Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Fujimaru Ritsuka patted her forehead and sighed deeply: "Playing the democracy game when things are at their most critical, and then resorting to dictatorship when death is imminent. It seems that Britain will continue to harbor illusions until it suffers a painful blow. How long will that take? And what about Galahad?"

"...I tried my best to persuade them. We still have at least one more day before we can organize a team to explore the next level. Quite a few people are willing to do this. After all, superhumans have faced many major events, so they are at least aware of the potential dangers. However, they are still limited by their ability to work with Britain. As for Galahad, he is under house arrest. He should be fine."

"You're harboring some illusions, aren't you? But it's alright..." Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at the calendar. It was June 8th, 20 days before the date Senko and Muramasa had mentioned. If they extended the timeframe, starting the exploration 10 days in advance shouldn't be a problem.

Having carefully considered the timing, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't relax. He continued to pressure Kaiki Deishuu: "You know, the guy down there, if he comes out, it won't be a small matter."

Bei Mudshou tugged uncomfortably at his tie, feeling a little breathless: "Ah, of course. Most veteran superhumans who frequently explore the Demon Cave understand how much stronger the monsters and demons that emerge after absorbing the power of the Demon Cave are compared to those that remain inside."

"If nothing unexpected happens, there shouldn't be any major problems."

After saying this, he turned and walked back without looking back, as if he had only been conveying the spirit of the meeting.

Fujimaru Ritsuka subconsciously caught a word and immediately snapped out of her daze: "Wait!"

Bei Mu Ni Zhou immediately changed from walking briskly to running, and even crushed a gem to enhance his magic.

However, it was still too late. Even with all the buffs, the weak mage couldn't escape the pursuit of the physical attackers. He was stopped in just a few steps and quickly surrounded.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gritted her teeth and asked with ill intent, "Kaiki Deishuu, what are you running for?"

"I've been quite busy with official duties lately, and I need to rush back to process the case files."

"No rush, Beimu, please sit down. Lord Beimu, let's sit down and have a chat. There are some things you shouldn't keep to yourself. Speak your mind openly, for the affairs of the nation depend on you and me."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was practically ready to burst into song with her clappers, but she managed to drag Kaiki Deishuu back inside using only her arm strength, leaving only two deep marks outside the door.

He sat down facing Bei Mu Nishu before speaking with a cold laugh: "I say, you're not being very fair, are you? Did you figure something out and plan to make us take the fall?"

"No, no, how could I answer that?" Bei Mu Nishu pointed to his dark circles with a sincere expression, indicating that he was so engrossed in grading case files that he had no time to fool the young man.

Fujimaru Ritsuka took the old man's words as mere anger and let it pass with a "poof," but then, with a trembling leg, she acted all high and mighty: "Tell me, what kind of accident happened?"

"It's just a feeling, I'm just going by feeling. There's no evidence. After all, you know, we magicians are creatures of mixed emotions and reason, and sometimes we're still fascinated by our feelings and intuition." Kaiki Deishuu said meekly, glancing at Fujimaru Ritsuka out of the corner of his eye, and knowing that he wouldn't be able to leave without some juicy information, he sighed and continued.

He first pointed to Violet, who was staring blankly at the book: "You know this girl, right?"

“Yes, I know them. They are the awakened ones in Bedivere, people who didn’t die completely but came back to life. They include Galahad, whom I’ve never met before. They should be related to the magic circle of the Four Riders of the Apocalypse.”

"The magic circle you see... isn't it like a scroll covered with seven marks, surrounded by the emblem of four riders?"

"Hmm, and then?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little impatient with Kaiki Deishuu's cryptic question, but she still managed to keep her composure and speak.

Beimu Nishu sighed and recited a passage of scripture:

“1 I saw him sitting on the throne, holding a scroll in his right hand, which was covered with writing on both sides and sealed with seven seals.”

2 Then I saw a mighty angel who proclaimed in a loud voice, “Who is worthy to open the scroll and break its seals?”

3 There is no scroll in heaven, on earth, or under the earth that can be opened and read.

4. Because no one was worthy to open and look at the book, I cried bitterly.

5 One of the elders said to me, “Do not weep! Behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed. He is able to open the scroll and break its seven seals.”

6 Then I saw a lamb standing between the throne and the four living creatures and among all the elders, as if it had been slain. And it had seven horns and seven eyes, the seven spirits of God, which have been sent out into the whole earth.

7 The lamb went over and took the scroll from the right hand of the one who sat on the throne.

“Next, the seven seals on the scroll will be revealed, the four riders of the Apocalypse will awaken, and the seven-headed, ten-horned beast will begin to roam freely.” Bei Mu Nishu added, raising an eyebrow. “This is probably why people don’t pay much attention to Galahad. It’s not just about political considerations; in reality, we can only suspect that he lent his power to help construct the magic circle. The key is to prevent the seals from being revealed.”

In a way completely out of character, Kaiki Deishu enthusiastically encouraged Fujimaru Ritsuka: "I can only rely on you! Without you, I don't know how to... cough cough, how to find a reliable person."

Fujimaru Ritsuka fell silent. He felt something was off. The name Ritsu was too familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

He took a deep breath and firmly grasped the scoundrel who wanted him to take the blame: "Your position on the committee is pretty good, isn't it?"

"Hmm...it's alright."

"What do you mean by 'okay'?"

"One of the thirteen temporary executive committee members under the committee's director?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka gasped, her voice filled with relief: "Then I have a favor to ask of you, whether it's during interrogation or by having someone else investigate. I need to obtain all the information about Ritsuya Galahad."

Bei Mudshou stroked his stubble-covered chin: "You know, even with Galahad, who is currently a suspect, it would take me a lot of favors and effort to investigate..."

I will make it up to you!

"Not this one, are you sure?"

"The key wasn't found, but I think it's on Galahad."

Bei Mudshou nodded and stood up: "Alright, I'll accompany you this once. Hehe, I never thought I'd have to expose a paladin like Galahad. Let's do it then."

Fujimaru Ritsuka, with a heroic determination, said, "Then I'll leave it to you. The sooner the better, it's a big deal."

"Yes, I will. Good luck on your end too!"

"Yes, I will take a good rest and analyze the information when I get it."

"Alright!" Bei Mu Ni Zhou walked out the door with a flourish, only to realize what he meant: it's just about getting a good night's sleep, isn't it?

pong

The gate was closed, as if afraid that Bei Mu Ni Zhou would come back to pull the laborers.

"Ya le ya le daze".

129. The Ageless Witch Makes Her Appearance (6K)

"Huh? You still have time to play house with kids? Kaimoku Nishu, I didn't expect you to be such a naughty child."

Bei Mudshou turned his head and looked over. At the corner of the corridor outside the room, a woman was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed, looking at him.

She had one leg on the ground and the other propped against the wall, showcasing her enviable nine-headed figure, comparable to a model. The bright red scarf around her neck accentuated her graceful appearance. The large pendant earrings she wore had a retro feel reminiscent of the last century.

A mature woman like this, with a half-smile, a mix of anger and joy, strikes up a conversation with a man. I doubt many men could resist her charm and the urge to become her support.

But Bei Mudshou, who knew her inside and out, wouldn't fall for her so easily. He sighed and spoke respectfully, like a junior addressing an elder: "Respected Senior Lisa Lisa, these little ones aren't as useless as you think. Didn't you experience their liveliness firsthand?"

"Call me lady." Lisa lit a cigarette, held it to her fiery red lips, and elegantly inhaled a smoke ring. "Don't make me sound old, boy."

"She's already 1 [beep] years old, how can she still care about these things!" Bei Mu Nishu thought to himself, which earned him a half-smile from the other side.

"Hey Beimu, stop believing all that stuff drawn by those unreliable manga artists! How could I possibly be X hundred years old? You have to believe in science." Lisa Lisa was seething with anger, starting to regret taking that guy named Araki as her disciple.

Have you ever seen an unfilial disciple who, after hearing about his master's family secrets, turned those secrets into artwork and published it?

Araki's appearance, still resembling a young man in his sixties, was so convincing that people who knew him well would make meaningful jokes about him being an old man, and many even came to him specifically to ask for the Ripple Breathing Technique.

I'm still OO months away from reaching 100!

"In short, there's no Ripple combo, no vampire stuff or anything like that, understand?"

"I understand, I understand everything." Bei Mu Nishu nodded hurriedly, making no mention of the scene when he saw her use the Karkyu defeat fist when they fought side by side before.

It's all Fujimaru Ritsuka's fault. She started by saying, "I have a guess, but it might not be right." And when it actually sounded like there was some truth to it, I inadvertently gave myself away in front of the older sister.

Lisa didn't dwell on the man's slip of the tongue, but instead asked a rather interesting question: "So? That kid still thinks Galahad is suspicious, right?"

“Of course, don’t you think so?” Bei Mu Nishu retorted.

“Of course not. Galahad’s character is evident to all. His soul is easily seen by great magicians like you and me. It is holy and without desire, enough to be considered as being favored by God…” Lisa Lisa suddenly laughed, “I wouldn’t say that. It’s never uncommon for good people to do bad things.”

"Besides, you'd probably hate a soul that's appreciated by the gods, wouldn't you?" Kaiki Deishuu pointed out the biggest thorn in the heart of Lisa Lisa, no, Medea's awakened one.

"Ah, of course. But it's a pity that if I weren't so young, hmph, and physically weak, and didn't have enough magic power, I would have loved to cast two [All-Knowing Talisman Breaking the Rules] spells on those two Knights of the Round Table."

"It's just a stage of restoring magic, resetting the original state. But after they came out of the Demon Cave, their role as anchor points has become negligible. You've only gotten two corpses by using them, which won't affect the overall situation."

Lisa exhaled a smoke ring, feeling quite annoyed.

Just as Beki Mudsho said, the two Knights of the Round Table are now nothing more than living dead driven by the spirit origins of the possessed beings. What drives their half-dead bodies actually originates from the foreign source rooted in their spirit origins. Removing it would only result in two corpses.

So here's the question: after using it, can simply handing it over to two British corpses and saying "I'm sorry" solve the problem?

Even after the two are expelled, the magic circle will still function. It's better to preserve the magic power and use it in the magic circle of the demon cave as needed.

“Well then, I’ll take my leave. I need to go and give instructions on interrogating those arrested. Ah, to have prisoners speak ill of the last remaining Knights of the Round Table in front of the British agents is a nightmare.” Bei Mu Nishu waved his hand and strode forward, his expression still gloomy, showing no sign of distress.

"Tch, men all love to show off. Hopefully, that boy's premonition is right, or we'll end up putting in a lot of effort for nothing." Lisa swayed her elegant body and walked in another direction. She was also very busy, preparing her life-saving items for entering the demon's lair. Her intuition told her that if she didn't prepare with all her might, it would be a one-way trip.

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At 5 p.m. on June 8, Fujimaru Ritsuka woke up in bed rubbing his messy hair. He was in a daze for a while before he finally regained his senses.

The days of running around had left him quite exhausted, and dealing with those degenerate guys last night had also shown him many unexpected things.

Even though they had somewhat restrained themselves within the city of London, some people's desires swelled to an uncontrollable degree, leaving behind immoral creations in their homes such as slaves, severed limbs, flesh sacrifices, and unidentified magical creatures.

As the leader of Chaldea, he didn't intend to isolate the girls from these things directly, but out of a bored, male-centric mentality, he still tried his best to handle these dark and decadent matters himself.

Therefore, he felt disgusted.

Therefore, he felt disappointed.

Therefore, he understood the despair of those innocent people.

In his dream, he had thought, "What have I been protecting?" but his boredom vanished in the mixed doubles attack by Master Senji and Dantes.

Eat only what you can handle. As ordinary people who are not omniscient or omnipotent, we can only protect the area that is within our reach.

Therefore, he completely dismissed those questionable thoughts.

Ideas like "returning the world to the chaos of antiquity," "society is nothing more than a primitive ecosystem of the survival of the fittest," and "the strong naturally have the ability to enslave the weak" are so absurd that only those with twisted natures who thrive on chaos would be interested in them.

As a former successor of socialism, even if he has no interest in certain empty slogans, he should at least be able to understand the rules governing the operation of society.

Foolish Social Darwinists - 10000

After Fujimaru Ritsuka finished selecting her options and ending the event chain—no, after completely discarding some of the boring temptations—she got up from her large bed, which was about 3 meters in diameter, and prepared to… wait?

Isn't the pillow on your lap a little too soft?

The soft pillow seemed to awaken as well—no, Abigail, still in her pajamas, pushed the blanket up, revealing her sleepy, adorable round face. She yawned and greeted, "Good morning, Commander!"

"Abbibibibi, what are you doing here?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka almost cried out, but he understood the situation and immediately lowered his voice.

Well, I'm just worried that if Abigail is found out that she's in my bed, it will have a bad influence on the child. It has nothing to do with my own reputation.

"Hehehe, since you all went to sleep after you came back, Abigail was bored, so she came to sleep with the captain." Abigail didn't leave immediately, but instead snuggled against Fujimaru Ritsuka's chest. "Mmm~ It smells like the captain, so nice. What's this scent?"

"No, Abby. Actually, it's just a problem with the shower gel." Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't know how to react; her mind was a mess, and she could only answer subconsciously.