Chapter 865

"Bedtime exercise? What bedtime exercise?"

"Roli, you haven't done it before?"

"Exercise before sleep, can you still fall asleep?"

Seeing Gray's serious and innocent expression, Luvia opened her mouth, wanting to say something but swallowed it back.

"It's fine, you'll do it too in the future. As for whether you can sleep, that depends on what time you go to bed."

"Hmm, if it weren't for being embarrassed to sleep until noon at your home, I'd definitely look spirited right now."

"Luvia, you really are————" Gray looked at Luvia seriously, then nodded: "Senior Sister Luvia, aside from yawning a bit more, your complexion does look much better than yesterday, and your body seems to have gained a strange charm."

Luvia was stunned, involuntarily asking: "What charm?"

"I can't put it into words, just feel like Senior Sister you've become more charming."

"You mean more womanly, right?"

"Ah, right!"

Gray was stunned, then hurriedly nodded.

"Then between me and Tohsaka, who do you think is more womanly?"

Luvia smiled, thinking of something, and couldn't help but ask.

"?!"

Gray didn't understand why Tohsaka Senior Sister was brought up, but still gave an answer.

"I feel both Senior Sisters are very womanly."

"Tohsaka isn't here, you can tell the truth."

Gray: "——"

The truth is flattering me as more womanly, right?

"Ah, Senior Sister Luvia, I've finished washing up, want to go see Master Belsak, so I'll leave first."

The Gravekeeper girl, not wanting to put one down to prop the other up, fled the bathroom in a panic.

Luvia pursed her lips, but also knew Gray's personality was just like this.

Tohsaka had shown her care, so even behind her back, that child wouldn't speak ill of others.

Of course, such a child is also impossible to dislike.

"Haa~"

Thinking like this, Luvia couldn't help but yawn again. She'd been tossed about until the middle of the night last night, and by now had probably slept less than four hours, so she was indeed still sleepy.

"Forget it, I'll just wash my face again."

While Luvia was splashing water on her face, Broly also walked in. Seeing the new external wife's round and perky butt facing the door, he walked over and clamped his hand on her waist.

"Who?!"

Her waist grabbed, Luvia jumped in fright, but upon turning back and seeing it was Broly, her tensed body ready to explode relaxed, and she even subconsciously lifted her butt and leaned back, thinking of some things that happened last night.

"Don't mess around, I'm just helping you circulate some Qi."

Broly hurriedly stopped her arousing behavior, and Luvia obediently stopped upon hearing this.

"How is it? This morning, does it hurt here?"

Broly pressed on her abdomen and asked.

"Doesn't hurt. I exercise regularly, that little injury healed long ago."

Luvia's face was a bit red, but the touched spot had a warm, comfortable feeling.

Books all say a girl's first time brings some discomfort, but last night aside from initial discomfort, the rest was all comfortable feelings.

"That's good."

Broly confirmed Luvia had no issues and felt relieved.

"Broly, are you this attentive to every wife?"

"Of course. After all, these injuries were all caused by me."

"Oh, then can you treat me even better?"

"Don't cause trouble, Aunt Margatan is coming over."

Footsteps soon sounded at the bathroom door. Lady Margatan appeared at the doorway, looking at the two washing up normally inside, and said: "I made some toast bread this morning. If you two are done washing up, go eat some."

"Okay."

"Thank you."

After Lady Margatan left, Luvia looked at the youth cunningly.

"Lady Margatan's gone. Now then, can you treat me a little better?"

Broly was a bit helpless. Wives who'd done the deed were always comparatively clingy.

"Then you have to suppress your voice."

"That's too hard. But you can block my mouth like last night."

Half an hour later, Gray returned home. Seeing Luvia only now walking out of the bathroom, she asked in confusion: "Senior Sister Luvia, you only just finished washing up?"

"Dressing up took a little time."

"I see."

Gray looked at Senior Sister's even more rosy complexion and nodded convinced. Though she didn't wear makeup, she'd heard some people put on makeup before going out.

Reportedly, there's heavy and light makeup. And Senior Sister Luvia's case, where aside from a better complexion no makeup can be detected, must be ultra-light makeup.

And the fact was indeed so. Luvia had just applied a face mask.

"Gray, do you plan to stay at home a few more days?"

At the dining table, Broly drinking milk, supplementing form with form, asked the Gravekeeper girl.

"No need, I can come back anytime anyway, and Master Waver still needs help over there."

"Alright, then we'll all head back together today."

After eating, they bid farewell to Gray's mother, and Broly took the group to find Artoria.

"Lord Arthur Pendragon!"

Before they even reached the residence arranged for Artoria in Blackmore Village, the three of them saw villagers holding baskets filled with food, prostrating themselves in worship before the king they had believed in as their guardian for many years and who had now been resurrected.

Broly led the group closer; along the way, some villagers caught sight of Gray, merely blinking in brief surprise before ignoring her.

Before Arthur Pendragon's resurrection, someone who looked like him was a divine miracle; but after his resurrection, someone who looks like him is a fake — who would abandon the true god to worship a false one?

Clearly, the strategy of resurrecting Arthur Pendragon was correct; now, even if Gray showed herself openly, no one paid her any mind.

"Speaking of which, what is this?"

Maintaining order at the scene were the Village Chief and Village Elder and such; as Broly led the group over, Luvia spoke up directly to ask.

"Lord Arthur Pendragon said this morning that he wanted to eat, and indicated his appetite is quite large; I figured this was a good opportunity to make offerings, so I had the villagers prepare food for Lord Arthur Pendragon together."

The Village Chief explained.

The three of them looked toward Artoria and saw the King of Knights girl dispatching the food on the table before her with a manner both elegant and swift; however, villagers kept coming one after another, so the food before her did not decrease but increased.

Artoria also spotted Broly and hurriedly waved at them.

"Broly, I have too much food here, want to eat some together?"

"This is offerings others made to you; it wouldn't be right for me to eat it, would it?"

"The people here are strange; yesterday they didn't give me a single bite to eat, but this morning I said my stomach was empty and I wanted something to eat, and they prepared far too much food instead."

After being resurrected yesterday, Artoria was dragged on a parade through the village; when the parade ended and she was arranged to rest, whether it was the Village Chief or the Village Elder, they both treated her as a divine being who didn't need to eat.

After Broly left last night to discuss matters with Artoria, she began to feel hunger in her belly; although obtaining food in the village would not have been difficult, taking without asking is stealing, which does not accord with her spirit of chivalry.

And if she wanted to ask, the others were already asleep; it would be rude to disturb them, so she endured a whole night of hunger until morning, when she finally got to eat something fresh.

"Then alright, I'll eat some too."

Broly sat down.

"Who are you, what gives you the right to eat the offerings we made to Lord Arthur Pendragon?"

At this, a villager immediately expressed dissatisfaction.

"Shut it! This person is Lord Arthur Pendragon's old friend; this time we were able to resurrect Lord Arthur Pendragon thanks to this gentleman's great assistance; him eating the offerings we made to the king is only proper."

Seeing someone kicking up a fuss, the old Village Chief immediately stepped forward and gave the troublemaker a slap, then explained the situation to the other villagers.

Hearing this, the other villagers suddenly understood, and began making offerings to Broly as well.

Beyond the three layers of villagers inside and out, there was also a group of outsiders observing in secret.

Yesterday, the resurrection of Arthur Pendragon caused a commotion as large as the Root Vortex; these people aren't blind — they could see it too.

Afterward, Artoria showed her face openly in the village with great fanfare, which also shocked them; they just didn't know the details of the situation inside.

And from inquiring with the old Village Chief, they only learned that resurrecting Arthur Pendragon was not their village's achievement, but due to the help of a big shot from outside the village.

Unable to get a clear picture, these people didn't dare act rashly; but now, seeing Broly beside Artoria, they quickly reported the intelligence on Blackmore Village upward.

"It's him!"

"Word has it that people from the Magic Association Headquarters once visited the Magus Marshal to inquire about that person's background because of the special wine served at his wedding; the Marshal simply replied: 'If you want to die, do it far away, don't die here and splatter blood all over yourself' —"

As the intelligence was reported up layer by layer, reaching the hands of influential figures in the major factions, they no longer dared to investigate further.

Involving a figure whom even Zelretch attended the wedding of and presented a heavy gift, and whom the Clock Tower of the Magic Association Headquarters now tacitly allows to come and go freely.

Most factions can't even compare to the Magic Association's minor ones; what right do they have to keep digging deeper? Do they really think that person has no temper?

Indeed, the technique to resurrect ancient heroes is impressive, and the method to touch the Root is the same; if one can reach the Root, 'to hear the Dao in the morning and die in the evening is acceptable,' but if one can't even see the Root's face and just gets slapped to death, no one would do such a purely losing deal.

A child carrying gold is dangerous, but a strong man carrying gold — that's only natural.

Broly is unaware of the influence of that old man who once attended his wedding, and doesn't know that because of Zelretch's attitude toward him in front of others, the majority of factions in this world have secretly defined him as a 'person not to be provoked.'

Otherwise, given Gray's situation, there was fundamentally no need to resurrect Artoria; as long as he showed his face and said a word to the representatives of the various factions, it would be done.

Broly, unclear on his own positioning in the Type-Moon world, after eating a pile of the villagers' offerings, took Artoria and left Blackmore Village together.

Moreover, he didn't conceal his departure method; the sight of Hundred carrying the three of them into flight left a crowd of villagers and outsiders staring dumbfounded.

Airborne again, Luvia felt a pang of emotion; yesterday she was flown around casually wrapped by a tail, while today she received the same treatment as Gray.

As expected, throwing herself at him was the right move; persist a bit more, and she might even defeat Rin Tohsaka and win the boy's heart.

Hmm, last night and this morning she had indulged somewhat in carnal pleasures, so she hadn't properly examined the special magecraft of Broly's that had appeared in her consciousness.

Now, flying in the sky, Luvia took a look.

She opened the Crystal Palace Panel —

And upon entering the Group Chat Room, she cried out in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Broly looked at her in puzzlement.

"Broly, tell me the truth — how many wives do you have?"

"Counting Gray and you, ninety. What about it? (I miscalculated before; I subtracted Digimon's multiple forms as extra individuals, but I hadn't counted Digimon's multiple forms in the first place.)"

Luvia: "————"

She thought it was a dozen people competing; now it's nearly a hundred.

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"Hahaha, Luvia, did you think I didn't know you were trying to seduce my man? Let me tell you, if I hadn't signaled Broly to take you in, you might not have been able to join at all."

Back at the Clock Tower, after figuring out the Group Chat Room situation, Luvia ran off to confront Rin Tohsaka, demanding to know if she knew about her situation.

And Rin Tohsaka didn't disappoint her, directly sending her the private chat messages she had sent Broly yesterday for her to see.

"You probably still think you can compete with me for favor, but you don't know I predicted your little schemes from the start — the feeling of being completely played in the palm of my hand isn't pleasant, right? But now, even if you want to regret and withdraw, it's already too late!"

Rin Tohsaka was very smug.

"Who said I want to withdraw."

Luvia was somewhat gritting her teeth.

"Let me tell you, last night I was————"

"Heh, those poses of yours are nothing but leftovers from Broly and me playing."

"Hmph, days are still long, I'll make Broly more addicted to my body than he is to you!"

"Then we'll wait and see."

Rin Tohsaka and Luvia were squabbling, while Asagami Fujino, who had come along as a Clock Tower companion, was introducing the specific situations of these two to Broly.

"Senior Sister and Senior Sister Luvia's grudge actually originates from their ancestors' generation. During the Third Holy Grail War, the Edelfelt family had a pair of twin sisters participate. On the surface, the younger sister died in battle and the elder sister alone survived, but in reality, both sisters fell in love with the same Teacher Ancestor — that is, Senior Sister's grandfather — and came to blows over it. The younger sister who died was actually the victor, gaining a happy marriage, while the surviving elder sister was instead the loser in love, returning to the family to inherit the position of family head————"

"The ancestral grudge arriving at this generation became a situation similar to sworn enemies. Broly Brother, if it weren't for you appearing, with the situation being marrying us, Senior Sister Luvia would most likely have attempted to come steal you, to avenge her grandma's past defeat as a love loser."

"So there's actually this kind of inside story."

Gray was somewhat surprised, with a face that looked like she'd eaten melon.

"Fortunately, Broly is one who opens a harem, so Senior Sister Tohsaka and Senior Sister Luvia's generation won't have any love losers."

She said somewhat happily.

"No love losers, but jealousy and rivalry situations will probably be indispensable in the future."

Asagami Fujino looked at the two still squabbling over there, feeling her family's Crystal Palace wife group would probably be lively in the future.

"Jealousy and rivalry, huh, I actually have a way to resolve that."

Broly touched his chin and said.

"What way?"

Gray and Asagami Fujino both looked over together.

"I'll spar with them one-on-one, make them know the importance of cooperating to face me."

"Ah, Broly wants to spar and fight with the two Senior Sisters?"

Gray asked curiously.

"Mm, indeed it's sparring and fighting."

Asagami Fujino nodded at the side confirming her statement.

"But like this, can it really make the two Senior Sisters get along harmoniously?"

Artoria looked toward Gray; even she could hear this sparring and fighting wasn't proper.

"When a common enemy appears, people with grudges can indeed cooperate."

She couldn't help speaking up, using her experience as a king to confirm the feasibility of Broly's idea.

At noon, after sending Artoria to the Emiya Old Residence in Fuyuki City, Broly returned to London again, and invited Rin Tohsaka and Luvia to go out together.

He conveniently booked a room at a five-star hotel nearby, and pulled the two into a heart-to-heart talk lasting a full sixteen hours.

In this heart-to-heart talk, Rin Tohsaka and Luvia went from initial tit-for-tat rivalry to, under Broly's fierce storm-like offensive that allowed them no rest, becoming sincere cooperation.

The next day at evening, when Gray saw the two again, this pair of distant cousins were already holding hands, looking like they got along extremely harmoniously.

And their attitudes toward Broly were no longer jealousy and rivalry, but mutual deference and politeness, a model of sisterly friendship and younger sisterly respect.

Just, Gray felt the two's walking postures were a bit strange, looking like their steps were floaty, their calves seemingly trembling slightly.

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