"What I put there was clearly the Golden Fleece? This catalyst should only summon Medea, right?"
Facing Roland's question, Medea raised her head and said seriously, "But I am Medea. Although my current physical body is still that of a girl, the legend of my future has indeed overlapped with me. To be honest, I am also very distressed. I just graduated from my master yesterday, but suddenly I gained the memory of the future and was given such a bad reputation."
She knew what kind of tragedy her character would cause. The memories of her girlhood made her unconsciously desire a relationship that started with a blind date, but the memories of the future warned her that she must never give her love away.
Once you give your love, what you will most likely get in return is betrayal.
The superposition of the two legends not only gave Medea experience, but also gave her two completely different treasures, but it also created a contradictory psychology in her.
Unable to trust others, yet longing for love, she seems to be quite evasive in this state of mind. She doesn't care about things like the Holy Grail at all and just wants to take things one step at a time.
If the Master can still accept it, then see what will happen next. If the Master cannot accept it, she will directly terminate the contract and wait for herself to perish after her magic power is exhausted.
"How could it turn out like this? How did it happen?"
Roland understood the current situation. After all, he had once been into the game called FGO. In the singularity of the Sealed Ends of the Four Seas: Okeanos, his opponent had appeared in a more immature form.
What he couldn't understand was how this could happen.
"If you really want to find a reason, it can only be you, Master."
Medea paused, and a charming smile appeared on her beautiful face.
"Master, you have a sense of peculiarity that is out of place in the modern world, whether it's magic, soul, or that abnormal feeling that cannot be observed. It's better to say that you are destined to summon only abnormal characters."
Roland quickly realized the ability given by the Shendu that he had overlooked.
"A person of natural nobility?"
Roland smiled helplessly and said, "Forget it. It doesn't matter in terms of the result."
Gazing at the surprise and joy on Roland's face, Medea only felt a sweet and healing feeling filling her empty heart.
Even if the witch of betrayal is indeed a possibility in her future, she is still the pure Medea now, so she should be able to choose to love, right?
Even if the future is unpredictable, even if the past is always with her, at this moment, the joy and trust that the man in front of her has for her who is called a betrayer is real, and that is enough.
Suddenly, Roland felt his trouser leg being tugged hard by a small hand.
Matou Sakura hugged Roland's legs with all her limbs like a koala, and looked at him with resentful eyes, revealing a very jealous expression, as if a hardworking wife caught her husband who was having a dissolute life outside.
Roland reached out and touched Matou Sakura's head.
"Okay, Sakura, today's mission is over, go to bed."
"Don't want..."
Although she is very precocious, Sakura Matou, who is still ignorant about many things, cannot understand Medea's emotions, but she still instinctively senses that something is wrong.
"It's okay, Master." Medea smiled, squatted down slightly, and said to Matou Sakura: "You call me Sakura, right? From now on, let's get along well."
Humph, although her body is still that of a girl, she has the memory of the future. In terms of being a virtuous wife, she has already surpassed others.
Sakura Matou pouted her mouth angrily, and taking advantage of the time when Medea was away, she climbed into Roland's arms, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
"Sakura, be obedient..."
Roland simply touched Matou Sakura's head gently. Matou Sakura's behavior in the previous contract Shendu time had made him let down his guard against this child, and his already tolerant attitude towards her experience softened even more.
"Sleeping together..."
Matou Sakura buried her head in Roland's clothes and spoke in a muffled voice.
"What?"
"I want to sleep with Roland-sama. Sakura is afraid of being alone."
"Let's make today a special case."
Looking at Matou Sakura's clingy look, Roland sighed.
"Then I'll take Sakura upstairs to rest. Speaking of which, Caster's most proud ability is decorating the workshop, so I'll leave it to you tonight."
"Yes, Master."
Medea agreed verbally and followed Roland silently.
"Why are you following me?"
"Because the center of this base is the master's room, using that place as the fulcrum of the barrier will have a better effect."
"Yeah?"
"Of course, although I'm just a caster, I still know a thing or two about magic."
Medea proudly straightened her already well-formed body, with her perfect round figure and slender waist forming a line that outlined an alluring curve.
Roland glanced at Medea suspiciously. Although his room was not a fulcrum with sufficient magic power, since it was the wisdom of a magician from another world, it must be right, right?
Roland, who had no intention of doing anything, settled Sakura Matou and sat beside her to accompany her. Although he was still a little unwilling, it was late after all. He had experienced a lot today. After lying on the soft bed, Sakura Matou smelled the familiar scent of Roland, and her tense body quickly relaxed. After a while, she uttered a dream talk.
Looking at the sleeping face of the girl and Roland beside her, Medea suddenly became quiet. It was not until Roland's gaze fell on her again that she hurriedly waved her staff.
"Since concealment is our main goal, Master, I will prioritize setting up a barrier to conceal magic. Although it is not very effective in terms of range, its concealment is first-rate. Even a Heroic Spirit would not be able to detect any abnormality from the outside unless they personally enter this base."
After arriving at a familiar area, Medea immediately found her rhythm. "And an immature magician like you, Master, can't even tell that you are under the surveillance of the barrier."
"is that so?"
Roland looked at the crisscrossing, flowing, and moving invisible lines in the air in confusion, and subconsciously stretched out his hand.
Why did this barrier feel so real to him? As if he could touch it.
Before his hand touched the barrier, a pink arm, between illusion and reality, stretched out from his fingertips, took the lead, and accurately grasped the invisible barrier.
—The bomb has been planted.
The touch from his soul prompted him to do so, and Roland pressed his thumb almost instinctively.
The next moment, without any sign of breaking, all the magic lines in the entire barrier disappeared in an instant, as if they had never existed at all.
"My barrier is gone! There's not even a hint of it being broken or invaded..."
Medea, who was still concentrating on setting up the second, more powerful barrier, suddenly cried out and looked at Roland anxiously.
"Master, is there an enemy invasion?"
"No, strictly speaking," Roland also responded in a puzzled voice and summoned his own Stand-in.
"Should this be called a Stand attack?"