believe me."

Yinglin was referring to Metatron.

"Really? Really?" Alicefia looked at the golden angel in disbelief.

"That's it."

The angel, unwilling to hurt Master, chose a vague explanation.

In fact, even excluding Irisviel's influence, Metatron would have given the same answer.

Just because...

That man is truly incomprehensible.

When has she ever felt so aggrieved?

"This……"

Seeing that her Master was somewhat sad, Metatron was at a loss for how to comfort her. She wanted to tell her that there was no need to take her long-cherished wish so seriously, but Yinglin beat her to it.

"The materialization of the soul will one day be realized, and only then can we escape a hopeless future."

"what?"

Irisviel hadn't expected that it would be Yinglin who comforted her, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

The principle is actually very simple; it's the foundation of the Servant Universe.

We'll just have to wait and see when it will be realized.

"really?"

"Of course, but I can't guarantee how long it will take."

"Well, it's good enough to have even one hope."

Irisviel sighed, unwilling to see her family lose its reason for existence.

"I feel like I'm useless..." Metatron stared at the scene in silence.

Then, she became indifferent.

Just like after Yinglin exposed everything, she only wanted to give up.

"If you feel really uncomfortable, you might as well take a drive to relieve your boredom."

"drive?"

Irisviel gradually became interested.

"I understand."

A legendary racing legend was born!

"then you……"

When everyone looked over, Metatron's appearance had changed again.

Her clothes hadn't changed, but a throne had appeared beneath her, lying there lazily, holding a hamburger that had somehow appeared in her hand, and speaking casually.

"Master, you haven't forgotten that we're on the Clock Tower's side, have you?"

Chapter 77 Mei Zhen: We can set it up now.

"But are you their match?"

Irisviel asked in bewilderment, her innocent eyes and exquisite, angelic face leaving Metatron speechless for a long time.

With his identity exposed and him threatened, Metatron dared not oppose Yinglin.

To put it bluntly, the one among them most likely to attack Yinglin is probably Irisviel, the android with the least combat power.

"I... never mind, whatever."

Apathy gradually took over her mind, and Metatron no longer cared about her Master.

Of course, just being lazy can be boring, so a little binge eating is also necessary.

The delicious food of the world is still so unforgettable.

"That's right. Anyway, that's all I'm willing to do. As for the rest..."

Just like Yinglin said, we drove around and had some fun.

"Speaking of which, you don't actually have any hope for the Clock Tower, do you?" Yinglin asked the angel who was eating "junk food."

"No, I just wanted to say a few words."

The golden angel was too lazy to move; even when she spoke, she was just waving her perfect white silk-clad feet.

"So, you're saying you're not convinced?"

"No, no! Don't talk nonsense!"