Chapter 866: Irisviel Is a Good Mother-in-Law

Time passes like a white colt through a crevice; the majority of the half-month Broly spent stranded in the Type-Moon World has already slipped by.

During this half-month, aside from carrying on a sweet romance with Gray, the thing he did most frequently was joining with the wives he had properly married in this world.

His days were fulfilling; the only issue was the constant travel between Fuyuki City, London, and Guanbu City, which often left him jet-lagged, and even with decent time management, he still got less than four hours of rest each day.

Fortunately, the wives in this world were considerate; not every time they were together did they demand him — sometimes they would let him rest his head on their laps, clean his ears with an ear pick, and hum lullabies to coax him to sleep.

Of course, in the end it would always evolve into Broly taking the initiative, pulling his considerate wife into a battle of the intestines that wasn't long in duration but high in quality.

"Broly, my mom asked me to ask you, when are you free?"

In Fuyuki City, at the new villa Broly bought before marriage, Ilya — his legal loli wife, petite in build but already able to fully accommodate Broly — lay on the bed after the act, arms around the boy husband's neck, and whispered her mother's instructions into his ear.

"Does Mother-in-law have some instruction?"

"Seems like it."

"Ilya, do you know what it's about?"

"Mom didn't say; she only said to prepare a surprise for you and wanted to invite you alone to our house."

"Could it be Auntie wants to sample her son-in-law — us men's — flavor?"

On the other side, Karen, pillowing on Broly's arm, hazarded a guess.

"Ah, impossible; my mom and dad are very loving, she would never cheat."

Ilya immediately refuted, glaring at the unfiltered Karen.

"I was just saying; if you're angry, you can punish me however you want."

*Smack~*

"Karen, don't joke about Ilya's mother; if there's a next time, I'll treat you gently from now on, no more rough treatment."

"Mm, I got it~"

Her butt spanked red, Karen still looked like she was aroused again.

In the Crystal Palace, she could sit at the same table as Darkness — both have a bit of a masochistic tendency.

Gentle treatment would instead make her feel it lacks punch.

□ Taste leans numbing and spicy; both like a bit of pain sensation.

"Since Mother-in-law has business to instruct, I can make time to go over anytime."

Broly began lecturing Karen, scolding the nun wife on one hand while speaking to Ilya on the other.

"Then I'll call and tell Mom."

Ilya fished out her pink phone from the bedside table and dialed without avoiding Broly.

"Then tomorrow night, and not at home — go to a hotel————"

Hearing the faint sounds of battle from the phone on her daughter's end, Irisviel's cheeks reddened, and she gave the address of a high-end hotel in Fuyuki City.

"When the time comes, I'll give a room number; just have Broly go there directly. Also, no one else is to follow, or the surprise might run away."

In the room, hearing her mother say this, Ilya felt uneasy and couldn't help asking in a small voice: "Mom, you're not planning to do something that would betray Dad, are you?"

Broly's ears were sharp; he quickly heard Irisviel's somewhat flustered voice from the receiver.

"What is this girl thinking? Am I that kind of person? If you were in front of me right now, I'd spank your bottom good to make up for the childhood you lacked————"

Then came Ilya's repeated apologies; after ending the call, she sighed, her face still holding some doubt.

To comfort his doll wife, Broly said: "Rest assured, Ilya; even if Mother-in-law really wants to throw herself at me then, I'll knock her out and send her home safely."

Lilia in the Six-Faced World was Aisha's willingness, her own proposal; but in this world, as long as Ilya is unwilling, even if Irisviel is a recognized capture target acknowledged by the Crystal Palace, Broly won't touch her — instead he'll persuade this mother-in-law to be a good mother to her devoted daughter.

"Broly————"

Ilya was deeply moved; and once moved, she wanted to express it in actual action, letting Broly experience the wonder of a compact model once more.

The next day, Ilya contacted him via the Group Chat Room: 【This is the room number my mom gave me, Broly, even if my mom really wants it, you absolutely cannot really give it to her————】

Even at the last moment, Ilya didn't forget to instruct him so, making the thought 【What if she insists?】 surface in Broly's mind.

However, Broly didn't say it out loud; instead he sent Ilya a private message guaranteeing 【Even if her mother insists, I absolutely will not give it】.

Daytime passed quickly; in the evening, Ilya — already back home and a bit worried — looked at her mother who showed no sign of preparing to go out and couldn't help asking: "Mom, didn't you have an appointment with Broly? It's already this hour and you're not going out — are you planning to stand him up?"

"You girl, I did make an appointment with Broly, but I never said the person going to meet him would be me!"

Irisviel reached out and poked her daughter's head.

"Ah, not you? Then who?"

Ilya rubbed the spot her mother had poked sore, asking with a puzzled face.

", Artoria, why is it you? Where's my mother-in-law?"

Arriving right on time, Broly came for the appointment; upon entering the presidential suite, he saw not his mother-in-law but Artoria in a black evening gown. He used Ki Sense and detected only himself and the other person in the room, and couldn't help asking.

"Sorry, this time I asked Irisviel to help arrange the meeting with you."

"Is there something you want me to help with?"

Broly asked curiously.

After bringing Artoria to Fuyuki City, Broly hadn't seen her since.

Though he had heard Ilya mention that this King of Knights was staying at her house.

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"It's mealtime; let's eat first, then talk after we're done eating."

Artoria's expression looked a bit unnatural; she pointed at the dining table in the room already laid out with various dishes and said.

On the dining table sat burning white candles, giving a candlelit dinner vibe — oh wait, this IS a candlelit dinner.

Though Broly didn't know her purpose, he didn't refuse the invitation to eat; after sitting down, he started eating without standing on ceremony.

Artoria ate in silence as well; the two were like gluttons, eliminating the sumptuous food on the table at a visible speed.

During the meal, a hotel waiter was called up to add some more dishes.

A meal, and it actually took a full half hour.

Whether it was Artoria or Broly, both ate their fill before it ended.

"Thanks for the meal. Now speak, what's the matter? If I can help, I will."

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Broly directly stated his attitude.

"I want to save Britain."

Artoria stood up, walked over, and spoke seriously.

"So, you want to establish a country in this era?"

"No, not establish a country in this era, but save my country of the past era."

"But Ancient Britain perished long ago, and I don't have the ability to reverse spacetime."

Broly thought of the Six-Faced World reversing spacetime, his future self returning to the past, but he himself had not obtained any memories related to time magic.

"You don't, but the Holy Grail does."

"So, you want me to help you obtain the Holy Grail?"

"Mhm.

"

Artoria nodded. She was a Heroic Spirit perfectly resurrected by resurrection magic, not quite the same as Iskandar's situation of gaining a body through black mud. After being resurrected, she lost her Noble Phantasm, and her strength declined severely.

Having experienced the Fourth True Holy Grail War, Artoria clearly understood that seizing the Holy Grail was no easy matter.

Of course, she also did not generate thoughts of shrinking back just because her strength declined, giving up the goal of saving Britain that she had once again taken up after her rebirth.

Merely, she accepted a small piece of advice from Irisviel, wanting to pull a powerful helper over to help herself achieve the goal of seizing the Holy Grail.

"Broly, I know you have thoughts about me. If you can help me seize the Holy Grail, I am willing to entrust this body of mine to you. No matter how you wish to use it, I will not have a single word of complaint————"

When she said these words, Artoria's face was red. She felt intense shame. The dignified King of Knights, now having to rely on selling her charms to win over a helper.

But conversely, if merely at the cost of sacrificing her charms she could realize the salvation of her past country, then she was willing.

"Your Crystal Palace, isn't it better the more members you have? That child Broly owes our family a great favor. Artoria is also a Knight Friend of mine from the past. I want to help her, and also want to repay that child Broly, so————"

Irisviel told her daughter about how she had persuaded the King of Knights to devote herself to the Saiyan these past days.

Karen listened, her small mouth gaping wide: "This works too?"

"What's not allowed? As long as both parties don't refuse after meeting, that's a win-win."

Without Broly himself being aware, this mother-in-law Irisviel had actually completed the capture of Artoria.

And this process was actually quite simple, because Broly had sufficient strength. Irisviel merely made Artoria realize that winning over her own son-in-law would grant a great help in realizing her ideal of saving the country.

"To save Britain, you can fight to the death with enemies on the battlefield. Then why must you now fear 'battling' with another on a different battlefield————"

The evening gown was taken off. The King of Knights turned her face away, right hand clutching her left arm. Although she felt intense shame from having no clothes, she restrained herself and made not the slightest move to cover her body, standing before Broly, looking like she was willing to devote herself for her ideal.

Broly looked at her, frowned, examined this King of Knights, this King Arthur, then walked over.

Artoria closed her eyes, but the imagined situation of her body being wantonly groped did not appear. Instead, the evening gown she had taken off was put back on her from top to bottom by someone.

"Is this you refusing me?"

The King of Knights opened her eyes in some astonishment.

She had taken the initiative to sortie to this extent, yet unexpectedly was still refused.

"I'm not refusing you. I just want to tell you what kind of wife I want."

"What kind?"

"She should be happy."

"Happy?"

"Right. The wife's happiness is what I need. But you don't possess this thing.

The feeling you give me is just someone who wants to use her own body to exchange for my help.

Honestly, your looks aren't bad. Even because you resemble Gray, I like you quite a lot.

But there's not a shred of happiness on you. This is my reason for putting clothes back on you."

"So, as long as I can become happy, you'll agree to help me?"

"Right."

Artoria was at a loss. Happiness — she could understand the word's meaning, but how to make herself happy, for a king who had devoted her whole life to Britain and advanced under heavy burdens, was extremely unfamiliar.

"Then what should I do?"

Artoria asked Broly.

"I'll help you seize the Holy Grail."

Broly said.

"Really?!"

Artoria immediately looked over like a little lion that had smelled food.

"No mistake."

After obtaining Broly's confirming answer, the Happiness Value on her also rose a bit.

"Actually gaining happiness is very simple. Just do what you yourself want to do.

"I see. But how is this different from just now?"

Artoria was somewhat puzzled.

"Just now was a trade you proposed. But now it's me knowing you're willing to accept my capture, and actively helping you. Although I can't say what the specific difference is, I'm certain there should be a difference."

Broly looked at Artoria's Crystal Palace Panel, absolutely certain of this point.

Artoria thought carefully, then nodded seriously: "Indeed there is a difference. Just now I only felt very ashamed, but now, it's much better."

"So, if I help you obtain the Holy Grail and fulfill your wish, will you give your happy self to me?"

Artoria merely imagined the scene of herself saving the United Kingdom, and nodded.

"If it's really like that, I definitely will."

Relieved of her heavy burden, no longer being a king, perhaps like a normal girl, falling in love with someone is also a not bad choice.

And if the partner is Broly, Artoria discovered she didn't have a feeling of dislike. If the other party can truly help her realize the wish to save the country, perhaps she would also view the other party with the mindset of embracing a hero.

"Then, please take care of me, Miss Artoria. I will work hard to let you personally take off your evening dress once more, and with a mindset of happiness rather than shame, display your personal charm before me."

"Good, I look forward to the arrival of this day."

Looking at the Saiyan boy's hand extended before her, Artoria reached out her own hand. In her heart, shame no longer rose; instead, she openly and generously shook hands with the other party.

"Alright, then where is the Holy Grail? I'll go help you get it right now."

"Uh, the Sixth True Holy Grail War. I heard from Irisviel that it's currently still being prepared on the other side of the ocean, and hasn't started yet."

The Holy Grail needs a Holy Grail Ritual to be conducted before it can appear, but this ritual hasn't been set up yet, and we still have to wait for a period of time.

As for specifically how long we need to wait, honestly, Artoria doesn't know.

"Then after that, do you want to act together with me? For example, go to the London Clock Tower and inquire how much longer until the new Holy Grail Ritual starts?"

"Good."