Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"Just call me Nightingale."

Fujimaru Ritsuka and his companions embark on their journey once again.

only...

Perhaps even Fujimaru Ritsuka herself didn't realize it.

Just as the ends of her red hair fluttered in the wind, a small wisp of black flame flashed by like a spark of electricity.

Chapter 154 North American Singularity: Sick Leave Certificate, a Close Call

I cut my neck on a broken mirror today, and the bed was covered in blood. I almost had to say goodbye to everyone (just kidding). I'll resume updates tomorrow.

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Chapter 155 You Celts really do produce a lot of perverts!

"Why has Ritsuka's hair changed color?!"

Dr. Roman looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka's data with a puzzled expression.

"That's the real Ritsuka. This is how Ritsuka was before that woman deceived her."

Sajō Aika glanced at it... her eyes containing a hint of barely perceptible doubt.

quite a while.

She jumped off her seat.

"I'll go see what happened to that True Ancestor."

Having said that, she drifted away like a flower.

"I'll leave it to you for now, you unreliable Dr. Roman."

After leaving a message, he abandoned his work without saying another word, leaving Roman alone, looking around blankly.

"like..."

Dr. Roman scratched the back of his head: "Wasn't this originally my job?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group are currently located near the edge of the Sonoran Desert in Colorado.

The sun blazed down relentlessly at midday, its intense heat causing Fujimaru Ritsuka to break out in a long-unseen sweat.

Even so, Fujimaru Ritsuka managed to keep up with the Servant's pace.

Perhaps, without realizing it, Fujimaru Ritsuka's body has undergone changes beyond human capabilities in order to adapt to the power brought by the True Ancestor.

In other words, even if the figure in the flames temporarily seals that power, Fujimaru Ritsuka's transformation is irreversible.

Because that power of the True Ancestor no longer belongs solely to the Princess.

Fujimaru Ritsuka herself will eventually become a true progenitor.

"Ah...it's been so long, I feel a bit tired~~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, then bent down and supported her legs.

She was reminded once again of humanity's fragility and weakness...

"Water, Mashu...give me some water."

Fujimaru Ritsuka, like a zombie, lunged at Mash with her arms outstretched.

"Okay...okay, senior."

Mashu took out spare water and disposable towels from the built-in space inside the round table.

"Senior...you're covered in sweat, let me wipe it off for you."

The girl in pink blushed slightly as she spoke.

"Then... well, I'll leave it to you, Mash."

"Ah."

The girl lowered her eyes and stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka's fair and flushed neck, water droplets sliding down her collarbone.

She lightly bit her lower lip, her fingers inadvertently brushing against the stray hairs on the back of Fujimaru Ritsuka's neck.

Unconsciously, Mashu seemed to instinctively feel a strong impulse she had never felt before.

The impulse was so strong that it made her pink eyes turn slightly red, and her small fangs wanted to stick out uncontrollably.

--This is?

Mashu realized that a part of her Dead Apostle Mashu was starting to stir.

She wanted to grow up, and after sensing the disappearance of the aura of a "king" from Fujimaru Ritsuka, she couldn't help but want to rebel against him.

As a Dead Apostle, he is naturally much lower in rank than the True Ancestor, and can be considered a servant of the True Ancestor.

Although Mashu is an incomplete Dead Apostle, she has inherited certain characteristics.

She wanted to drink Fujimaru Ritsuka's blood, to absorb the essence of her Master's blood... This impulse was almost irresistible.

"Well..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka knew perfectly well what Mashu was doing.

She simply sat up straight, blinked, pursed her lips, and remained obediently still.

Because... in terms of strength right now, it seems that Mash is stronger.

I have to admit, she probably can't beat Mashu.

Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly glanced at the girl's face out of the corner of her eye.

Little Eggplant seemed unusually excited; this was evident in her eyes...

That means I can finally protect my seniors!

If Mashu can obtain the throne of the Dead Apostles, the reason why the Blood Ring's crown must be related to "protection" is because it stems from her will to protect her predecessors.

A little while later...

Nightingale strode over with a brisk and decisive air.

"There's a village ahead with many wounded people; I have to go there."

After saying that, she began to pack her things.

"Is there anyone still alive in this village?"

"There are basically none, they've all gone to the battlefield. Those left behind in the villages are mostly elderly people, women, and children who simply couldn't go to the battlefield. A group of wounded soldiers who were routed were taken in, so I have to go and check on them."

Fujimaru Ritsuka remained silent.

"It looks like the situation is very serious..."

"Yes. It's very serious, so we must end the war as soon as possible."

Nightingale spoke in a flat tone, and Fujimaru Ritsuka could not sense any emotional fluctuation from her.

Perhaps it was because she was constantly in a state of high emotional intensity, focused on saving lives.

"Let's go too."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes gleamed with determination.

"can."

Nightingale did not object: "It's perfect for treating Rama together, and also, Caster... you can start your internship right away."

"Eh?!"

Artoria Caster, who was using her beret as a fan, twitched her ahoge and pointed blankly at herself, "Me?!"

That's outrageous...

Artoria clearly thought that.

She was clumsy and couldn't do anything well.

Is this the start of an internship?

Are you kidding me?!

"You—you can do it, right, Don't you?"

Nightingale suddenly came over.

His emotionless, dead-fish eyes stared at Artoria, making her feel a little uneasy.

Artoria, like a cat about to explode, said, "Yes...I do..."

How scary, nurse.

Artoria Caster looked away, lacking confidence.

The village appears to be a settlement of indigenous people.

Orthodox cities, such as Denver, have basically been occupied by the Celtic army. Even though the mechanized troops can be evenly matched with the Celtic warriors in terms of combat strength, the lack of powerful Servants has caused the battle lines to retreat steadily.

Moreover, even mechanized troops cannot take care of the towns and villages along the way.

But... Nightingale, as a nurse, couldn't just ignore it.

Fujimaru Ritsuka asked her why.

At that moment, a glint of light appeared in Nightingale's pupils.

"You'll understand..."

Nightingale smiled faintly: "The joy of helping others."

"Senior...there are many wounded here too..."

Mashu's little face was filled with sadness.

The dust-covered domed canvas tent was stained with blood.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu could hear weak wails and coughs, as well as slow footsteps.

Nightingale's gaze swept over the blood-soaked figures, some wearing green military uniforms stained with blood, their faces as pale as pebbles by a stream; others had lost arms or limbs and lay groaning on stiff frames.

"It seems like this is it."

Nightingale put Rama down, her brows furrowed as she surveyed the group of wounded.

Soon, a group of people in the village who were still able-bodied gathered around.

"Who...who are you people?!"

The leader appeared to be a Native American boy.

He asked timidly, "Are they also the same guys who trampled on our homes?"

Rifles, machine guns, spears, bows and arrows... all sorts of weapons from different eras were aimed at Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group.

"What an attitude!"

Artoria immediately became angry:

"We came here to help you, why are you doing this!"

"Who knows who you are... what you're doing here!"

"you--"

Artoria Caster gripped her staff with a hint of anger.

"Stop, Artoria."

Nightingale reached out and stopped the wild boar princess from charging forward.

“Eh…” Artoria pursed her lips.

“I am a nurse. I am here to help patients, and I will leave after I have treated them. I will not accept any arguments.”

Nightingale said calmly.

However, the powerful aura emanating from Nightingale and her cold eyes made it impossible for the other party to believe that she was a nurse.

"Damn it...who believes your lies! Get out of the village now, or we'll get rough...there are blond and red-eyed weirdos among you, I bet you're the legendary vampires!"

Nightingale has red eyes, Artoria has blonde hair... together they're blonde and red eyes.