Type Moon, My servant is Tom Chapter 110

Chapter 108: Iron-Willed Merlin-san

Gudako glanced deeply at Mashu, whose buttocks had just been flattened but were now miraculously perky again... Did Gudako really care about such trivial matters? No, her main concern now was that Mashu didn't have any stockings on. If not a single one of her companions had stockings, how could she not have entered her "Darn·Evil" form and just been beaten down on the ground?

It was all her teammates' fault. If all her teammates had died, she would never have fallen into such a state. She would have easily punched that cat, that dog, that rat, and that person at the beginning of the battle. Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets. Realizing that she was about to become a firework, Gudako's expression, rarely seen, genuinely began to panic.

Now... it was a moment of survival!

"Wuwuwu... I'm just an ordinary high school girl who was inexplicably grabbed by the evil organization Chaldea and forced to become a soldier. Everything I've done was assigned by Chaldea!" Sobbing, Gudako pleaded with Bai Song with tearful eyes, "You, sir, are magnanimous. Please let me go. I am a victim too, wuwuwu..."

"No... Senpai?!" Hearing Gudako shifting the blame, Mashu looked at her in shock.

It was true that Gudako was a high school girl brought in as a soldier, and it was true that all her actions were assigned by Chaldea. It was also true that if she didn't follow the instructions, she would never be able to return home. But why did it sound like Chaldea had kidnapped her when it was actually the other way around?

How shameless must Gudako be in her heart to distort the facts like this without a blush or breathlessness? As her first Servant, Mashu strongly condemned such behavior!

Upon hearing Mashu's voice, Gudako tensed up, fearing that Mashu would expose her. She quickly continued her sorrowful cries, "Believe me, I really can't do it anymore, yinyinyin!"

"Oh." Sitting on a small stool in front of the six rockets tied with people and Fou, Bai Song expressionlessly bit into an apple.

Bai Song's heart was calm, to the point of wanting to laugh.

"Are you ready, Tom and Jerry?" Completely disregarding Gudako's intentions, Bai Song instead inquired about the preparations of the cat and mouse strapped to the rockets.

After hearing Bai Song's question, the cat and mouse finished tying up each person perfectly. Then, they both turned around simultaneously and gave Bai Song a thumbs-up. Seeing their actions, Bai Song finally revealed a smile, one that resembled a child's smile. On the other hand, the people tied to the rockets and the white dog named Fou, who was tied to the rocket as well, immediately became mournful, crying like a group of children.

"Very good!" After finishing the last bite of the apple, Bai Song casually threw the core towards the river and stood up from the small stool. He rubbed his hands together, ready to start the fireworks. 

As Bai Song stood up, Tom, the cat, cleverly pulled out a matchstick as thick as an Olympic torch from behind and trotted to Bai Song's side, handing the matchstick to him. Spike, who was standing on all fours beside Bai Song, rolled his eyes, thinking about what a suck-up dog he was.

As Spike looked down on Tom, he noticed that Bai Song had already moved forward. Spike quickly wagged his tongue excitedly and followed Bai Song. Moreover, Bai Song held the matchstick in one hand, leaving the other hand free. It was great; Spike was ready to lick it with his tongue!

The six rockets were placed on the grassy bank next to the Mion River, parallel to the river and slightly tilted towards it. First, Bai Song approached the rightmost rocket in the row, ready to start from the rightmost one.

"Click~ Buzz!" Bai Song casually rubbed it on the ground and lit the matchstick, which was the size of an Olympic torch. Then, he extended the matchstick toward the fuse under the rightmost rocket. The first victim was Chen Gong, but he refused to make any comments and just trembled silently.

Looking at the resolute Chen Gong in front of him, his mouth gagged with cloth, Bai Song nodded approvingly. He was a true man! Without any useless words, even looking at him for an extra second would tarnish this man's determination. Bai Song decisively lit the firework for him and ignited the fuse of the rocket bound with Chen Gong.

"Wuwuwu!!!" Lowering his gaze and watching the fuse ignite, Chen Gong continuously twisted his body, desperately trying to free himself from the seemingly ordinary ropes.

Then, Bai Song moved on to the second victim, Fou, who resembled a small white dog.

"Fou!" Seeing Bai Song approaching, Fou shrunk his neck in fear and pleaded in the language of Fou creatures, "Fou~, Fou!"

"Good, another iron-willed tough guy!" Seeing that Fou also showed no sign of surrender, Bai Song praised him in his heart and ignited Fou's fuse.

He then approached the third victim, Merlin.

However, as soon as Bai Song approached, he noticed that Merlin had already spit out the piece of cloth from his mouth. At the same time, with a face full of sadness, Merlin pleaded, "Have mercy! I was just watching the show! Let me see my master!"

"I'm just a passerby who was forcefully abducted by Chaldea... Sob, sob. Everyone knows I'm a worthless person, and yet you all accuse me, a worthless person, of being an accomplice of Chaldea. It's too much."

"Oh." Listening to Merlin's words, Bai Song had a disgusted expression and immediately lit the fuse without wanting to engage in any conversation with Merlin. How come the first two were so resolute, but when it came to him, things went south?

The fourth victim, Artoria.

"No last meal, what a wicked path!" Artoria began to angrily curse as Bai Song approached. "No matter where the death row inmate is, they will have a good meal. I demand that you feed me something delicious before you act!"

Upon hearing Artoria's words, Bai Song burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that he couldn't stop. Our household doesn't even have any leftover food, and the only food in the refrigerator has been devoured by Tom and Jerry.

Now I have to prepare a feast for you? That's simply wishful thinking.