Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

When he suggested that everyone treat their injuries on the spot and wait for news from the other side, many agreed and stayed. Except for a few seriously injured superhumans who were brought to the ground by their teammates, everyone else waited for the outcome.

"Although Tsukamoto Yakumo is very strong, will he really be alright after being attacked by two Knights of the Round Table?"

"What are you all thinking? She looks like a young girl, but she's actually a veteran. There's no way she couldn't even get the news out."

"Speaking of which, it's one thing for the monsters to launch a massive attack, but why is the British government also targeting us? Have those officials lost their minds?"

As time went on, the remaining team continued to discuss the incident, their voices growing louder, all expressing their incomprehension of the situation. Many even began asking Hachiman Hikigaya if he had received any news.

The boy with the dead fish eyes kept explaining that he had no tools for communication, but he could no longer suppress everyone's resentment.

As explorers who had faced monsters for years, they had never suffered such a loss. The anger at being betrayed by their own people far outweighed the anger at being unable to defeat the monsters and dying. After all, the latter was due to their own inferior skills, while the former was a shameful betrayal.

However, at this moment, some people with keen senses noticed the commotion in the distance.

Several kilometers away, near the cluster of buildings, the sounds of fierce fighting could be heard intermittently, only to quickly subside. They began to quiet down; the howls and various noises carried on the wind made them realize that those were powerful monsters, numerous in number, yet they had been dealt with in a very short time.

This team is very strong.

Everyone came to the same conclusion.

When that team appeared, they all widened their eyes.

The young men and women leading the way still carried an unquenchable aura of killing intent, so sharp it hurt the eyes. The weapons they wielded, each with its own unique shape yet brimming with spiritual light, made it clear to everyone that they were all Awakened Ones.

The powerful explorer they were familiar with, Tsukamoto Yakumo, was merely present in the team, without any sense of leading the group.

Behind them, there was even a young girl, making one wonder how unhurried they had been on their way.

Even more astonishingly, the British Knight of the Round Table [Bedewell] who had attacked them before was now diligently pulling the chariot, which also carried two other Knights of the Round Table whose fates were unknown.

"—"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as they exchanged bewildered glances: Did you not only beat them to the ground, but also turn them into laborers?

Amidst a sea of ​​awe, Fujimaru Ritsuka sheathed Twilight Muramasa and lazily waved a greeting: "Oh, so many people are still waiting for us. You're too kind."

125. Great Britain's biggest worry is not outside.

Everyone looked up at the approaching Chaldea group with almost reverence. Having spent years with the Awakened Ones, they had clearly understood their trump card: their invincible Noble Phantasms.

When the two Knights of the Round Table raided the group last time, if they had fought back using normal methods, a team of twenty or thirty people should have been able to take them down if they had fought desperately. However, even though the two opponents were holding back, they did not force them to use their Noble Phantasms. It wasn't that they were afraid of death, but rather that they did not want to waste their lives without any certainty of victory.

They had hoped that the Knights of the Round Table would launch a surprise attack and deplete their trump card before their own side could have a chance to completely defeat the enemy. However, the Knights of the Round Table were wiped out by this group of young boys instead.

How powerful! It's truly awe-inspiring.

The seasoned veterans present silently labeled the Chaldea group as "big shots" and decided to curry favor with them.

They all struggled to their feet, some placing their hands on their chests, others raising their palms to their foreheads, and saluting the powerful figures. Some of the more impatient among them even tried to curry favor with Fujimaru Ritsuka and his companions: "Sir, how can we possibly help you? If it's to witness a complaint against the British authorities, I would be happy to testify for you."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked over and saw their expressions were filled with indignation. Hachiman Hikigaya quietly spoke a few words to him; most of them had friends who had been injured in Gawain and Lancelot's attack. Although these people were trying to preserve their strength and avoid a futile effort, as people who volunteered to come to the front lines to resist the monster tide of Albion's Tomb, they either had relatives or friends in London, or were motivated by moral considerations; very few of them were truly despicable.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, with her sharp ears, also overheard them discussing the truth of the matter:

"If you ask me, it must be that the British authorities did something stupid and that cultists infiltrated them."

"Speaking of cultists, don't those two guys pulling the cart look a lot like cultists?"

"To be honest, it's true. They were so arrogant when they were in power, relying on their good looks to flirt with women all day long. Damn it, I've disliked those two for a long time."

"But isn't Violet Bedivere just like her?"

"I don't think so. I've worked with that girl before on missions. She's a rigid soldier. Maybe it's an order from above. You see, she did a few raids before, but she only managed to hold off a few Shinsengumi members like Hachiman Hikigaya. She didn't cause any casualties to us."

"Seriously? If it weren't for the Shinsengumi, who always have someone to deal with her, we would have had some of us seriously injured long ago. Even so, aren't we always stretched thin every time she appears? You're just blinded by your own appearance!"

"What did you say? The materials I received after fighting were all fair, unlike those officials who bully others by abusing their power. Can't I even speak up for a good person?"

Subtly, as the crowd chatted, a bunch of personal opinions crept in, and if they weren't all in a weakened state, they might have started a chaotic brawl.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave Violet a wink: "I didn't expect you to be so popular."

Violet answered his teasing in a serious tone: "I was just following orders and being fair and impartial when distributing spoils after battle, nothing more."

Suddenly, the two who were still arguing turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka in unison: "Mr. Fujimaru, please tell us the truth of the matter."

Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed the pairs of eyes looking at her and then realized something – these old hands, rather than debating the crimes of the Knights of the Round Table, whether they defended or criticized them with dubious reasons, were actually trying to find out the truth.

What is most important in the 21st century?

Talent?

It is information.

If they cannot obtain more comprehensive information and understand the truth of the matter, they will be unable to take appropriate actions, which may easily bring trouble to themselves or their organizations.

However, these little thoughts are only human nature, and Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't care much about them; he chose to be open and honest.

He patted Violet's shoulder armor with a smile, making a loud thud: "Actually, everyone can see that Ms. Violet is not subject to any restrictions, so you should understand that she herself is fine."

The others remained silent, showing no reaction to the expected news.

"However, the reason she attacked everyone before was simply because she was under control."

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, as it seemed their previous defense of Violet wasn't entirely an act, but many more perked up their ears, wanting to know what was controlling Violet.

"As for those two Knights of the Round Table, they are actually dead." Fujimaru Ritsuka added, looking at their horrified expressions, "What you fought was actually the consciousness from the source of their power. They are two resurrected dead men."

A chill ran down from the top of everyone's head, making their scalps tingle, and they had a premonition that they were about to hear something extraordinary.

"That's right, it's a big event indeed. Deep within the Spirit Tomb, there's a massive creature that needs to be awakened faster through the ritual of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. These three are among the sacrifices."

Someone muttered to themselves, "The Four Riders of Apocalypse, there seem to be only three here... Hiss!" Hearing this, many more people gradually realized what was happening, their faces turning pale.

Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fist in delight and pointed at the person who had just spoken: "Ta-da! You got it right. If I'm not mistaken, that Galahad Knight up there is very suspicious."

The people's eyes began to wander, and someone asked with a dry laugh, "Um, Mr. Fujimaru, this should just be a guess, right?"

"Hmm? It is indeed a guess."

They all breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, being able to track down the movements of the three Knights of the Round Table and then assassinate them must mean he's an official mole. And Galahad also fits the criteria for being a [knight], so it seems like everything is in place."

The crowd started to get a bit noisy; Fujimaru Ritsuka was finally realizing Galahad's influence.

Judging from their hushed discussion, this awakened one, Lijiang Galahad, can be considered a rare breath of fresh air in Britain today.

As a nation that suddenly acquired the Albion Tomb, Britain's methods for rebuilding its former glory were indeed not very appealing, and many of those present had suffered losses at the hands of the government.

Therefore, as one of the official representatives, Violet's fair distribution alone was enough to leave a good impression on many people.

Lijiang Galahad, on the other hand, took it to an even higher level.

By mediating disputes, resolving problems, assigning excellent tasks, and occasionally providing financial assistance to struggling superhumans, Lijiang Galahad left an excellent impression on the superhuman community. Although his words could be quite harsh at times, everyone considered him a kind-hearted person with a sharp tongue.

They're still better than those two awakened individuals who inherited the spirit of the Camelot Host Club.

However, for these seasoned individuals, their accumulated reputation may only create a slight bias in their minds. The truth must be determined by the actual circumstances. Examples of them being seduced by power, controlled by the bizarre, and corrupted by cultists are numerous in their past experiences.

Therefore, after a brief discussion, everyone set a course and decided to follow Fujimaru Ritsuka's lead and launch an attack on Britain using the actions of the Knights of the Round Table, and to disclose the information they had gathered in its entirety.

After a brief reorganization, the group of people began to pass through the entrance, preparing to enter the suburbs of London.

They were also somewhat impatient, eager to return to the ground as soon as possible and notify their respective organizations to conduct an investigation with the help of various other organizations. After all, the incident involving the Four Riders of Apocalypse, as described by Fujimaru Ritsuka, did not sound like a minor matter. If the incident were true, the resulting disaster would not necessarily be limited to the British Isles.

After crossing the entrance, a feeling of weightlessness followed, a dizzying aftereffect of spatial teleportation, making Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others feel a little dizzy.

"Ugh, this feeling...it's really awful." Fujimaru Ritsuka wasn't referring to the feeling of being teleported, but rather to the crowd around her.

Swish.

The soldiers guarding the vicinity raised their guns and pointed them at them, showing no sign of letting their guard down.

Fujimaru Ritsuka even saw red dots on everyone's body, and tanks a little further away were pointing their cannons in this direction.

Everyone slowly raised their hands to indicate that they meant no harm.

In theory, even if the group that came out of Albion's Tomb were covered by the current artillery barrage, many of them would have escaped by risking injury, but there is no need for that.

The reason the guards reacted so strongly was because there were so many people coming up that they began to suspect there was something wrong.

All the superhumans naturally understood their concerns, though they were somewhat annoyed—they were fighting to the death down below, and now they had to have their own people pointing guns at them.

Before long, a major with stars on his epaulets stepped forward and called out from afar, "What's the situation down below? Why did you all come up here?"

One of the men, who had dealt with him before, spoke up: "Is this Major Ryan? The monsters' attack below has temporarily subsided. But everyone is seriously injured and needs to rest, and we have important intelligence to pass on to the temporary control committee. Speaking of which, shouldn't our brothers who came up earlier have told you about this information?"

Major Ryan did not order the troops to lower their guard, but replied sternly, "Your comrade is receiving treatment from the medic and is not in any life-threatening condition. Is the information about the Knights of the Round Table accurate?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave him a careful look and whispered to Hachiman Hikigaya beside her, "Is this person a member of the British military or...?"

"No, the British military has been completely disbanded, and the joint peacekeeping force is now in charge. He is an officer from the German side."

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately felt a huge weight lifted from her shoulders. If the opposing officers were British, they would have had to find a way to conceal the presence of the Knights of the Round Table within their ranks, stalling for a minute or two to establish contact with the outside world and prevent the Knights of the Round Table from covering up the incident. But Germany...

As is well known, both Germany and France have long harbored considerable resentment towards Britain, the troublemaker in Europe.

The reason why Britain was in such a hurry to leave the EU was partly because it brought this upon itself, and partly because France and Germany had firmly seized control of the EU.

It's important to understand that after World War II, when the United States lacked the awareness to control Europe and was still hesitant to act as the world's policeman, it hoped that Britain would form the European Union to counter Russia. However, Britain still harbored a spirit of glorious isolation, and by the time France, Germany, and other countries spearheaded the formation of a community based on resource sharing such as coal, Britain had little say in joining.

Oh, right, it's only 2017 now, not back then, but now they're clamoring to break away. And judging from Fujimaru Ritsuka's observations of the news, Britain's actions recently were even more aggressive than in the original timeline, it seems they're getting cocky because they have the Spirit Tomb Albion in their possession.

The fact that the Europeans' compatriots are now watching coldly, or even actively participating, is probably partly due to the trouble Britain has caused. Even if they support Britain, the three legendary gods of Earth, with their legitimate cause, won't let this golden opportunity pass them by.

Having figured out the intricacies of the situation, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't hold back and took the initiative: "Major Ryan, the matter concerning the Knights of the Round Table is indeed true. Moreover, it involves serious issues that endanger society and the country. I suspect that the person in charge in Britain has committed crimes against humanity, so we need to contact the Provisional Control Committee as soon as possible."

The usually stern Major Ryan broke into a wide grin, his square face scrunching into a bright, blooming chrysanthemum. He immediately realized his lapse and coughed hastily to cover it up: "I see. We'll escort you to Buckingham immediately..."

"Major. Regarding this matter, I suggest we discuss it directly at the Control Committee's headquarters." Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted him, full of confidence. "In order to avoid wrongly accusing Britain and shifting unnecessary blame onto them, I suggest that the relevant organizations and officials conduct a detailed investigation into this incident together."

Major Ryan and others looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with strange eyes: Good grief, you just said that he made a big mistake, and now you're acting all fair and just?

However, Major Ryan immediately understood what Fujimaru Ritsuka meant. As a soldier who didn't know much about politics, he had just subconsciously respected British sovereignty and, well, just incidentally, had Fujimaru Ritsuka, the whistleblower, speak up to avoid the decision to go to Buckingham Palace.

With an expression of admiration, Major Ryan felt a genuine sense of kinship: "That's right, the Provisional Control Committee has jurisdiction over the events that occurred at Albion, the Tomb of the Spirits. Let's head over there now."

In the midst of their conversation, they quietly transferred the management authority over this incident to the interim control committee.

Violet was still nodding earnestly, indicating that there seemed to be nothing wrong with it, which made those secretly watching her roll their eyes: Silly girl, you've been sold out and you still think it makes sense, huh? Sigh, hopeless.