Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Yui slicing off a piece of fried cod with a crisp sound, chewing it with relish while asking curiously, "Hey, aren't all of these British dishes?"

Roast beef, fish and chips, creamed chicken, and accompanying bread and soup of the day—it was indeed all British food.

However, Yui's deliberate attempt to conceal the truth had no effect. Abigail chuckled smugly, "I knew you guys had something in mind, Captain. But since we're all in England, why not try some local specialties?"

An ominous premonition struck the four people present. They watched, pale-faced, as the restaurant owner gave them a thumbs-up. His gleaming front teeth told them that everything was already destined.

popping.

The manager clapped his hands lightly, and the waiters elegantly presented the dishes to the table: "Ladies and gentlemen, your specialties are here. Stargazy Pie, haggis, beef kidney pie. Please enjoy."

The waiter bowed gracefully, and under the cover of his movement, he discreetly slipped something into Fujimaru Ritsuka's pocket. Fujimaru Ritsuka raised an eyebrow but didn't immediately open it to look.

First, it was lunchtime and there were many diners at the surrounding tables, making it inconvenient to take it out to look at; second, the things on the table had completely attracted his attention, leaving him no time to look at anything else.

Within the baked flatbread, the fish's head and tail, with only white eyes, were fully exposed, staring intently at the sky, as if trying to pierce through the ceiling's obscuring barrier and gaze directly at the stars.

The haggis, with its orange-yellow surface resembling a demon's egg, was cut in half, revealing a filling made of sheep's heart, lungs, and liver. This made one wonder from the bottom of their heart if the Sulang people had lost their minds to come up with such a cooking method.

When the beef kidney pie was cut open, the filling, made of diced beef and lamb kidneys stir-fried with onion juice, emitted a strong and strange aroma that even Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was used to seeing offal, wanted to cover her nose—she had finally seen a more inhuman food than snail mooncakes and chive mooncakes.

The four men were ashen-faced, sweating profusely, their legs trembling, and they wished they could leave immediately. The three culinary abominations on the table, when combined, almost exuded a curse-like aura, drawing mixed glances of admiration and fear from diners at other tables.

“Abigail, look at the other diners, none of them are eating this…” Yukino tried to persuade Abigail, but Abigail didn’t hesitate and cut off a piece of haggis.

She swallowed it in one gulp, chewed it, and showed a satisfied expression: "Actually, it's not as scary as it looks. I just wanted to try it out, but the manager told me that these things are not too bad."

"Abby, is your sense of taste broken?" Shiyu watched as she forked another small piece, feeling that it shouldn't be that bad.

Abigail usually eats with everyone, so her tastes are probably not that different from others, right?

With this idea in mind, everyone started picking up haggis... Hmm, it actually seems pretty good.

Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but reflect: Actually, offal is not so bad if you know how to prepare it properly and don't resist its strong flavor.

As a chef, I can't lose to Abby; I have to try and taste the ingenious ideas of British chefs.

Summoning his courage slightly, he cut off a small piece of the Stargazing Pie.

Perhaps because he slept too long on the plane, or because he was distracted by fighting with Abby to order food, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't notice that when he was about to put the Stargazing Pie into his mouth, the other four people, and even everyone in the restaurant, looked at him with expectant expressions.

The first bite was of pie, fish, onions, and... a really, really fishy taste!

The store manager then belatedly spoke up: "Oh my goodness, this pie is something we order to amuse the kids, nobody actually eats it."

You deliberately waited for me to swallow before you said it, didn't you?!

Fujimaru Ritsuka's vision went black, and she knew nothing more.

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In the silent and boundless ocean, something invisible and twisted sleeps in the depths of the ocean.

In this abyss, inaccessible to any intelligent life, miasma constantly rises from the gaps in this twisted object, soaked in seawater, refracting even the sun into a distorted state.

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt she was about to witness its full form. It was a strange, curved object that could not be created by human hands in nature. Was the towering structure a statue or a deity?

No, he opened his eyes wide and got closer, only to see a white wall—or rather, the white eye of a gigantic, incomparably large fish-monster in its death, staring at him coldly and mercilessly, like utterly inorganic matter.

That is the Stargazing School, a ruthless and terrifying oddity!

"Aaaaaah!" Fujimaru Ritsuka let out a scream she could barely control, waking up in shock, covering her face, and then looking at the table where there was nothing left but desserts.

"I never thought... that someone would actually get dizzy from eating such bizarre food." Shiyu pushed a cup of black tea towards him.

With a blank expression, Fujimaru Ritsuka added a lethal amount of brown sugar and milk to the black tea and stirred it slowly.

Abby pretended to be innocent as he looked around at the scenery.

Fujimaru Ritsuka downed the nearly paste-like black tea in one gulp, her expression panicked: "I never imagined that the power of this culinary disaster would be so great, it's practically comparable to the mental pollution of an evil god."

"Hehehe, really? I didn't expect the cuisine from my hometown to be so amazing."

Four people: Abby, we weren't praising you.

Fujimaru Ritsuka touched his throat dejectedly, finally feeling the unpleasant taste in his mouth dispelled by the highly sugary black tea. Although everyone had eaten everything edible without hesitation while he was unconscious, Fujimaru Ritsuka was too lazy to order anything else. He decided to go back to the hotel for a late-night snack.

However, he touched his pocket and then looked around at the food on the tables.

There were very few diners left; even the waiters and the manager were waiting in other positions and rarely paid attention to their table.

Then Fujimaru Ritsuka took out the thing the waiter had slipped to her from her pocket earlier. It was a folded piece of paper with a sentence written on it and a line of contact information below.

After glancing at it quickly, Fujimaru Ritsuka folded the note again and stuffed it into the inside pocket of her shirt.

The other people at the table noticed his actions and looked at him with questioning expressions.

Fujimaru Ritsuka said slowly, "Yono-nee... is really amazing. She found someone to help her, and now we can confirm the whereabouts of our friends who withdrew from the London den for the evacuation."

"Then what are we waiting for? Shall we go straight there?" Shi Yu asked, her eyes full of interest as she ate her pudding with a spoon in her mouth.

“No, let’s contact someone first. Mr. Kaiki Deishuu has also come to London. His investigation has made progress,” Fujimaru Ritsuka replied with a smile.

What are we waiting for? Let's get ready to go!

Everyone tacitly agreed to quickly finish their desserts, pay the bill, and leave.

They quickly hired a mid-sized taxi and headed towards the hotel. On the way, Fujimaru Ritsuka made a call and set a meeting point. Soon, they arrived at the hotel's second-floor café, where the gloomy-faced man was waiting for them.

"You're late." Bei Mudshou said in an unreadable tone, leaning back in his chair and looking at the group of five, especially Abigail, whom he stared at for quite a while.

"Sigh... there was a little mishap during dinner." Fujimaru Ritsuka said self-deprecatingly, then glanced at the others, looking sullen.

"I'm not talking about this meeting between us, but about the London den of iniquity."

Everyone sat up straight, looking somewhat surprised and uncertain.

Bei Mudshou didn't continue with his cryptic pronouncements. His tone remained lifeless, but his words sent a chill down one's spine: "The Knights of the Round Table have gone mad."

"The reason we have received almost no news outside of London is because the Knights of the Round Table have gone mad."

Wow, such explosive news right from the start?

Ignoring their surprised expressions, Kaiki Deishu continued, "Hachiman Hikigaya and his men held out in the London Cave for almost half a month, but when the entrance to the London Cave was unsealed, their defensive formation was almost completely broken."

"The Awakened Ones, who possess the legacy of Lancelot, Gawain, and Bedivere, launched a joint attack on the position. They nearly wiped out everyone present, but fortunately, Attila's Awakened Ones were there and managed to hold off the attack at the cost of serious injuries. Shortly after, the official squads that followed, along with reconnaissance squads from other organizations, arrived and immediately provided support using enchanted modern weapons."

"Even using a thermobaric bomb in the end failed to capture them. It is said that their eyes were bloodshot and they had strange horns on their heads, which protected them as they escaped into the depths of the demon cave. And just as the reconnaissance team was about to set off, the second wave of beasts broke out."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind raced, somewhat unsure of what Kaiki Deishuu meant by "arriving late."

Seeing his expression, Kaiki Deishu shook his head: "After the second wave of beast tide broke out, Hachiman Hikigaya and the others set off again from the temporary hospital where they were recuperating and entered the London Demon Cave. Today I heard that the situation down there has become critical again. Although you have obtained the entry permit, it is hard to say whether you can enter. Therefore, the address that Haruno asked me to find for you has expired."

"I didn't expect it to be this corrupt. Then why did you have someone else deliver the information to me?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was dumbfounded.

Kaiki Deishu chuckled: "Otherwise what? I took Yang Nai's money, so I have to give you the results. As for the timeliness of the results, that's due to force majeure, so the payment is non-refundable."

"Yes, yes, you're right. But I have a question." Fujimaru Ritsuka, with the attitude of a rich spendthrift, didn't care that the conman had made another fortune; he was more concerned about something else.

"Didn't they care about the only remaining Knight of the Round Table, Ritsuge Galahad?"

Before arriving, Fujimaru Ritsuka had obtained some information from Hinori. Ritsuko Galahad, judging from his name, was not a local resident, and the records indicated his origins were unknown.

The other three Knights of the Round Table have mysteriously disappeared and gone mad, while Ritsuji Galahad remains completely unaffected. Is this reasonable?

"You don't think Britain would be willing to push out the only remaining high-ranking awakened person in the country, do you?" Bei Mu Nishu scoffed. "You know, even if Galahad has its problems, Britain's mainstream political parties will wait until the recent elections before considering the issue. Otherwise, why do you think the message couldn't get through to Britain? They've already given everyone a heads-up."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was silent for a moment, then said, "You're right, but what does that have to do with us happy civilian volunteers?"

"Should we gather a group of people and find a way to give him a good beating?" A mischievous impulse surged in Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart.

Kaiki Nishu said expressionlessly, "That wretched bastard is currently staying in Buckingham Palace assisting with official business and has no intention of coming out at all. I advise you to reconsider."

Although that's what he said, Fujimaru Ritsuka sensed that he was secretly giving her information again.

"Huh? Really? I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka silently wrote down Galahad's information in her notebook.

They continued their conversation for quite some time, with Kaiki Nishu subtly sharing a considerable amount of inside information before finally taking his leave. He told him to feel free to contact him if he needed any help in the future.

Fujimaru Ritsuka spat after Kaiki Deishuu's figure disappeared, then turned to the others and asked, "What do you guys think?"

"What else can we say? Someone wants to use us as pawns, right?" Shi Yu said casually.

Yukino bluntly stated, "Everyone is not blind, but they are misjudging the seriousness of the situation below. I even suspect that some people see this as internal strife."

“That’s right, they might think that way, but they won’t connect it to the appearance of dragons. As for the possible existence of giant dragons? Since we can’t prove to them what kind of huge threat they are, it’s still just a probing phase.”

“I understand now. So it’s just that we haven’t completely broken ties yet, so we’re giving the British officials face by not intervening, right? But Mr. Bemunishu feels this is inappropriate, or perhaps some other astute person has noticed something amiss and wants us to help probe the situation. Should we do that?”

Yui Yuigahama was indignant, feeling that these guys were a bit shameless.

“Go ahead and do it. You know, I have always admired the deeds of Lord Galahad. How can I allow any possibility of error among his awakened ones? However, we must first unite a group of people.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled meaningfully.

Leave

terribly sorry.

I was stuck in traffic for more than eight hours and didn't finish dinner at home until almost midnight... My head is spinning and I can't write anymore.

So Friday's update is delayed by one day. I'll try to write more on Saturday before the ancestral worship ceremony begins.

I spent the whole day touching myself, hoping my energy and inspiration will return tomorrow. Now I'm going to have a good night's sleep.

ヽ（≧□≦）ノ

115. First Entry into the Spirit Tomb and the Curse of the Lord of Mount Tai (4k)

"It hurts so much. Why do I have to endure such pain? Number One is dead, Number Two has gone mad, and now I'm the only one left?"

—No, I'm dying soon too…

In his dying moments, the boy overheard the whispers of the lab coats, complaining about the wretches of the test subjects and cursing the privileged lives of the awakened ones.

Let's find another one. The experimental subjects we recently purchased from Romania seem to be quite healthy.

They said this, and the expressions on their faces were not those of people looking at fellow human beings, but rather at a consumable item priced at less than 180,000 yen.

……

Lijiang awoke from a deep, unsettling dream. He shook his head in a daze, his unfocused gaze slowly regaining its focus.

He was no longer the experimental subject who had been trafficked from Romania; he was now a nobleman bearing the great surname Galahad, a pillar of the British Empire.