Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 605: Who are you?

Central Hospital, first floor lobby.

The members of the Chelon Canticle Brigade are on standby here.

In order to prevent others from invading.

However, before other Servants broke through the barrier, there were things that the Chelon Canticle Brigade couldn’t ignore...

"That is Gilgamesh that our king mentioned. If it is not necessary, don’t be enemies with him... and that Avenger and vampire... that pink vampire... is the nun who went to the late king’s room that day..."

Lorelei frowned when she saw this.

To be honest, she felt quite unhappy about Moran’s favor towards Noel. In terms of identity, the other party is just a nun, and she doesn’t know why she can attract Moran’s attention.

Even if Lorelei investigated Noel’s family background,

also found nothing great.

Her parents are just ordinary civilians in France, and she is just a country girl.

I really can’t understand why Moran loves her so much, indulging her like taking care of his own sister.

In terms of identity, she is obviously more noble.

In terms of ability, she is obviously stronger.

Thinking of Noel’s quirky appearance, Lorelei couldn’t help but feel angry.

She was so proud that she almost had the words "trash~trash~" on her lips all day long.

After Noel transforms into a bloodsucker.

The Principle Idea Blood will adjust her physiological state perfectly.

For Noel, the figure of twelve years old is her most perfect and powerful period.

Although the appearance after adulthood has a special charm.

However, from the perspective of a long-lived species, her appearance at the age of twelve is the most prosperous state.

In terms of beauty, she is indeed better at the age of twelve.

It is also true that Moran likes her like this.

Noel would use her twelve-year-old loli advantage to be like a kitten in Moran’s arms every day.

In Lorelei’s eyes, this is a despicable method, so slutty that she doesn’t talk about any aristocratic etiquette, and turns her body into a weapon.

Does the king like this kind of woman?

Is it because I am not as lively as her?

Or is it that the king regards her as an uninteresting woman?

As the saying goes, when a woman steps into the river of love, she thinks about more and more things, and each one is more outrageous than the other.

While Lorelei was thinking about these things in her mind.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the center of the hall.

That is Moran’s figure.

"King, we await your arrival."

Lorelei reacted immediately.

She placed her hand on her chest to show respect.

"Reduce the output of the barrier. The guys outside are having a good time right now, so we might as well add some fuel to the fire... In order for us to get the Holy Grail, we have to deal with it properly.

Also, I need to go to Tsubaki Kuruoka’s clinic later. Before I speak, don’t let anyone in."

Moran said teasingly.

Just listening to his words, one can already imagine the reaction of the barrier weakening and the heroic spirits outside intensifying the battle due to this change.

However, Lorelei couldn’t help but narrow her eyes when she heard this.

The Holy Grail is not what Moran is pursuing.

When he had breakfast with Moran before, Moran joked that he could give her the Holy Grail.

He was still asking everyone present who wanted it.

Of course, those who can have breakfast with Moran are his wives, and even if they want the Holy Grail, they just want to play with it.

Moran never said that he was pursuing the Holy Grail.

After spending many days together, Lorelei already knew Moran’s personality, he was not a small man bound by the Holy Grail.

"Reduce the barrier? Will that affect the hospital...?"

"Lorelei, I’m here. Hehe, are you still worried about the safety of the hospital?"

"Indeed, with the majesty of our king, presumably no matter what kind of villains can only be shocked by your brilliance."

"Hahahaha, Lorelei, people have to be low-key, I don’t like being flamboyant."

Moran showed a faint smile.

This scene made Lorelei’s eyes twitch.

"I already know what kind of person the king is. But before that, there is another thing..."

"Oh? What is it?"

At the moment when someone like Moran asked this question.

Lorelei swayed and drew the long sword from her waist.

The next second, Moran’s nape was pressed against the blade of the rapier, Lorelei appearing behind him.

"Who exactly are you?"

Hospital back door, garden.

This is an area provided by the hospital for patients to recuperate and relax, where many people usually sit to enjoy the flowers and scenery.

A good mood can also help with the condition.

Although the season is already winter, there is a unique sense of loneliness in winter, with a unique sense of tranquility contained within.

However, this silence was broken by the Dead Apostle and the Heroic Spirit.

"Hahaha! Is that a Djinn? I didn’t expect you to be able to control such a thing! Really, Assassin! You always give me surprises! As long as you accept me, I can let you control even stronger Djinn. Don’t you want to try becoming that King Solomon?"

"...This is not control. Are you insulting the great ancestors and their teachings...!"

The female Assassin murmured hateful words.

Then, a dreamy smoke emerged from her body, transforming into giant beasts and giants that charged towards Jester.

[Delusional Illusion (Zabaniya)]

This Noble Phantasm possesses the ability to command Djinn.

The Djinn, in the form of dense mist, can transform into various forms such as giant beasts, snakes, beautiful women, giants, etc., and can be combined arbitrarily for physical attacks.

However, Jester is no ordinary Dead Apostle.

He is the highest-ranking Dead Apostle below the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, and only the successor chosen by the Ancestors can fight him.

No matter what kind of physical damage is inflicted, his blood splatters everywhere.

The next second, Jester directly recovers.

He stared intently at the female Assassin with fiery eyes, his joyful smile that seemed to lick the faces of others was disgusting.

The female Assassin once again felt that sense of powerlessness.

The feeling of being helpless against the Dead Apostles.

"Ah, my dear Assassin... continue to hate me, watch me! Your fiery gaze is scorching my soul, your tears are the spices sprinkled when I eat! How joyful, how beautiful it is to meet you in this life!?"

Jester seemed to sing the praises of all the beauty in this world.

That joyful smile of a devout believer.

The female Assassin felt dizzy and nauseous.