Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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The girl's words plunged Hohenheim into an icy abyss.

"Go and invite Jack the Ripper and all the other Servants over... and the most crucial magician in this singularity too... let's all get along peacefully, and then..."

"Let us happily become food for this child!"

The young girl looked forward to it with great anticipation and hope.

She longs to reunite with her Prince Charming.

The Magician refers to Barbatos, the demonic pillar of this singularity, also known as Marich Zolgen.

"Soon~~ Soon we'll see each other, Saber."

"Your wish will be granted soon, Saber!"

The girl had a bright smile on her face.

For Hohenheim, that smile was the beginning of a nightmare.

He couldn't fight back against this guy.

After traversing the demonic fog; the hardest-hit area of ​​the Jiu + Ling Temple Qi Po Emu Ba, after a period of travel.

Fujimaru Ritsuka finally arrived at Victor Frankenstein's mansion, where she saw the elderly scholar's brutally murdered body.

A sense of sadness welled up inside me.

"They really were killed! How terrifying."

The thought of a living, breathing human dying is truly unsettling.

The main issue is that the old man's death was indeed quite tragic.

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched.

Dr. Victor was attacked while writing in his diary, which revealed that he seemed to know about the mastermind behind the singularity.

In other words, M, P, and B are the three instigators.

However, it seems that a new force has quietly emerged in London, a force that is like an invisible hand.

They manipulate everyone as pawns.

But compared to this.

"Hey! What exactly are you?"

Mordred discovered something interesting at this abandoned outpost.

That was not a fully human being.

It should be described as some kind of artificial life form.

This artificial life form cannot speak, has a pointed, small angle, and seems as innocent and cute as a human girl.

“Mmm…Mmm…!”

The horned girl looked around nervously, baring her teeth and brandishing her small hammer, issuing a fierce warning and threat.

The detection at Chaldea malfunctioned, making it impossible to detect Fran's true identity for even a moment.

"Ah... what is this~~"

Looking at the horned girl, Fujimaru Ritsuka was at a loss.

"Hmm, is this guy a Servant?"

Mordred said, frowning.

—She had a feeling that she had seen this guy somewhere before. This guy should be a Servant, right?

Her memory was hazy, and she couldn't be sure for the time being.

"This must be a cyborg."

Sajō Aika deduced, "But there are exceptions. However, it seems that this lady is alive, and it cannot be ruled out that she is an individual capable of becoming a Heroic Spirit Servant."

The girl answered easily.

"As expected of Ai Ge, she knows so much."

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt that Sajou Aika knew far too much, sometimes even more than Director Olga Marie.

"Hehe, I'm glad I could help you."

However, since they were helping their companions, they didn't suspect anything, no matter what their identities were, since it was so late in the afternoon.

"ah!"

Lily pulled a yellowed notebook from the coffin; it looked like an instruction manual.

"This is?"

Lily opened it out of curiosity and took a look.

"Frankenstein's user manual?"

Dr. Roman said, "You mean the monster known as Frankenstein? I remember in the novel he was burned to ashes?"

“Mmm…Mmm…!”

Frankenstein shook his head, speechless, but extremely angry.

Nobody likes being called a monster.

Frankenstein, in particular, is just an ordinary artificial life form. Naturally, she wouldn't be happy if someone called her a monster.

"Are you Miss Fran?"

Lily extended her little hand with a gentle smile on her face.

"Don't be angry, can we all get along amicably?"

"Well...!"

Frankenstein was still somewhat hesitant.

Peek out cautiously.

"Miss Fran?"

"Ugh...! Ugh...!"

Fran nodded emphatically.

She prefers to be called Miss Fran, not "Monster".

"You seem quite happy! From now on, I'll call you Miss Fran," Lily said.

"Hmm!!?" Fran was delighted.

Miss Fran is the only legacy Victor left in this world.

It's too dangerous for her to stay here alone right now. What if, at some point, an enemy Servant decides to come back and eliminate her? That would be dangerous.

"Well, let's have Fran interpret and analyze Jekyll's words later."

Mordred said confidently, "We will continue to pursue the escaped Servants."

"You think you can just kill someone and leave unscathed? I won't allow that to happen to my father's Britannic wine!"

Looking at the enthusiastic Mordred, Lily smiled and said, "That's right, eliminating villains and cutting off evil spirits is a knight's mission! You really are a very reliable knight, Mordred, I've learned so much!"

"is that so?"

"Of course that's true. Don't underestimate yourself. Mordred is a very reliable knight, isn't he?"

Lily's joyful expression made Mordred scratch his cheek sheepishly. But then again, seeing such a cute and energetic father instead of that deadpan, perfect king was worth dying for!

Chapter 115 My Junior is the Cutest

Suzhou area.

Hans Christian Andersen

A famous 19th-century Danish fairy tale writer, hailed as the sun of world children's literature.

Her representative works include The Steadfast Tin Soldier, Thumbelina, The Little Mermaid, The Little Match Girl, The Ugly Duckling, and The Emperor's New Clothes.

As a children's author, his stories are undoubtedly full of realism and darkness.

This is just like him—he repeatedly stated in his diary that no one would want to marry me because I am ugly and will always be poor.

"Seriously, this is unbearable."

A deep, gruff voice echoed in the dimly lit library.

It was a blue-haired boy wearing glasses, holding oddly shaped paper and pen, complaining.

"Has old man Victor been murdered?"

"The telegrams sent to Scotland Yard are also undelivered. Have all the policemen died too?"

"What should we do about that demonic book on the second floor?"

"Me, a writer-servant alone... what a joke. But Jekyll said he seems to have found some very reliable helpers, I just hope the reinforcements arrive soon."

The writer huddled in a corner reading.

The second floor has completely become the world of the magic book.

As for why he, as a Servant, didn't go forward to subdue it—how could a third-rate Servant with a fourth-rate Noble Phantasm possibly fight against a magical book that has come to life?

Hans Christian Andersen clicked his tongue and flipped through the already yellowed storybook.

Click... Click!

Is this finally happening, you idiots?

Although the wait was a bit long, it was worth it if the problem could be solved.

A hint of relief appeared in Andersen's eyes.

Then...

boom--!

Without saying a word, a knight who looked utterly foolish kicked open the bookstore door.

"Hey! Is anyone there? Is anyone still alive? This old man Ben Mordred is here to rescue people!"

Mordred, carrying a greatsword, took the lead.

—That's really rude.

Hans Christian Andersen thought to himself.

However, he didn't waste any words and said coldly, "You must be the rescue team Henry Jekyll mentioned. You're too late; I've been waiting impatiently. Without further ado, I'll tell you the situation now."

"Who is it, you brat? You know we're rescue workers and you're still so arrogant. Watch out, or I'll chop you up, you bastard!"

Mordred couldn't be bothered to bother with such a brat.

"I'm sorry we're late. Your criticism is valid... I will definitely try my best to correct it and strive to become a qualified rescue worker."

The girl in white armor spoke with deep remorse.

Her attitude was sincere, as pure and beautiful as a white lotus.

At that moment, Andersen suddenly felt as if he were being born.

In fairy tales, princesses are the epitome of beauty, and knights are synonymous with humility and courtesy... Now, the supreme masterpiece that combines these two elements appears before me, a purity and responsibility that no fairy tale or any words can describe.

Asking such a lovely and innocent girl to apologize made even Hans Christian Andersen, who considered himself quite naive, feel somewhat out of place.

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"Your voice is so peculiar! You sound like a child, but it's like an old man's voice... Are you going through puberty?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked curiously.

Hans Christian Andersen glanced at the blonde, red-eyed girl.

The aura emanating from them was somewhat frightening, making them seem like a hero from a fairy tale, or perhaps a demon lord lurking in the shadows—truly peculiar. Regardless, they were definitely someone I couldn't afford to offend.

Hans Christian Andersen pursed his lips: "What the hell... Of course my voice is a mature bel canto. Never mind, if I say any more, it will remind me of that shameful period of my life."

However, the most terrifying thing was the other girl with light blonde hair standing next to the girl.

Although it might be due to some reason, perhaps laziness, or a loss of ambition... the aura she exudes makes one think of one word: "witch".