Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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Just see, at this moment.

The enormous luminous body used the city walls as a shield, blocking the all-destroying holy light beneath the spiraling clouds, while its right hand transformed into a radiance almost identical to that of the holy spear.

Without the slightest hesitation, she forcefully pushed the charged beam of light out!

Everyone watched as the giant of light, radiating light, unleashed a scorching ray from its hand.

Then, the ray surged and washed over the spiraling holy spear.

It happened little by little, not like a high-energy, heavy-duty explosion.

Instead, it gradually disintegrates the spiral of the Holy Lance!

The brilliance of the Holy Lance spread in that instant, igniting the clouds and the sky, like a nebula exploding in the starry sky!

"It...it exploded?!"

The spiraling holy spear ultimately failed to strike the earth.

People lost hope, even the courage to live, because in the face of a true god, no matter how great a human being is, he becomes insignificant.

Perhaps that's the case.

Those who do not submit to divine judgment still exist.

Moreover, and more importantly, someone is fighting.

that's enough.

There are still people fighting in this world, and the flame of resistance against annihilation has never been extinguished.

"Mommy, the sky is so beautiful!"

Lu Shide pointed to the sky with his childish finger and said.

"That is..."

The woman gazed at the gradually receding light within Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.

She suddenly realized that the luminous object was shrinking at a visible speed, and then falling like a shooting star.

The giant of light, originally tens of meters tall, gradually shrank to the size of a human, and then, pulled by Earth's gravity, began to accelerate its fall to the ground.

The surrounding refugees' eyes were filled with shock and gratitude.

The gods did not save them from this world, but there are indeed people who bravely strive to save it.

boom!

As Fujimaru Ritsuka fell from the sky, she seemed to feel her consciousness fading away.

Unable to feel his own body or the presence of his surroundings, everything seemed to have spiraled out of control. Even the True Ancestor's body fell into a coma due to excessive mental exhaustion.

"senior..."

Mashu wasn't feeling well either.

Although the Noble Phantasm blocked the scorching light of the Holy Lance, the powerful impact and terrifying temperature could still be transmitted through the shield.

One wrong move, and the soul itself is completely annihilated.

"Senior..."

The girl held out her hand.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka did not respond to her.

Fujimaru Ritsuka simply lay quietly on the ground, the lingering heat from her body dissipating, as if she had fallen into a peaceful sleep.

The refugees gathered around the girl.

Only then did they get a clear look at the girl's face.

Beauty, cuteness... these are secondary.

More importantly, the lingering childishness on her face proves that she is still a teenager... strictly speaking, still a child.

They are even the same size as some of the children among the refugees.

Fujimaru Ritsuka is 16 years old and a high school student.

It shouldn't be something like Master, True Ancestor, or Savior.

"senior!"

Mashu pushed through the crowd and stumbled to Fujimaru Ritsuka's side.

"Senior...is she alright?!"

The girl's voice was choked.

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not answer. Her consciousness was subdued at the moment, and she could not even lift her fingers, let alone respond to Mash's call.

but,

Mashu gently touched the tip of Fujimaru Ritsuka's nose.

Her steady breathing calmed her down.

"That's great, he's still breathing."

With the previous generation's method of loading the explosives, there shouldn't be any problems.

"We're sorry, we've dragged you down..."

One of the refugees, looking remorseful, said, "We suspected you had ulterior motives before, and we're truly sorry. If it weren't for you..."

“She’s a very kind person, she won’t blame you,” Mashu said earnestly. “Besides, your living conditions are extremely harsh, and I think that’s why she wanted to help you.”

"Just like when my senior saved me back then."

Mashu recalls the time when she and Team A were preparing to head to the Singularity.

The senior saved me from the brink of death.

Although it seems that Mr. Galahad originally intended to lend his power to him to save his life, neither he nor his senior knew this at the time.

The senior didn't have good control over the power of the True Ancestor at that time.

Even so, he resisted the urge to suck blood and pulled himself back from the brink of death.

"That idiot Master, I finally got to show off a little..."

"Why do you have to transform into light to resist the Lion King's Holy Lance? This is so strange... We Servants are supposed to be tools to save humanity, long-dead spirits, why are you doing this, you idiot!"

Mordred curled up in a ball and said weakly.

At this moment, her feelings were also somewhat complicated.

What kind of Master is someone who can't even protect their own Servants...?

How strange it must be for a Master to utter such reversal of the Heavenly Principles.

However, what Fujimaru Ritsuka said wasn't strange at all; in fact, it seemed quite normal.

She's just that kind of fool—no matter how capable she is, she'll give it her all without hesitation.

""

"She is truly a person worthy of respect."

Bedivere said slowly, his voice low: "It's hard to say whether her great power and immortality are a good thing or a bad thing."

Lancelot: "What do you mean by that?"

"Because great power means she will bear more responsibility, you understand, Lancelot, our king..."

Bedivere's words sent a shiver down Lancelot's spine, followed by a sharp pain.

"The King once told me that our enemies in Britain are also fighting for their own happiness, their own desires, and the justice they believe in. In the irreconcilable killing of humanity, people can only keep going in this cycle of error. And the King's wish is for Britain to truly achieve peace."

"Lord Lancelot. What the King desires is never the very concept of the survival of the nation, but the happiness of the people within it."

When King Arthur drew his sword, he foresaw the destruction of his kingdom.

If her efforts can make people's lives a little better and reduce the damage caused by war, then her efforts will be meaningful.

""

“If I could have corrected the Lion King’s mistake sooner… it’s too late to say anything now. I think I understand your situation, Lord Bedivere.”

Lancelot made up his mind: "I will join you in defeating the Lion King, so that our king will not trample on his ideals."

He looked directly into Bedivere's eyes and nodded very solemnly: "By the way, before that, there's something else I want to tell you. If I leave, no one will know about that place."

In fact, Lancelot secretly gathered a group of refugees.

They disguised them as an army and hid them in a nearby ravine.

For the Holy City, this could be considered pure treason.

But Lancelot firmly believed that the king's decisions were all distorted by Agravine to satisfy his own ambitions.

Agrave also disliked Lancelot because of his actions; in short, they had reached a point of irreconcilable enmity.

Fujimaru Ritsuka is currently in a dormant state.

In other words, she no longer has the strength to fight.

Actually, everyone was in a similar situation, because of this sudden ruling, both Mordred and Mashu temporarily lost their fighting ability.

Lancelot was stunned by Mashu's beating.

Bedwell was already at his last gasp.

"Go and seek refuge with the people of the mountains."

Lancelot whistled, summoning his warhorse.

"If you have any questions later, just contact me."

Lancelot said this, then waved his hand, signaling the Knights of the Righteousness to prepare to leave.

He originally planned to lie low for a while before settling scores with Agguwen.

However, at that very moment...

Ding~~ Ding~~

A stringed instrument sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the head of a righteous knight fell to the ground.

Without warning, my head snapped as the string snapped.

"That voice...could it be—"

Everyone was stunned.

no doubt.

This skillful attack, this invisible arrow that can take a life with just the strings of a musical instrument, is the work of one of the most capable knights of the Round Table.

Knight Tristan!

"I never expected that you would also betray our king."

"Lord Lancelot."

"This is really..."

"It's sad."

"Could it be that you are—"

Bedwell's already pale face became even paler.

"Tristan!"

Red hair, and a huge Philnott bow.

Standing quietly in front of everyone.

Bedwell's pupils were trembling.

“Ah... Bedivere. So you too are rebelling against our king, and Lord Mordred as well.”

"I am really, really sad."