Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Hohenheim was not entirely ignorant about the World Domination tactics [Heroic Spirit Summoning], so when Beki Deishu heard this, he could only break out in a cold sweat. Even the RV that was driving smoothly began to accelerate and decelerate unnaturally. Although such a thing only has a one in a billion chance of happening, in the occult, those in high positions can naturally and arbitrarily acquire such privileges.

Barely managing to regain control of the accelerator, Kaiki Deishuu glanced at the harmless-looking guy beside him: Chaldea Master, well done.

Squeak!

With a screeching of brakes, Bei Mu Nishu lit a cigarette with a melancholy expression: "We're here. Take the boxes from under your chairs first."

Fujimaru Ritsuka reached into a black box, opened it casually, and inside was a beautifully crafted metal mask. Its surface was smooth, entirely black, with a matte finish and no visible details, except for two holes to reveal the eyes. Beside it lay a folded black trench coat uniform.

"This kit is dustproof, waterproof, and has a night camouflage function. It was made by me and the other witch together for the members of this mission. You should all wear it to cover yourselves up a bit."

Fujimaru Ritsuka got out of the car, changed into her mask and trench coat, and then said in a gruff voice, "Concealment? This outfit is more of a symbol of punishment. We should come up with a name, how about the Anti-Corruption and Internal Affairs Department?"

Yukino Yukinoshita, who had also changed her clothes, rolled her eyes: "Are you sure this name won't make them suspect that the Russians have invaded?"

“Gestapo? No, that’s a name for a bunch of rotten people.” Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly had an idea. “Mr. Kaiki, could we call ourselves the Peacekeeping Joint Garrison Environmental Protection Agency?”

"Just keep the last three characters." Bei Mu Ni Zhou flicked his cigarette ash and casually sent the name to the other teams via message.

"Alright!" Fujimaru Ritsuka led a group of people, walking confidently and proudly toward the luxurious residence ahead.

“It’s the one next door. This is just corruption and bribery; it has nothing to do with us.” Bei Muni Zhou’s birth stopped them from moving forward.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group immediately made a sharp turn and headed towards their destination—they almost made a fool of themselves in Britain.

Ding ding!

They simply knocked on the large iron gate, which elicited a chorus of barking dogs, and then, without waiting for anyone to come out, they broke down the door and entered.

"Sir Foley, you are under arrest for allegedly producing hazardous waste (cult rituals), purchasing polluting services (Slave Island and Bloody Livestream), and participating in the production of heavy metal emissions (inhumane experiments)!"

"Who are you people? What ridiculous crimes are these?!"

The Awakened Ones, seasoned by numerous battles, easily suppressed the slight resistance within the mansion.

"Is it MI6? No, it doesn't seem like it, but we have to run first." Sir Frederick, the former Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State for Defence, had already changed his expression and was preparing to rush out the door.

It must be said that, as an old man over 60 years old, he was incredibly fast, but still no match for Chaldea's number one speedster, Yukino. In a flash, Yukino was already in front of him.

"Damn freak!" Sir Foley, seeing the long steel feet beneath the masked mystery man's trench coat, knew something was terribly wrong. His face flushed, his stomach swelled unnaturally like that of a woman in her tenth month of pregnancy, and then, with a gurgling sound, he spat out a mouthful of scarlet liquid with a putrid smell.

A look of disgust appeared beneath Yukino's mask. She swiftly flipped backward, but made no attempt to avoid the wide-ranging pus.

Sir Frederick was overjoyed—this seemingly disgusting pus actually possessed immense power. In his past experiments, it had once completely corroded a female slave bound to a tank, along with the tank, leaving only her skeleton.

Once I take care of this guy in front, the back door is only two steps away. If I can escape to the backyard, the layout there will allow him to escape.

Boom!

In his dazed gaze, the chandelier and ceiling collapsed with a crash, completely blocking the pus attack he had placed his hopes on.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was already standing beside him, patting his shoulder and letting out a sinister laugh like the howling of an owl: "Hehehe, not bad~ This looks pretty close to the Seven Deadly Sins' route. Someone, collect the evidence this old man has provided, so we can present it to him."

"However, since the suspect has already started to resist, can we stage a scene where he accidentally hurt someone when he couldn't stop?"

Upon hearing Fujimaru Ritsuka's words, everyone suddenly realized what was going on, abandoned the passersby lying on the ground groaning in pain, and surrounded them with ill intent.

Sir John Frye took a deep breath, and with the composure and elegance of a neighboring friendly nation, raised his hands high: "I surrender, I will be a witness for the prosecution."

Fujimaru Ritsuka whistled smugly, took out the black pouch she had gotten from Kasumigaoka Utaha, and put it directly over his head: "Hey, little brother."

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Buckingham Palace, nearing midnight, was brightly lit, and the current Prime Minister was throwing a tantrum: "...What is going on? How dare they? Huh? Openly exercising arrest powers in another country. And these are all our politicians."

The British civil service leader, the Permanent Secretary, swallowed hard. He didn't want to speak while the Prime Minister was in a bad mood, but the Secretary of Defense and other cabinet members remained silent, only turning their gazes to him.

The Prime Minister heard no one's reply and, following everyone's gaze, angrily stared at the Permanent Secretary.

"To put it simply, Prime Minister. We had these informal discussions, exchanging views fully and frankly, and thus put forward a series of recommendations. The thorough investigation proved that there were several promising research options. In implementing these guidelines, we realized that, in certain circumstances, some alternative actions could be carefully modified to re-evaluate the original issues of disagreement and point out a way to promote compromise and cooperation. Under favorable conditions where both sides made appropriate concessions and compromises, a mutually satisfactory agreement was finally reached."

"Excuse me? What are you talking about?" The Prime Minister rubbed his eyes.

"Simply put, we reached a deal with them regarding defense and security, as well as the Brexit process." The Permanent Secretary was prepared, pulling out an agreement and pointing to one of the clauses. "Moreover, it was signed and agreed upon by everyone at the time."

The second half of the sentence swallowed back what the Prime Minister wanted to yell about.

She clearly understood that "[everyone]" actually referred to herself as the Prime Minister.

She examined it carefully several times, her eyebrows furrowing: "So this is a crime related to supernatural powers, the suspect holds no public office, we haven't been involved at all, and the action has already threatened Albion of the Spirit Tomb?"

The cabinet members nodded in unison.

She slammed her fist on the table in a rage, her voice trembling with anger: "I've told you all before, why don't you consider reorganizing MI6 (Military Intelligence Agency) and bringing in a larger number of superhuman forces?"

“Prime Minister, there are technical, administrative, and legal considerations in this regard…” The Permanent Secretary, seeing that she was about to start her tirade, immediately abandoned the other cumbersome jargon and spoke quickly, “Moreover, the reorganization memorandum was given to you when you took office and was on your files, but you never gave it any approval, so we thought you had postponed it and shifted your focus to Brexit and refugee management.”

"How come I didn't see it?!"

The Permanent Secretary silently pointed to the box containing the documents. The Secretary-General's Deputy Secretary rummaged through the bottom box, took out a memorandum, handed it to the Prime Minister, and then sat back down.

A bunch of slippery, cunning foxes!

The Prime Minister simply glanced at it, found that the memorandum was indeed real, and could only helplessly toss it aside.

Ding-a-ling~~

The phone rang in the conference room, and a staff member indicated that the Prime Minister's contact information was the Queen's, so she had no choice but to answer the call.

After a long silence, the Prime Minister only gave vague replies and responses before hanging up the phone.

She rubbed her forehead with her hand, half-groaning as she said, "Her Majesty the Queen said that the operation here has apprehended the people who targeted Prince Philip and several other current high-ranking officials. The curse will be lifted soon. And... the interim control committee promised to let us participate in the trial, which is a concession on our part."

"So, this is the only way, is it?" The Defense Minister sighed.

"Yes, that's the only way. And I have something to say to everyone here." The female prime minister looked around at the serious faces with their eyes downcast and said with a sneer, "This involves a more serious national security incident, and we need to get more involved. So if any of you are involved, you'd better think of a way out soon."

The female prime minister stopped talking and walked briskly out the door. Just before leaving, she glanced back casually and said, "Oh, and also, have MI6 keep watch around Galahad."

Those who remained looked at each other in bewilderment, their expressions changing drastically.

128. Almost Lifted Shikodi's Skirt (Chapter 2 of Yesterday's 4k)

"You will return like lightning~ The whole country will feast~" Lijiang Galahad enthusiastically echoed the music of my great Rome, squinting as he gazed at the farce in London, occasionally bursting into laughter at a few loud "Sukabri".

At that moment, the door to his office opened wide. Li Jiang turned his head and glanced at it, giving a nonchalant "oh" without paying any further attention.

He recognized the people who were coming in; they were MI6 agents who were reasonably sensible.

The blond man at the head of the group gave a stiff salute: "Sir, MI6 believes that your safety is related to Britain's reputation, so they sent us to protect you."

"Hmph! As the only remaining Awakened in Britain, possessing the power of Galahad, do I need you rookies to protect me?"

His sharp words caused the agents behind him to unconsciously touch their waists, but the leader immediately stopped them with a gesture: "What are you doing? You're here to protect Sir Galahad, why are you making such a fuss? I'm sorry, Mr. Galahad, they are all new recruits and have no experience directly facing Awakened Ones."

Lijiang Galahad walked up to the leading man, looking down at him until he broke out in a cold sweat. Only then did he let him go: "Not bad, you have quite a bit of willpower. By the way, you did listen to my advice, didn't you? Otherwise, your boss would be here now."

He whispered the last two sentences into the blond man's ear, and the agents behind him fell silent, pretending not to know anything.

There's a saying that goes something like this: it's better to know some things than not to know them. So we pretend not to know what we do know, so that those who don't know will know that we don't know.

Lijiang turned around and continued to listen with great interest to the classical music playing on the vinyl record, while enthusiastically enjoying the lively scene in London.

As he softly agreed, the Joker [Jealousy] was biting his thumb, watching as masked figures in black trench coats stormed into various mansions, dragging their occupants out one by one. Occasionally, someone would resist, eliciting delighted cries from the masked figures.

[Jealousy]'s eyes were filled with resentment: "Ah... Galahad, good heavens. Did he let the Knights of the Round Table be used by us before just to extricate himself and drag us into this mess? No, this guy's delaying tactics are too clumsy. Is he really that confident?"

He glanced deeply at the bustling scene on the street and snorted, "What a pity. If we wait any longer, until that king below starts causing trouble, these good-for-nothings will be able to mobilize and sacrifice all the refugees. Oh well, let's prepare and use those six guys to hold the line for now. Hmph... The Crimson King will eventually descend, and that's not something you can stop, hahaha."

Under the moonlight, the clown's eerie laughter attracted the attention of many, but when they looked closely, the place was already deserted.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up and saw only the huge moon moving across the sky, with only the Tower of London turning lonely under the full moon.

"What's wrong, Fujimaru?" Yukino asked him with concern.

"It's nothing... By the way, it's almost the middle of the month, and the moon looks rounder and rounder," Fujimaru Ritsuka said abruptly.

Yukino misunderstood him: "Yes, under such a beautiful and bright moon, there are still so many people who commit heinous crimes. Are humans really a race that can't learn from their mistakes?"

stare.

Everyone turned to look at Yukino, making her extremely uncomfortable: "W-what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Don't you feel awkward saying that?" they asked in unison.

"Foolish, stupid idiots! Can't you even appreciate a little bit of poetry and beauty?" Yukino Yukinoshita exclaimed in exasperation.

"Ahem, don't be so harsh on Yukino. You have to understand, this girl has the qualities of a moon goddess. It's understandable that she's become a bit of a chuunibyou after being infected by the goddess of love." Fujimaru Ritsuka added without hesitation.

"Fuji! Maru! Lit! Xiang!"

A group of people started fooling around, and even Beymu Niju, who was tying Sir Frederick up and putting him in the car, couldn't help but sigh, "This is youth..."

"But come to think of it, stop joking around, this is only the first one. Hurry up, there's another one coming. Do you think we brought this RV here? It's just to carry more [guests]."

"Oh!" X6

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up at the moon one last time, then smiled and got into the passenger seat.

No one knows that some special, fleeting inspirations can just vanish without a trace, and there's nothing that can be changed.

The night continues.

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"Hey, listen to me! It's said that Prince Philip was cursed because some politician who joined a cult was resentful that he stole someone's sweetheart when he was young, and also because he had feelings for the Queen, so he did it!" Yui Yuigahama jumped around excitedly in the suite's living room, only to be met with a few sleep-deprived yawns.

"Hey Yuihama, don't believe everything you hear. There's all sorts of gossip going around here. Do you even know what's going on?" Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted Yuihama's antics, listlessly indicating that she just wanted to lie on the sofa for a while.

Yui Yuigahama pouted: "You're making it sound like people are just idle gossiping. But I've heard some things, you know. I got a lot of information out of those bastards. Many of the people who were kidnapped and illegally detained have been rescued."

Her words were a comfort to everyone who had been busy until 5 a.m. last night, but Fujimaru Ritsuka did not comment further.

The information the girl gathered was definitely a more benign version. You have to understand, just the information Fujimaru Ritsuka saw in the incomplete file revealed countless people who had been poisoned. It's not something that can be simply dismissed with a few words from a young girl.

However, life will always find a way out, and Fujimaru Ritsuka can only wish those strangers who were lucky enough to escape this ordeal a brighter future.

"Speaking of which, how's the information we brought up about the Apocalypse Knights going?" Fujimaru Ritsuka remembered the important matter and forced herself to ask, but only received a series of stammering sounds in response.

"Let me answer this question." Kaiki Nissho, with deep dark circles under his eyes, appeared at the doorway at just the right moment.

The timing was so perfect that Fujimaru Ritsuka suspected that this guy had been secretly eavesdropping at the door for quite some time.

Staring at Fujimaru Ritsuka's amused gaze, Kaiki Deishuu remained unmoved as he continued recounting the progress: "In short, Violet will be under your temporary care, while the interrogations of the other two Knights of the Round Table are ongoing. But the key point is the current situation in Britain."

"Out of respect for British sovereignty, we still need to involve them in the interrogation. At the same time, we also need to cooperate with the British authorities to arrest and pursue some current public officials who have been identified, so it may take a few more days."