Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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Wow, he actually outlived the lord this time... For an assassin, that's a bit hard to believe.

However, she naturally prefers to act alone, and the feeling of being restrained by others is quite unpleasant for her.

"Can I join you?"

Jing Ke asked.

"Join us...?"

Mashu was slightly taken aback. She blinked, her cuteness revealing her confusion.

"Is that not allowed... Ah... I know it's a bit much to ask this question now that we were enemies before."

"can."

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately agreed.

"Um..?"

"Since we were all originally unclaimed heroic spirits, summoned to save humanity, right? If that's the case, then our goals are the same. If our goals are the same, then what reason is there not to cooperate?"

As Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke, she extended her hand in a friendly manner.

The girl's gentle smile, devoid of any falsehood, startled Jing Ke.

This girl, isn't she afraid that I'll be the enemy and she'll capture me alive... Well... But judging from her battle with General Lü Bu just now, it seems that I don't have the ability to capture her alive either?

She wanted to return the greeting with clasped hands, but since Fujimaru Ritsuka was a "modern person," she awkwardly extended the hand that was originally meant to assassinate the emperor.

"Alright, that's how the contract is made."

Fujimaru Ritsuka waved the Command Seal in her hand.

"Alright, a defeated general doesn't boast of his bravery, but if you have an emperor you need to assassinate, I will do my utmost."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, then turned to look at Martha. Martha was staring blankly in the direction where Tarasque had disappeared. With Boudica's disappearance, Tarasque, who had been revived by the Holy Grail, naturally could not survive either.

""

"Big Sister Martha~~"

"I'll stay here."

As if guessing what Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others were going to ask, Saint Martha's eyes revealed a sense of vicissitude and weariness.

"The future of humanity rests on your shoulders. I may no longer be able to fight... but if one day I become a Heroic Spirit, I will definitely help you... You... that's why you know me, right? Have I helped you?"

Ah this...

That would be incredibly helpful.

Fujimaru Ritsuka can still feel the sensation of that iron fist almost ripping her skull off.

"senior..."

Mashu didn't know how to answer; she just looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"That helped!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a thumbs up, looking directly into Martha's eyes.

"It might be a little different from what you expected~"

""

Martha smiled gently: "No, maybe it's similar to what I'm thinking."

No one knows her younger self better than Martha herself. She's the kind of person who pretends to be very gentle, but once her temper flares up, she'll definitely explode.

"Have a safe journey, young lady. Let's meet again after I die, though I might not remember then."

“Miss Martha…”

"I'm not a young lady anymore, I'm an old lady now. Alright, embark on your journey. May He be with you on your path, hallelujah~"

Against the backdrop of lavender fields at night, the holy, battle-hardened nun, clutching a crucifix, watched them depart.

She watched the "saviors" depart, just as she had once watched that person depart.

"Ritsuka-chan, I... I've finally done it, liberated the territory that belongs to me."

The fiery red emperor was not particularly happy after the campaign against Boudica.

“I know, Nero is wonderful.”

"Hmm... I'm not a child anymore! Ritsuka-chan, really."

"I know."

""

Inside the war wagon, Nero rested her head on Fujimaru Ritsuka's lap, while Mash's expression grew increasingly strange beside her.

"Actually, I really wanted to fight alongside Boudica. But since she has pointed her sword at Rome, I have no choice but to fight."

Because if Nero doesn't win...

Humanity would have no future.

Reality is just that cruel.

Clang!

The marching wagons suddenly stopped. Nero was startled at first, then sensed something was wrong and sat up.

"what happened?"

She poked her head out and asked.

"I don't know. Since just now, it seems we've been going in circles in the same place. We should have been able to easily get out of the mountains by following the river, but for some reason, we can't get out."

Jing Ke shook his head and said.

"I don't know why... so there's only one possibility."

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought for a moment and speculated, "It's either a Servant's Noble Phantasm or Skill."

"Hmm, it should be that [Servant] thing. With Boudica defeated, the only Servant they could possibly send out is..."

"Rome has joined forces, hasn't it?"

"Ah."

"Ritsuka-chan, although the battle has just ended, I'm afraid I'll have to force you all to come with me to check on the situation."

“Okay…” Fujimaru Ritsuka had just responded.

"Let me do it. Whether it's intelligence gathering or assassination, these are things I, as an assassin, excel at."

"I will keep you informed of any important discoveries as soon as possible."

She pulled out a dagger.

A man, a horse, a dagger, and a pot of wine.

It is said that this dagger is also a very sharp weapon, a poisoned dagger crafted by the master craftswoman Madam Xu.

"I'll let Siegfried go with me."

After thinking for a moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka said, "If anything happens, he can draw the enemy's attention while you launch your attack."

"You can do whatever you want with him. Siegfried isn't a coward like Qin Wuyang, right?"

"Hehe...that's for sure. After all, he's a dragon-slaying hero. Having him around makes people feel much more at ease."

This is the safest option.

The main thing is to have a good teammate who won't hold you back.

After all, an assassin's primary function is to carry out assassinations. If she doesn't have enough autonomy, her success rate in assassinations will definitely drop significantly.

"Therefore, Ke departs."

She bowed slightly, then flicked her dagger, gracefully swung her blue robe, and vanished into nothingness.

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought the figure was very cool, with a sense of being all alone.

Immediately after she made her decision, Siegfried and Jing Ke were positioned at the front to engage a spearman wielding a massive yellow shield, his helmet ablaze with what appeared to be flames...

Then, a thumping sound suddenly came from behind!

With a loud boom, lightning flashed, and the entire valley became restless.

The soldiers were immediately thrown into chaos and began to feel uneasy.

Soon, Fujimaru Ritsuka understood the source of this unease.

Surrounded!

Be alert.

The valley, surrounded by mountains, is the only way to enter the heart of Gaul. Although there were generals like Hannibal who traversed mountains in ancient times, this was generally the most convenient route for marching armies.

The narrow valley, blocked in front and behind, was like a clogged water pipe that could not be cleared.

Fujimaru Ritsuka squinted as she looked up at the steep mountain peak, where she saw a red-haired boy riding a tall, black horse, looking down arrogantly at the restless Roman army with a kingly air.

"You truly deserve to be called a teacher; you managed to lead them here. You are indeed a great strategist."

The red-haired boy exclaimed sincerely.

"This is all thanks to Lord Kongming. Without his power, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to lure them here. Well... if it were Lord Kongming, he would probably have chosen to use fire here. In addition, the Mediterranean climate is relatively dry, so there shouldn't have been an unexpected situation like the one in Shangfang Valley where the fire started to rain halfway through."

The long-haired man in a suit pushed up his glasses, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and dared not take credit.

"It's all the same to me, but our goal isn't to annihilate the enemy, right, teacher?" the red-haired boy said with a smile.

Alexander III, the conqueror Iskandar in his youth, a spirited and ambitious young man... the only thing that remained unchanged was his unwavering belief in moving forward.

Beside him, the weary-looking man in a suit was none other than El-Melloi II, Waver Velvet, who possessed the power of Zhuge Liang. He was the Master who resided in the modern-day Magic Department of the Clock Tower, had participated in the Holy Grail War in a certain world, and fought alongside Iscadar.

After gaining the power of Zhuge Liang, he became a pseudo-Servant in the real world. By chance, he met the young King of Conquerors and fought alongside him.

The reason the entire Roman legion was trapped in the mountains and unable to escape was also due to the effect of his treasure, the Stone Formation.

“Ah, since it’s your wish, then I’ll give it my best.” El-Melloi said, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Go, go and meet the Emperor of this era. Whatever the answer, you should gain quite a bit… You really have always been an incredible fellow when it comes to trying to understand the philosophies of other kings.”

Elmero pinched the cigarette filter between two fingers and flicked it downwards.

The Noble Phantasm [Stone Formation] is activated!

Due to Zhuge Liang's influence, the morale of the Roman army declined!

Thanks to Zhuge Liang's efforts, the Roman army was thrown into chaos!

The princess's voice echoed in Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind.

Olga Marie knew that man.

El-Melloi II, and I think he's the monarch of the Clock Tower... well... she said if you'd like, please go up and say hello—well, as the head disciple of the Animusfia family.

The princess, for the first time ever, imitated Director Olga Marie's tone.

"Eh? Disciple...me?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed to herself.

When did I become the director's apprentice?

"Just go because I told you to, really... If we could win over Lord El-Melloi, that would be perfect," she said.

The princess's tone returned to its usual flatness, as if she were a robot reading aloud.

You can do whatever you want with it; it's none of my business anyway.

Okay, go find your Kiyohime, Mashu, Nero, Artoria... whatever, just don't look for me.

Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched her cheek, bewildered, and the golden ahoge on her head twitched slightly.

However, the other party doesn't seem to have good intentions; they don't appear to be here to have a peaceful conversation.

"Hmm... Are we surrounded? No, I have to go and take charge!"

Nero stood up, his forehead slightly feverish.

As the Roman emperor, she could not stand idly by and watch her army descend into panic and chaos, so she had to step forward.

"Tachika-chika, prepare for battle!"