I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

That's why the struggle over Pandora's Box arose.

Then, her expression kept changing, her eyes sometimes weak, sometimes strong... she was probably having an internal struggle.

"Put Kirshtalia Wodim and his supporters in solitary confinement."

"Now that humanity has become extinct, we should not harm the remaining humans any further."

It took a lot of determination, which is not typical of a magician.

Not at all.

But it is the choice that resonates most with people.

Olga Marie is a rich and kind-hearted young woman.

“Um…Director Olga Marie,” Fujimaru Ritsuka said, supported by Mash.

"Is there anything else, Fujimaru? If not, you'd better go and get some rest." The director felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart, and he felt much more relaxed.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to say—could the environment in the solitary confinement cell be improved a little? The hard bed, the old-fashioned air conditioner, and the dim lighting...it might not be very suitable for living."

"What are you talking about, you idiot junior! It's already a huge blessing that those guys weren't wiped out—and you want to improve their conditions? You talk as if you've actually lived there."

Hinako Akuta glanced at Fujimaru and snorted coldly.

I really did stay there!

I don’t know if it was just my imagination, but it seemed like Hinako-senpai wanted to help me up, but maybe because she was too proud, she didn’t do anything.

What a lovely senior!

"I'm sorry, Lord Xiang Yu, I had no intention of coveting your wife."

However, it's wonderful to be able to return to Chaldea.

I wonder what happened to Shin and Okita, who didn't return to the Throne of Heroes and were sucked out of the world.

The status message from the contract suggests that the person is still alive.

But I don't know where they'll live.

If it's those two, they won't get into trouble no matter where they go, right?

After all, comedic characters are invincible. All Nobu has to do is make the whole world turn into Nobu~~Nobu~~

Peperonchino was teleported by his previous crew to Britain, which was shrouded in mist, while Debit went to the Mesopotamian plains.

After that, the two of them never contacted each other again.

They seem to have a way of maintaining their existence even when they are not being observed.

But the farce has come to an end for now, and life in Chaldea may continue for some time before the London Singularity is fully located.

However... I'm a little sad.

Fujimaru Ritsuka knew that days like the Christmas she spent with everyone at Chaldea might never come again.

In the middle of the night, tears streamed down my face once again.

Fujimaru Ritsuka shielded his eyes with his right arm, determined not to shed a tear no matter how difficult the adversity or how hopeless the future.

The last stroke of the scarlet diamond on the Command Seal has been recharged, which means that a full 24 hours have passed.

It is late at night, and dawn is far from arriving.

To be honest, I should have been half-dead after my duel with Kirshtalia, but my body's recovery has surprisingly made me feel no discomfort.

A tuft of white hair twitched beside Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The boy was incredulous for a moment. He sat up and saw that he seemed to be wearing nothing on his shirt.

The white-haired girl was dressed only in a light, gauze-like garment.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared blankly at her right hand, momentarily at a loss.

A light white veil wrapped around her soft, jade-like body, and the noble celestial sphere seemed about to leap out, revealing a white treasure rarely seen in ordinary times.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's left hand seemed to be firmly held in place by something; the magician's strength was immense, preventing Fujimaru from freeing his hand for the time being.

A tingling sensation ran through my fingertips; the soft yet highly attractive celestial sphere felt like a magnet.

Many of Fujimaru's female Servants have a good relationship with him.

Moreover, whether they are magicians or Servants, in some ways they are more uninhibited than ordinary people...but.

Director Olga Marie, she~~~

Fujimaru Ritsuka swallowed hard.

It's really...so beautiful.

I'm a little reluctant to part with it, but I'm also a bit hesitant.

Olga Marie has always been a forbidden zone in Fujimaru's heart, one that is not easily touched.

Author's words

After much stumbling and falling, I finally finished writing the third volume. I made significant changes to the outline, but the main ideas remained the same.

The mission still involves rescuing seven singularities, with four more remaining.

I admit that there were some major errors in the writing of Volume 3, for three reasons.

Too much content has been introduced.

Like Okita and Nobunaga.

Pandora's Box and Illya from Prisma Illya.

Another issue is the somewhat contrived betrayal of the captain. The transition could have been smoother, but considering the length [23 words], a lot of the transitional scenes were cut.

For example, there was originally a dragon island in the north of Okoanos, and Sigurd's role in fighting the dragons.

The captain's conversation and dialogue with Pandora.

And how Kirshtalia observed the world of Moirai through Chaldea was not properly explained.

Furthermore, it's rather far-fetched for Fujimaru to conclude that the captain betrayed the company based solely on speculation. It would be more reasonable for Chaldea to have experienced the incident first, and for him to deduce the truth together with Kongming.

However, this may lead to a further increase in length.

Because there might be a lot of big projects to do later, and that's after the first part... so I actually really want to finish the first part quickly.

The Fourth Singularity: The Reborn City of the Age of Gods, Londinion

Prologue: The Rebellious Knight of Lentinion

January 1888, 8 AD

A series of extremely brutal murders occurred in Whitechapel, East London, and the killer was none other than a notorious executioner in the world's anecdotes.

His name is Jack the Ripper.

During this period, Britain was undoubtedly the most powerful country in the world. Having completed the Industrial Revolution, the world hegemon had built a perfect world and international order on countless blood and tears.

However, in such a powerful country, there is not happiness and freedom.

Instead, there were countless tragedies and despair.

A nation's strength has nothing to do with individuals. It may have something to do with nobles and gentry, but... it has nothing to do with prostitutes and hooligans in back alleys and ditches that smell like rotten eggs.

This has nothing to do with justice; it's simply a cruel sacrifice in the development of human civilization. Those who manipulate the world are like ants suffocating in a glass bottle.

Mordred had one hand on his hip and the other gripping the hilt of the magnificent red royal sword, which he rested on his shoulder.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, she couldn't help but sigh.

This is the [too many to count, Xiao Mo is very bad at math]th murder case today.

From the moment she was summoned to this era and to this land, Mordred believed she had taken on the responsibility of protecting it.

She will be the Queen of Britain, the Knight King, the Lion King, the Fierce King, the Prophet, the Tyrant King... the only and legitimate heir.

It is only natural to defend one's own territory.

The blood-stained corpses emitted a foul stench that even made Mordred, a seasoned veteran of the battlefield, feel nauseous.

There's no other reason than that the way to die—cutting open the abdomen and uterus—is simply too cruel.

A white mist filled the air, and her ancestral intuition told her that this area...

"Enemies are here—!"

A flash of silver light seemed to reflect off them.

Her azure eyes darted around, and soon the powerful young warrior pinpointed her location.

"There it is—?!"

The girl's gaze sharpened instantly. She raised the King's Sword, roared, and then red lightning surged from her body.

"Roar, Crimson Thunder!"

Accompanied by the girl's roar, Clarent also unleashed a powerful and boundless magical force.

"Die!"

Without saying a word, Mordred slashed at the spot where the silver light was reflected.

A thin, mouse-like black shadow darted out.

"You son of a bitch—!"

Mordred slammed her massive, half-human-sized sword down, instantly shattering concrete and reinforced concrete, sending up a chaotic shower of debris.

The hard red steel bars were as fragile as glass.

"You sneaky fellow, you're really infuriating! Don't worry, I'll turn you into ashes of raging crimson lightning right now."