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

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Chapter 45 You're still flirting?

"Our operational deployment is as follows."

Olga Marie projected a map of France onto Sheba, highlighting a massive source of magic that continuously emanated from the Book of the Dead City, a book of human skin, containing endless terror and despair.

"If we let Fujimaru Ritsuka summon the powerful Saber [Artoria Alter] to unleash a beam attack, we could win the battle, but we can't be sure if Fujimaru can withstand it. His Jeanne [Alter] already consumes a lot of mana, and this is the first time he has ever fused two spirit origins."

She's so gentle, and having a partner like that makes me really reliable.

Moreover, having Saber Alter defeat Gilles de Rais in place of Jeanne Alter would surely leave the girl with regrets.

“...My Archer is also an anti-military Noble Phantasm, specializing in penetration. Neither Lanling King nor Ma Si has that kind of one-hit kill move.” Ophelia frowned.

"So that's the crux of the matter."

"Wodym has prepared a massive magic spell for a full day and night. Although this is not the Age of Gods, the heroic spirits of Kadoc are fairies with super strong magical power. Using them as the energy core, they can unleash large-scale celestial magic."

"In the worst-case scenario, it could destroy three-quarters of that thing's body."

Olga Marie explained.

"Therefore, I need you to divide into four lines to form an encirclement, so that the monster cannot move."

......

Ophelia pondered for a moment, and although she was somewhat worried about Mash and Fujimaru, who were deep in enemy territory, she had no choice but to agree to this method of combat.

"Wait a minute, is there any movement ahead?!"

Joan of Arc, with her keen eyesight, immediately sensed something was amiss and felt a sense of panic.

Because she saw the marshal, covered in slime and blood, leading his troops, dragging their battered bodies, retreating step by step in this direction.

That was a familiar figure, one that couldn't be more familiar.

"Is that Gil? Is that Gil?!"

Joan of Arc asked with some heartache.

The marshal who had supported her ever since she joined Domrémy was now in this state, and she was heartbroken and distressed. She felt ashamed before France, before God, and before herself. She wished she could kill herself.

"Joan of Arc... Joan of Arc—! The real Joan of Arc! Oh my god! My saint! My God!"

"I can finally, finally see you again!!!"

Marshal Octopus Eyes Roar [Second Strike]

"This is... a miracle! A true miracle! To allow me to see two Joan of Arcs in such a short time! Even if I were to die, I would have no regrets!!!"

Olga Marie frowned slightly: "Where the hell did this lunatic come from?"

"Jill, if you keep doing this, I'm going to poke your eyes out!"

Joan of Arc, somewhat annoyed, put her hands on her hips and scolded, "You should at least stop now. There are so many of our companions here."

......

Hmm, it seems I've put the Holy Maiden in a difficult position.

Gilles de Rais noticed the strange looks from those around him, averted his gaze, and, with the air of a gentleman, bowed slightly, offering a humble knightly salute to the crowd.

"I apologize, I lost my composure. I really... thought Joan of Arc had been killed. I am so happy to see you all again. Although we suffered an unprecedented attack, this sacrifice was worthwhile for the victory of the saint."

Ophelia felt a faint resonance within her.

It's confirmed, he's a simp too.

Olga Marie: ...This contrast...is it really the same person?!

No wonder he turned evil and became Bluebeard later.

"There's no time to explain, Jill. Let's assemble the troops first. Although everyone is exhausted, let's try to gather as much strength as we can."

"We will not send soldiers to participate in large-scale operations; simply blocking the front lines will suffice."

"Understood, Your Highness!"

"I've already said I'm not a saint, I'm just that country girl from Dongremi!"

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Dragon, truly worthy of being called the Dragon Witch.

The magnificent flames instantly pierced through the enormous tentacles that were striking Gudako and Mash's shields.

The black flames transformed into a three-headed dark flame dragon, roaring and howling as it opened its gaping maw, its body swirling around the tentacles of the giant monster sea demon, tearing at it.

It's an A+ anti-military Noble Phantasm, and its power is among the top tier. Although it's not a beam cannon, it still outlines a raging black-blue flame zone with the giant sea monster as the center and its tentacles as the radius.

The burning effect effectively inhibits the ever-growing flesh and blood of the sea monster.

"Ahoo!"

The enormous body immediately fell silent under the attack of Jeanne Alter's Noble Phantasm.

"We did it, senior! We did it!"

Little Eggplant finally breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves relaxed, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

My senior touched my hand, I'm so happy ^_^.

"Director!"

Despite the discomfort caused by the simultaneous outbursts of two Servants, Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath and then connected to Olga Marie's communication.

"We have completed a quarter of the lockdown task. Please give us the next steps."

"Huh...?! So fast?!"

Olga Marie asked, somewhat surprised.

"Well, you're just that weird. It's such a waste that you were born an ordinary person. If possible, why not marry into a magic family to broaden your circuits... [Why am I saying this?] How are you? Can your body still hold up? Do you want to rest for a bit?"

Olga Marie asked with some concern.

"Hmm... Thank you for your concern, Director. I'm very touched. You're so kind, Director. I really like you."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was deeply moved. He said that the director had a sharp tongue but a soft heart and was genuinely concerned about him. Fujimaru Ritsuka could feel it.

What moved Fujimaru Ritsuka the most was actually Fuyuki Naka from the previous timeline, who, despite being terrified, always stood in front of her and Mash.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes were filled with a mixture of feelings of loss, joy, emotion, and tenderness.

Olga Marie: [Why are you looking at me like that...?]

Jeanne Alter glared at Gudako through gritted teeth.

Are you still flirting?!

"It's not because I care about this idiot, it's just... my duty as the director, it's just my duty! Don't think that 'I like him' or anything... um..."

Suddenly remembering something, Olga Marie blushed and dared not look at Fujimaru Ritsuka's captivating, school beauty-like face.

The old maid's heart is racing...

Recalling the embarrassing scene, the two fleshy king oysters secretly hid behind the main control panel, rubbing against each other when no one was looking.

"Director Olga Marie."

"W-what's wrong, Fujimaru?"

When Olga Marie heard the boy suddenly call her name, she was slightly taken aback, and then saw Gudako's very mature expression at that moment.

Yes, that's not the expression an ordinary person should have.

Instead, it was an expression of someone who had once shouldered a heavy responsibility.

"Director Olga Marie, um... am I qualified to be considered a Master in your eyes?"

This was a question that Fujimaru Ritsuka had always wanted to ask, but never had the chance to.

!!!

Olga Marie suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She suddenly remembered that when the Chaldea Masters had just been assembled, Fujimaru Ritsuka was slapped out of the meeting room for sleeping and was deemed unqualified as a Master.

In other words, a novice Master who is not suitable for conquering singularities.

So... so that guy has always cared so much about my opinion? And for so long...

Unbeknownst to Olga Marie, Fujimaru Ritsuka had been concerned all along, all the way to the Seventh Lostbelt...

That time took much longer than Olga Marie had imagined.

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Chapter 46 Two Silly Dragon Girls Running Around

What pains Fujimaru Ritsuka the most?

It was not the despair of the destruction of humanity, nor the overwhelming strength of the enemy, nor the blank Earth.

It's not the pain of losing a single person that's excruciating.

If it could be even stronger...

The fact that fewer than twenty people are shouldering the burden of the entire world is truly despairing.

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Fujimaru Ritsuka's question was somewhat abrupt, leaving Olga Marie unsure how to answer.

What an adorable young man!

Was I too harsh on him before?

Olga Marie didn't have high expectations for Fujimaru Ritsuka, but now it seems that this ordinary person is surprisingly reassuring.