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Fujimaru Ritsuka narrowed her eyes.
"Want to run?"
Then accelerate accordingly...
"I've already used my ultimate move, how could I possibly let you escape—"
boom--!
The star's breath exploded with a dazzling light.
However, the expected reaction upon hitting the target did not occur.
Unfortunately, it seems that the other party used the power of the Master to forcibly transfer the item using the Holy Grail.
"嘁~~"
Cú Chulainn gritted his teeth, then vanished from the spot in an instant, turning into a phantom.
It was as if it had never existed.
"Ran."
Fujimaru Ritsuka clicked her tongue.
I feel a bit annoyed.
So annoying...
For the first time in my life, I'm still so irritable.
"That's enough, Ritsuka. We've achieved our goal."
Sajo Aika's voice came through the communicator.
The pleasant voice soothed Fujimaru Ritsuka's inner turmoil.
"As long as you follow my instructions, you will definitely be able to resolve the singularity."
"So don't pursue a cornered enemy. Ritsuka should just relax and enjoy the scenery of North America like a tourist!"
Sajō Aika raised her little hand and said gently.
However, you would be very wrong to think that she is just a gentle girl.
After all, some twisted girls always believe that "a girl's love is more important than the world!"
"Ah."
"Okay~~"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's golden cat eyes turned red again. She licked her dry lips and then glanced at the battlefield that belonged to America.
"Admiring the scenery of North America? You're kidding me, right..."
Regardless of the Celtic warriors, they are warriors summoned by the Holy Grail, just like the Roman Union in the Roman Singularity.
But it's different in the United States.
—They are living, breathing human soldiers.
Although the soldiers wore combat armor similar to Babbage's, the people inside were indeed living, breathing human beings.
Lift the huge blue and white striped can.
Fujimaru Ritsuka could even see children who were far from being adults on the battlefield.
A life gone, a life that was alive and well.
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the fallen, mangled corpses of people.
Whether it's a girl, a boy, a man, or a woman...
Perhaps it was an old man with a white beard.
Perhaps they are young children.
The United States is a multi-ethnic country, and in this era, many different people exist simultaneously in a state of both conflict and integration...
At this moment, we have no choice but to abandon all other factors and send everyone, regardless of age or gender, to the battlefield—sooner or later, this will wipe out humanity.
Americans have finite lives, but the magic to summon Celtic warriors is infinite. Even if they win, it will be meaningless if all of America's humanity dies out.
"Senior, such a young child has to go to the battlefield..."
Mashu said with a heavy heart and sadness.
"We can't let all of humanity die out, so we have to act quickly, Mash!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka turned around, her back to the setting sun, and said.
She glanced indifferently at the chaotic battlefield, showing no emotion of burying the corpses, anger, or pity.
It was merely a "judgment" that was made.
The judgment that humanity cannot be wiped out.
Is this really normal?
Mashu was filled with doubt the second time.
"Yes...senpai..."
Mashu nodded blankly.
"Ok?"
After briefly tending to Rama's injuries, Castor slightly raised his head.
Just now, she seemed to sense a familiar realization.
That gaze was a bit unsettling.
She looked around blankly.
However, nothing was found.
"Huh, is it just my imagination? I feel like someone's watching me."
"Haha, someone like me shouldn't get much attention."
"Cast said with a self-deprecating laugh."
After all, as a country fairy with no special characteristics, Artoria was just an inconspicuous little bean.
“Cast”.
"Hey, I'm here, Ritsuka!"
Caster immediately straightened up.
"Ready to go."
"Okay...ok!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka carried Rama on her back, and then left the battlefield with Mash and Caster.
Just as she was about to disappear below the horizon, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her head slightly.
He glanced behind him in a certain direction.
Then he and his companions disappeared on the other side of the horizon.
“You’ve been exposed, Miss Maeve.”
Shining hearts kept appearing behind the girl in black. She stood with her hands on her hips and a cheerful smile on her face.
"Even if they concealed their presence... that Master undoubtedly discovered that we were observing them here."
She had long, soft hair, as delicate as pink cherry blossoms, that reached her waist, and bright yellow eyes that held a lively spirit.
Elegant yet spirited, like a unique blooming flower that has stepped out of a fantasy story.
The pink-haired woman on the other side was dressed in a white dress and wore an exquisite silver crown.
Large areas of skin are exposed, revealing a naturally beautiful body that exudes both sweetness and competence.
The two look alike, but their personalities are completely different.
One of them is Noknare, the queen of the [other world] who was summoned together for some reason.
The other is the legendary Queen Maeve of Ulster, an innocent and pure... incredibly sincere yet [licentious] wicked queen.
He was also the one who instigated Cú Chulainn's tragic death.
"Hmm, that's really scary... that look in her eyes. Does she think she has everything under control? Honestly... such an unlikable person. But it's okay, everything is still within my expectations, right, Kudos?"
"Say what you will. I will kill her the next time we meet."
Cú Chulainn crossed his arms and said calmly.
Poker face.
To put it bluntly, this guy was a killing machine.
When the killing stopped, he was as calm and austere as a statue.
"No, little Ku~~"
Queen Maeve shook her head: "We can't be reckless... That girl is very powerful; even Kuru might be defeated."
"After all, how could we possibly defeat a vampire progenitor with the support of the stars? Even an incomplete progenitor."
"So the Magic King lets us add a little more spice, and in return, we can play even more recklessly on this vast land~~"
I'd say this woman is the kind of woman who's mentally ill.
"I don't care what you do, but all the prisoners of war you're taking on the battlefield have to be sent to work in the factory. I still have huge cocoa forests and chocolate factories that need manpower!"
Noknae waved her hand.
Noknae, the Irish queen of the Fairy King's clan, looks almost identical to Queen Maeve, but her behavior and ambitions are completely different.
Moreover, she was the kind of innocent girl who loved pure love.
Unlike Maeve, who gets feverish at the sight of men, she is completely different.
"I'm also preparing to leave. I still have a lot to do to destroy America. Unlike someone like you, I don't want to get caught up in the whirlpool of so-called love."
Noknare originally intended to become the Queen of Britain.
However, ever since the unexpected connection that brought her here, she set herself a small goal.
That is to become the King of America.
King of America!
She ruthlessly exploited the people here, squeezing out their surplus value and driving them to produce chocolate at an alarming rate.
I work a full 40 hours a week!
Moreover, the salary is barely enough to afford three full meals a day plus chocolate desserts.
But to her surprise, everyone here was like a masochist. Despite being oppressed like this, they were all beaming with happy smiles every day, like lunatics.
She only found out when she asked.
These people used to work at least 14 hours a day and still couldn't get enough to eat or wear...and their wages were pitifully low.
This truly gave this kind fairy a little shock from humanity.
—She almost thought she had come to liberate them.
Besides, the human world seems to consist of more than just exploitation and killing.
This complex world also contains unexpected warmth and redemption.
This certainly broadened Noknare's horizons.
"However, more importantly..."
The pink-haired girl watched as Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group disappeared, then her short, blond figure trotted after them and vanished as well...
Noknae smiled.
"It's really great to see you looking so energetic."
"Artoria."
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