Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Seeing their dejected expressions, Fujimaru Ritsuka comforted them, "Don't worry, there's plenty of work for you to do later, especially after we leave for London."

With a pained expression, Sasagawa Yagokoro asked, "We're feeling uneasy now that you're gone, boss... so is there any overtime pay?"

"double."

"Yay!" Sasagawa Yagokoro immediately perked up and patted his chest with his teammates. "The future of Chiba City is in our hands! By the way, Kasumigaoka-sama, what do we need to do?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka touched her cheek, watching these greedy guys diligently helping out, and couldn't help but worry about the future of Chiba City.

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113. Here I come, London! (4k)

The world is an independent spacetime continuum.

In modern physics, some scholars insist that even within the same universe, the connection between distant galaxies and the solar system is not much closer than that between Earth in a different time and space. Essentially, it is just that the energy and speed are similar on an astronomical scale, which gives us the illusion of the unity of time and space.

Before his transmigration, Fujimaru Ritsuka also came across this theory by chance. At the time, he felt that he recognized each word in the text, but he couldn't understand it when put together.

But now I think I can understand it a little better.

A massive boulder, moved in late at night after a series of communications, was placed before the gate. Kasumigaoka Utaha, holding a folding fan, slowly performed a ritual dance, chanting a Shinto prayer praising the Great God.

Meanwhile, Sasagawa Yagokoro and his group of laborers busily surrounded the rock with straw ropes, hung white zigzag-shaped shimenawa (ropes) around it, encircled the shimenawa (sacred rope) that represents the boundary between gods and humans, and placed a shrine in front of the rock inscribed with "Dōhan Ōkami, Seisei Yomi-do-go-no-mikoshi" (God of the Way of the Immortals, the God of the Sealed Seat of the Yellow Springs).

"The ceremony is complete!" Shiyu flicked her folding fan, and the rock transformed into the legendary Great Stone God Body that Izanagi used to block the entrance to Yomotsu Hirasaka.

Within Fujimaru Ritsuka's dazzling golden eyes, which seemed to boil like molten lava, the strange area where the oddity resided revealed its complete shape, like a black ark solidifying and moving away from their present world.

“It feels like the legends gave them a sense of reality, giving them the blessing of faith and elevating them. But because of this, their energy and speed became completely disconnected.” Fujimaru Ritsuka guessed wildly, leaving everyone present completely confused, except for Yukino who could follow her train of thought a little.

She shook her head: "That theory itself can't be considered entirely correct, let alone now there's magic interfering..."

"That's true... then let's go back!"

On the evening of June 4th, the incident at Chiba University's Faculty of Medicine came to a complete end. The report on the 'strange realm suspected to be the Land of the Dead' was also shared in the [Reform Society], once again drawing considerable attention to Chaldea.

Some of the awakened individuals who retained their memories smiled knowingly at the names Fujimaru Ritsuka and Chaldea. However, very few considered joining them. As awakened individuals, most of them were doing well in their respective organizations, and since the situation was not yet critical, they naturally wouldn't take any action.

However, facilitating the Chaldean group's visit to London and incidentally conveying friendship through intermediaries would be an efficient and cost-effective endeavor.

However, this does not include someone who is in Buckingham Palace.

The white-haired man held the dossier in his hand for a long time before throwing it away in boredom: "Heh, as a dead man, he doesn't even plan to return to the world of the living properly, but instead directly escapes into the inner world? How pathetic."

In the full-length mirror in the bedroom, Galahad lazily twirled the long, pale hair in his hand and said listlessly, "Don't say that~~ Not everyone is like you, struggling to get up even when they're already dead."

"You seem to be showing up more and more often lately?"

"Oh dear, are you not welcoming me? You heartless bastard! If it weren't for me, how could you still be standing here unharmed?" Galahad's tone was extremely sharp. "Although I think your pathetic state is quite unsightly, I still want to see how you far go..."

"Witness me? Or witness King Arthur? Or do you wish to witness the journey of the savior once again?" The white-haired man put on a half-smile, his cold, ascetic beauty enough to captivate his followers.

Galahad was silent for a moment, then said indignantly, "Every time I see that face, it makes me furious. Lancelot's bloodline is truly disgusting..."

"I never hoped to have your bloodline; in fact, it's a joke... This world needs purification; it's full of filth..." The white-haired man disdainfully picked up the application document, preparing to sign it.

"Have you thought this through? What will it mean if you sign this name? It means you're planning a future that could be ruined."

The white-haired man ignored him and wrote in beautiful cursive script: "If I don't approve, what's the reason for my refusal? What will organizations like the Shinsengumi, who have a favorable view of Chaldea, think? Besides..."

"You also want to see the savior's tormented expression, don't you?" Galahad sighed silently, but as a neutral party, he had no intention of interfering.

"Of course, with King Arthur as a pawn and many other allies, who can stop the awakening of the dragon?"

The cursive script on the document gleamed under the light, as if imbued with an anti-counterfeiting magic: [Application approved, Lijiang Galahad.]

The documents were quickly collected and compiled into a unanimously approved application file. The next day, Buckingham Palace's dutiful employees, who were always on time for get off work, converted it into an electronic signal and sent it to Yukino Yukinoshita.

She saw the email, gave an expectant look, picked up the phone, and contacted someone.

"Hey, Haruno-nee, the application to enter the Demon's Den was unanimously approved by the Provisional Control Committee? Yeah, I know. I thought it would take a few days, but it was pretty quick. Now? We're waiting for our flight. See you later." Fujimaru Ritsuka hung up the phone and continued walking forward, pulling her suitcase.

"Ato, come quick!" Yui, pulling her suitcase, waved at the boarding gate, as excited as a primary school student on a school trip.

Utaha and Yukino, who were standing next to her, covered their faces and didn't want to look at her. Only Abigail, sitting in her suitcase, waved excitedly.

"He's here. Hey Yuihama, can you please not be so excited? Everyone's watching you." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at her expressionlessly.

I remember Yui Yuigahama wasn't this silly. How come she's becoming more and more unrestrained and acting like a goofy deer?

Yui snorted, then chuckled, "I feel like I can fly to London soon, afternoon tea? Afternoon tea?"

"Flatcakes! Black tea! Cookies!" Abigail's mouth watered as she imagined the delicious desserts.

Hmm... thankfully, they weren't fantasizing about finding delicious British food, but were only eyeing afternoon tea. So, there's still hope for Abby and Yui.

If they're really craving some authentic British food, then Fujimaru Ritsuka should consider sacrificing family ties and stuffing those two dishes with some Stargazing, Beef Tartare, or something similar.

As a half-baked chef, he was unwilling to admit that British food was something edible.

However, Abigail, as a Puritan immigrant, is a descendant of English people whose palates were once distorted by British cuisine. Perhaps they still missed life in their homeland back then, and maybe even boasted about the "food" of their homeland to their children. Hopefully, Abigail won't suddenly have the idea to take everyone to taste those twisted and dark things.

With a touch of unease, Fujimaru Ritsuka, accompanied by two excited, silly girls and two embarrassed high school girls who had tried unsuccessfully to change seats, boarded a plane bound for London.

Flights departing from Narita Airport in Tokyo take more than ten hours to reach London.

The two silly roe deer, who were flying for the first time, had calmed down a bit. After drinking several large glasses of juice and tasting some not-so-authentic cookies, they fell into a deep sleep in their seats.

Yang bought them a first-class cabin, so the space was quite spacious and the chairs were large, but this also caused Yui and Abi, who were sitting side by side, to lie together in a tangled mess.

"I didn't expect Yui and Abi to be so mischievous..." Yukino, to Fujimaru's right, rubbed her temples, quite surprised.

“Yeah, and he likes to lean against the window to look at the scenery. He’s so childish.” Utaha, to Fujimaru’s left, chimed in. Then the two looked at each other and gave each other an elegant smile.

Fujimaru Ritsuka leaned back in his chair, trying to avoid seeing or thinking about it. However, he was very grateful for their efforts.

Yukino and Utaha told Abby they had serious business to discuss, and Yuihama pitifully asked if they wanted to look at the promotional guide together to discuss where to eat good food. The temptation of looking out the window also prevented Abby from sitting next to him and making a fuss.

Even the most intense Cold War woman, is she scary with a bratty child?

Although Abby is a well-behaved little girl, sometimes dark filling would leak out from her, and ever since she became a cuddly little girl, she's become especially good at acting cute. Fujimaru Ritsuka is really afraid that she might be tricked into trying some culinary horrors.

After all, everyone understands a child's curiosity.

But letting the two continue their elegant, ladylike laughter isn't a solution either; it could very well drag them down with them.

So, my invincible best friend, my doggy!

"Speaking of Hachiman, that kid hasn't contacted us at all. Did something happen to him in the Demon Cave? Like he was seriously injured, or maybe he hooked up with a cute girl?" Fujimaru Ritsuka diverted their attention.

When it came to serious matters, Yukino pondered for a moment, then shook her head, indicating that the possibility was slim: "Although the provisional control committees claim that they will not restrict personal freedom, it seems that no information has been leaked so far, which is a problem in itself. As for believing that a blind man just happens to have taken a liking to Hachiman, the probability is even smaller than the five major thugs keeping their word."

"Although I'm not familiar with Hikigaya-kun, given Fujimaru-kun's loyalty to his friends, he shouldn't have failed to reply after getting in touch."

Are you trying to smear me again?

"In fact, it's said that the people sent to investigate afterwards didn't send back any news either. Even if the officials and the organizations that sent people in completely blocked the news, what was their purpose?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed out the biggest point of doubt: when he sent the message through Kaiki Deishuu, the members of the Reform Society took it seriously and promised to exchange information once they had any. But until their departure, Haruno and Kaiki Deishuu had not obtained any useful information.

"Is there a huge profit involved, or is the incident so serious that it's not allowed to be spread?" The three exchanged glances and felt that these were the two most likely scenarios.

After laying out all her questions and concerns, which prompted the two ladies to think, Fujimaru Ritsuka pulled down her eye mask, preparing to catch up on some sleep.

Hmph, actually, these are all answers that can only be obtained by gathering intelligence after arriving in London, so they're destined not to be able to confirm them and can only think about what backup plans they might have. Then, while they're thinking about this and that, I can sleep until I wake up in London.

Genius, that's me.

“zzz…”

Yukino and Utaha pondered for a while before finally emerging from the circle that Fujimaru Ritsuka had drawn into them. By then, Fujimaru Ritsuka was already breathing long and evenly.

Tsk, he got away again...

In the quiet first-class cabin, the only sound was even breathing. Yukino and Utaha were also a little sleepy. They covered their mouths and yawned, then reclined their chairs, preparing to take a nap as well.

So, rounding it off, does that count as sharing a bed?

As they drifted off to sleep, both of them unexpectedly had this strange idea.

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"Ah, that was a really good sleep~ But I don't know why my chest feels a little tight." Yui Yuigahama got off the plane, stretched, and both Yui and Yui shook a few times. "What about you, Yui?"

"Ah, I'm quite comfortable too, mainly because the pillow is soft enough." Abby guiltily looked away, then noticed the three of them looking a bit tired, and couldn't help but ask with great curiosity, "Hey, leader, did you and the sisters not sleep well?"

These outrageous words drew the attention of many tourists from the island nation, and Fujimaru Ritsuka coughed awkwardly, her eyes darting around.

Do you want to tell everyone that you're always being suppressed, and that someone is constantly provoking you in strange positions?

Yukino and Utaha also looked up at the sky: Should they tell 14-year-old loli that they thought about strange things before going to sleep and then touched someone in their dreams?

The three of them: I hope he/she didn't find out!

"Haha...it's mainly because I'm not a fan of sleeping in the same bed." The unanimous reply made the three of them look at each other suspiciously, but they tacitly kept quiet about it.

"More importantly, Abby, have you decided where we should eat today?" Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had mastered the Tai Chi Push Hands technique, once again proved her worth.

At this moment, both former victims, Yukino and Utaha, couldn't help but feel grateful for Fujimaru Ritsuka's ability; it was truly profound and incredibly effective.

Sure enough, Abigail fell into the trap, but she gave a mischievous look: "Captain, I have something I want to eat, but let's go to the hotel to drop off our luggage first. Let me, a descendant of British immigrants, take you to try some local specialties."

She stood with her hands on her hips, looking incredibly superior.

Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly turned her head to look at Yuigahama Yui, resentfully accusing her with her eyes: Didn't we agree not to let her notice those things?

Yui, standing behind Abby, clasped her hands together and mouthed: "Private Marseille, hehe~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka realized, "That's it!" He turned pale and tried to struggle, but Abigail had already started the electric motor built into the suitcase and rushed out: "Go go go! I'll try the food my ancestors loved!"

Don't go over there!

114. The Great British Pillar Stone and the Central Hall (Large Seal)

In the quiet restaurant, peaceful and melodious violin music was playing. Abigail sat in the main seat, her hands on the table, her eyes deep and thoughtful.

She said, "One of you has betrayed me."

Fujimaru Ritsuka leaned back, awkwardly clutching the order slip in her hand, and chuckled dryly, "Abi, why would you say something like that?"

Abigail snorted and pouted, "I came here to taste the most authentic dishes that my father and the others talked about. Why is this all there is?"