Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

"vulgar."

"But it's fun, and it's not a terrible thing."

Irisviel wasn't afraid. Yinglin had so many women around him; one more wouldn't really make a difference.

"never mind."

Metatron didn't bother to persuade her; he simply helped her silently.

The only troubling question is, does that man really have that much charm?

I didn't know; I thought it was some kind of male succubus.

Normally, I wouldn't be attracted to this kind of person.

Metatron said with great confidence.

……

Despite not obtaining much useful information, Yinglin remained unconvinced.

Even if there is, judging from the fact that most people in your month like to tell riddles.

It's definitely useless.

You have to figure it out yourself.

Artoria is even more significant. In Singularity F, she said a lot of things that were unclear, and it was only after players searched for relevant information that they came to the conclusion that she was a guardian of humanity.

Of course, it's also possible that this was just a deliberate riddle to make it easier to fill in the gaps later.

Fortunately, Morgan's reaction gave Yinglin part of the answer.

As long as she's happy, all that's left in her heart is disdain for Artoria.

There's still room for me to come up with an excellent solution.

"Speaking of knitting clothes, it reminds me of an old friend."

Morgan, nestled in the boy's arms, wearily opened his eyes and casually uttered a sentence.

"Oh, Habeyah."

“I knew that too.” Morgan was only slightly surprised, but quickly recovered and nodded.

"When I wake up, I will awaken Tetrot and name her Haber Cat Knight, and she will help Irisviel make clothes."

Morgan loved this adorable nickname and accepted it readily, even imagining Trott baring her teeth and claws in protest.

"Okay, remember, make a white wedding dress."

Knowing that this was one of Tertrol's specialties, Yinglin mentioned it briefly.

"A wedding dress? No problem, but it will be tough on her."

It's impossible for her to have only one. If Tamamo-no-Mae sees that she has one, she will definitely act cute and cling to Yinglin.

Then, the adorable "Habe Meow" suffered.

"Ahem, I'll give her a reward."

"Um……"

Perhaps she had overheard that Yinglin was going to give her a wedding dress, Morgan suddenly thought of pushing her limits, and wrapped her white thighs even tighter, murmuring.

"Let me drift off to sleep in happiness."

"it is good."

……

Morgan didn't persist; the prelude to a new round of battle had already lulled her into a sweet sleep, her lips uttering softly.

"I must wear the most beautiful wedding dress."

After tucking the witch in, Yinglin was about to head back when he saw the mysterious Irisviel.

For some reason, her eyes were full of curiosity as she hid behind the corner of the wall, as if trying to hear what was happening inside.

However, Yinglin was very cautious and set up barriers everywhere, so that no one outside could hear him.

And the most outrageous thing is—

"Why are you all wearing nun's habit?"

Yinglin stared blankly at the two girls dressed in extremely conservative nun's habit, yet their beautiful figures were still undeniable.

Didn't you say you were feeling very agitated?

Metatron, having finally found an opportunity, retorted.

"this."

"Please come to the church with me. Today you taught me how to drive, and tonight I will help you find peace of mind."

"May you still be able to understand and analyze the current situation during the crisis to come."

Chapter 89 The Nun's Prayer

church

Yinglin remembered that it wasn't here.

But he couldn't be bothered to care, so he just went along with Irisviel.

At the same time, I also want to see what kind of job Metatron will give me.

Perhaps because she had just started as a "nun," Irisviel had zero knowledge. Standing in front of Yinglin, she clasped her hands together and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

It seemed as if she was praying for Yinglin in her heart, wishing him to see a bright future.

As an angel, Metatron knew more or less what a nun should do. She lazily raised her head, her long, golden hair cascading down, her beautiful eyelashes fluttering slightly, and her golden eyes revealing excitement. Suddenly, she stretched out her jade-like foot, encased in white stockings, pointing directly at Yinglin.

"Repent."

Yinglin looked up and saw the pair of slender and lovely pure white wings on the angel's back, fluttering as if they were very happy. He knew what Metatron was thinking.

It wasn't a consolation at all.

"Hmm, do you think I've committed any crime?"

"a lot of."

Metatron suddenly became smug and said, "Not those lowly monsters, but the lives you killed with your own hands."

How did this guy suddenly turn into a judge?

Even Irisviel was dumbfounded. Was this supposed to be comforting?

This is definitely not adding fuel to the fire!

"Wait, you're doing this." Irisviel tried to stop her, but it was to little avail.

"For example, Lostbelts..."

Arjuna?

If Kuang Na's Dao Heart collapsed, it caused problems for him personally.

That Lostbelt is indeed dangerous.

It could lead to many things, including death.

Yinglin pondered for a moment and said, "If I can go, I certainly won't leave them to their own devices. At least I'll get them to the British Chronicles, where they're short of people."

"You've made up your mind so quickly? I thought you would object."

Actually, Metatron was just having some fun; it wasn't a trial, and she wasn't in the mood for it anyway.

“Look, isn’t he recovering very quickly now? There’s no need to persuade him anymore, because my nun’s habit is the greatest benefit.”

Metatron said proudly, his head held high, "I am the village goose."

"There's not much difference."

Yinglin, who was supposed to be fun, couldn't help but feel disappointed.

The only eye-catching part was the nun's habit.

Unfortunately, it's too conservative, and you can't see anything clearly.

Only the barely visible white stockings accentuated the nun's beauty.

"You want more? No way, I'm not so easily bought off by you."

Metatron said with a smile.

The next second, she was dumbfounded.

Perhaps feeling that Metatron wasn't so reliable, Irisviel instead used what she thought was a reasonable method, reaching out to embrace Yinglin's head and gently placing it on her silky thighs, murmuring something.

"Does this make you feel more comfortable?"

Not satisfied with what she had just said, she placed her fair fingers on his forehead and stroked it very gently, as if giving him a careful massage.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Compared to all your delicious food, this is nothing. If you really want to thank me, it would be great if you could tell me whether the future of the soul becoming materialized will come true."

"The meaning of Einzbern's existence..." Yinglin sighed.

"To be honest, I can't guarantee it 100%."

"It's alright, it's good enough to have an answer." Irisviel wasn't surprised; the family's long-cherished wish was never so easily fulfilled.

Even the magicians who created the Einzbern family didn't think there was any hope in doing so; most of them left, leaving only a group of androids.

"But are you curious about what that kind of world is like?"

"Of course I'm curious!"

Since the girl had said so, Yinglin naturally told her about the description of the World of Warriors without reservation.

Overall, it's not complicated and can be explained in simple terms.

"Everyone is a Servant? And with almost unlimited lifespans, it really is a world of fantasy..." Irisviel felt intensely curious about this.

Unfortunately, she didn't know if she would ever have the chance to see it with her own eyes.

"That's an exaggeration, but... it's not impossible."

Metatron added.

"Ah."

"cough."

The white-haired beauty, gently stroking the boy's hair, sighed softly.

Yinglin looked up and saw a hint of sadness in the girl's pure and beautiful eyes, and couldn't help but ask.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that the life of androids..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ying Lin interrupted her.

"I thought it was some big deal."

For Yinglin, who possesses numerous powers, granting someone immortality would be far too easy.

"what?"

A pure life force emanated from Ying Lin's palm, flowing into Irisviel's body and instantly elevating her form.

Even Metatron could sense the subtle enhancement.

"Consider this a gift for you today. I hope your lap pillow isn't just a temporary thing."

Without even needing to examine it, just a slight sensation was enough for Irisviel to know that her body had undergone tremendous changes.

In some ways, she could be a follower of Yinglin, or a member of a deity-like group.

He possessed a lifespan that most people could only dream of, and even his strength increased significantly.