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

“Master, I have a feeling... that Napoleon and Queen Marie Antoinette appearing at this point in time is just pure malice from the world's [Counterforce].

Mashu retorted in surprise.

"Of course! We're all acquaintances. Shouldn't a reunion across time be even more touching?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.

Vive la France!

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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Little Eggplant Erupts

"Dragon Witch... I ask you, do you intend to trample on my beloved France?"

"Do you consider yourself a saint who is even more foolish than the foolish queen who failed to stop the revolution?"

Napoleon:......

The revolution refers to the French Revolution.

Here, there exists a hero who personally experienced the French Revolution.

At that time, he was just an artillery captain.

Napoleon never thought he was wrong; what he felt was regret and sorrow for the withering of beautiful things.

Mashu looked at them with some reluctance: "This kind of thing is really... quite sad."

.....

Fujimaru Ritsuka agreed, "Who says otherwise?"

However, among queens, Mary was quite unique in daring to admit her own stupidity.

The Cake Queen, so cute!

"This is absolutely terrible. You think that having a few more Servants will make you able to stand up to us? ...Don't make me laugh."

"What kind of fighting power can a frail village girl and a delicate flower vase from a greenhouse be considered? Teach them... Rider!"

...The female warrior holding the cross became even more conspicuous.

Even more striking were her enormous breasts...

No, it's the solid, subway-like boxing gloves that give people immense pressure.

"Hey, Master. Why are you sweating on your forehead... Are you feeling unwell?!"

"No...no, get out of the way! Mashu!"

As soon as Fujimaru Ritsuka finished speaking, the saintess's figure had already turned into a phantom.

Click——!

The ground beneath their feet cracked instantly.

then

——!

sink

Explode

clang--!

boom--!

The moment Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke, Mashu finally realized what was happening.

The raised shield collided with the iron fist in an instant.

A deafening roar erupted instantly.

"This intensity!!!"

The girl Mashu felt as if the punch that came crashing down was a heavy iron hammer, and her chest even felt a little stuffy the moment it hit the ground.

"Archer, cover!"

Ophelia quickly gave instructions to her servant.

"Understood, Maitre!"

"Don't let him succeed. What are you all standing there for? Take care of that disgusting-looking old man with the creepy smile first! Don't you understand the principle of eliminating archers first in a team fight?!"

Chi Heizhen began to complain loudly.

Napoleon: Your smile is disgusting?!

Dion made a move, but Joan of Arc blocked it with her flag spear.

Ophelia: I only somewhat agree with the point that [his smile is rather disgusting].

Camilla gave Napoleon a disdainful look.

"No."

"I still crave the blood of cute young girls more. As a nobleman, one must elegantly crush tender, unripe fruit to be considered elegant."

"Hahahaha, I also want to have a fair and square fight with my enemy!!!"

The Grand Duke gripped his spear, his madness seemingly tempered with a sliver of reason.

Napoleon faced a difficult pincer attack.

The cannons couldn't be filled; they could only be used as iron pipes and shields.

"I won't let you break through so easily. Even though I'm a bit of a fool, I still know how to hold back a few tricks up my sleeve~~"

The vibrant queen gave a magnificent snap of her fingers.

Suddenly, a powerful wind seemed to sweep through this space and the surrounding area.

"Come on, Amadeus!"

"Just like a machine, it'll be done in a flash!"

Olga Marie [shocked off the field]: "Amadeus?! Could it be... that legendary musical genius... Mozart!"

"That's right, it's me, Miss Magician from Another World."

Guan Zhiyi's gentle voice rang out, making it impossible to associate him with the arrogant hero king.

"Enjoy this music, everyone. This is my music—listen to this enchanting sound!"

A strangely dressed man, holding a conductor's baton, offered his own music.

"A lullaby for death!"

The power of music may seem insignificant, but at the same time, the power of music is immense.

This is an emotional effect, and when it is sublimated into a Noble Phantasm, it demonstrates its unparalleled control.

"Ugh...this annoying sound!"

"Regardless of its power... this sound is still quite magnificent and sinister..."

"Hmm... I feel a little... heavy..."

The Grand Duke, Camilla, and Dion, who was about to rush over, froze for a moment.

“Very good, now we have room to fight back, Archer.”

"Leave it to me, don't worry."

His Majesty the Emperor smiled and began to unleash his fury.

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Marcus is locked in a fierce battle with the purple-haired saintess who is wearing tight boxing gloves.

Calling it a fierce battle wouldn't be entirely accurate.

The fists, as heavy as sandbags, rained down on Mash's shield, and the fierce and merciless attacks put Mash at a disadvantage for a time.

This is only because Mash has a contract with the more experienced Fujimaru Ritsuka from the future. If she encountered a berserk Martha under normal circumstances, she probably would have had no choice but to run away if she didn't have a numerical advantage.

Sizzle!

The series of heavy punches, with their powerful impact, dragged Mash and her shield backward, creating a chasm several meters long.

"Little girl, even though we're enemies in this situation, you're not bad at all."

"That shield is quite durable."

Martha laughed; she was happy to be able to fight.

I'm also glad that someone was able to stop me.

[It feels so good to swing it!]

I really love this shield; it's much more durable than Tarask's.

[After hitting that thing too many times, it's simply not enough; sometimes I'll cower in a ball, all timid and hesitant.]

Mash, wielding her shield, is incredibly resilient in both toughness and endurance, which is one of her outstanding and excellent qualities.

"The power of these Heroic Spirits is completely different from that of the Shadow Servants I encountered in Fuyuki."

"So this is what a true battle between Servants is like?"

Mashu gritted her teeth and persevered, her eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Vibration, tremor.

Something seemed to be gushing forth from the depths of my heart.

"Mash, if it's not possible, then don't force yourself for now..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly spoke up, explaining that he had a backup plan, a trump card that could turn the tide even if his side was completely defeated. Therefore, Mashu didn't actually need to fight so desperately.