Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"But the captain is really alert, carrying a short sword even while sleeping. Amazing, amazing." Abigail didn't care about Fujimaru Ritsuka's brainless remarks, and just casually chose a topic to praise her captain in order to get a chance to continue replenishing the captain's energy.

But she miscalculated.

"Hiss!" Fujimaru Ritsuka, who possessed the short sword as her companion treasure, immediately put her hands under Abigail's armpits, lifted her up high, and then put her aside. "Abigail, could you go out first or wash up by yourself? The captain needs to change his clothes."

"Hmm. Okay, then Captain, hurry up and change your clothes. Abby's going to brush her teeth first." Abby puffed out her cheeks before reluctantly getting out of bed and going into the bathroom.

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately tugged at her pajamas, adjusted her position, and felt extremely relieved—thankfully, she was staying away from home and had changed into pajamas to sleep. What would she do if she slept naked like she does at home?

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately used her extremely nimble hands to quickly change her clothes, but she didn't notice that the bathroom door was not closed at all.

A little guy, while rinsing his mouth with a "whoosh," peeked through the crack in the door: "Eek! So it's that short knife! That's the stuff from the sex education classes the nuns used to teach! This is the first time I've seen a real one that's not just something I've read about!"

Just after Fujimaru Ritsuka changed her clothes, her little head quickly and discreetly disappeared back into the room.

Fujimaru Ritsuka walked into the bathroom without noticing anything and picked up a toothbrush: "Hey, Abby, why is your face so red?"

Abby shook her little head rapidly, then spat out the mouthwash, her eyes wandering and unfocused: "Haha, maybe the room's air conditioning wasn't cold enough, so I sweated a little."

Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed a few beads of sweat on her forehead and gently wiped them away with a touch of sympathy. "Oh, you silly girl. You insist on sleeping so close together. It's the middle of summer, and the air conditioning isn't turned down. You're bound to feel hot."

Abigail was dizzy from the heat on her hands, so she quickly washed her face with cold water and ran outside shouting, "I know! The leader is long-winded! mean-spirited! freak!"

"What is this child talking about?" Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush, and then began to wash her face.

Then his joyful brushing motion froze, because his keen senses caught a sound from outside:

"Abby, why did you come out of Fujimaru-kun's room? Your face is so red."

At that moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka understood a principle. Sound is not only a carrier of language, but also a vessel for emotions, and at crucial moments it can even materialize, like solid sculptures flying towards them.

Turning his head, he saw the surging killing intent emanating from the girls standing at the door. It was practically solidified into a mist, even stronger than Lancelot's, and the red light in their eyes shone even brighter than Akuma's.

In a flash of inspiration, Fujimaru Ritsuka grasped the essence of his French friend's message, and he decisively raised his hands: "Can I explain?"

Fortunately, trust, conscience, and love still exist in this world.

After raising his hands, he didn't suddenly black out or feel like he was being struck a thousand times in an instant. Instead, he sat perfectly fine in front of the girls, using his silver tongue to explain the misunderstanding.

"...That's how it is. Thank you to the jury for trusting me and not shouting, 'God will forgive you and my mission is to send you to see God,' and then grabbing my Noble Phantasm to give me a few beams of light. So, can we eat now?"

"No way! I'm going to convict you!"

"Eh! How could this happen? Yuihama, who was always so gentle, kind, and had such high emotional intelligence, is the first person to convict me. I'm so heartbroken. I can't believe there's any justice in this world anymore." Fujimaru Ritsuka clutched her heart in anguish and bent over.

Seeing his superb acting skills, the newly joined members Violet and Yakumo Tsukamoto couldn't help but plead for him.

Therefore, in many situations, the lines aren't important when performing live; what matters is the emotional impact and expressiveness. For example, some Duel Kings might not even be fully understood in their everyday speech, but when faced with their passionate delivery, even a casual observer might pull out their Duel Disk and shout "Duel!" And a truly skilled speaker might deliver a completely empty and illogical speech, yet still manage to completely captivate their audience through sheer charisma.

Unfortunately, apart from the new members, the others had already figured out Fujimaru Ritsuka's personality, not to mention that Yui Yuigahama's thought process was a bit peculiar after she angrily handed down her verdict.

With her hands on her hips, she unleashed a torrent of words: "While I was working hard to cook for the team, someone with far superior culinary skills was fast asleep. That's the sin of laziness."

“He is usually very alert, yet he didn’t react when Abigail touched him. This is the sin of arrogance.”

"He changed his clothes immediately but didn't realize that he was being too careful to let the little girl change out of her pajamas. He probably had other ideas in mind. This is the sin of lust."

"Everyone is busy judging your crimes, but you are only thinking about eating. This is the sin of gluttony."

Yui Yuigahama looked down at Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was sitting on the carpet, with an imposing and majestic presence that overshadowed everyone else present. At that moment, she was the brightest star.

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought to himself, "Your nonsense is on par with the Red-Haired Emperor's. Maybe I should introduce you two sometime." However, he certainly couldn't bring himself to say something so reckless at this moment. Moreover, he keenly sensed that things were developing in a childish direction, so he couldn't help but bow his head and plead guilty: "Your Honorable Judge, I accept your verdict wholeheartedly. I wonder what punishment you intend to impose?"

Yui Yuigahama chuckled, hugging her greatest treasure with an arrogant air: "You're punished by having to prepare dessert for all of us. Make it a large portion, and put your heart into it. Otherwise, I'll expose you and ruin your reputation."

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced around suspiciously. Apart from the newcomers, everyone else was tilting their heads to admire the decorations in the suite. Even Abigail, who was about to plead for them, raised her head and whistled silently out of the blue.

These guys! They've probably already figured out a way to blackmail me. Is it really necessary? I've only not cooked for you guys for a few days!

Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up reluctantly, clapping her hands: "Okay, okay, I got it. I'll make it for you in a bit. Do you need it...?"

Yui Yuigahama shook her head sadly: "Fujimaru, you probably don't understand."

“?!” Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head stiffly, thinking, how could I possibly understand your pain?

Yui looked up and sighed, as if resisting the pull of gravity on her tears, and said sadly, "There are enough rooms and good chefs at the base. But the chef on duty these days is American."

Fujimaru Ritsuka understood that no matter how relaxed the area seemed, it was impossible to freely enter and leave this base under these circumstances. Therefore, food ingredients and even prepared dishes made by the chef were provided inside.

"After we finished our business this morning and started resting, we secretly asked the chef to make us desserts to replenish our energy. But do you know what happened to those desserts?" Yui Yuigahama even grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's sleeve in a fit of rage, her eyes brimming with tears. "They were so sweet! I only realized today why everyone says that Americans have a problem with their diet. They really do have a problem."

"No way." Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked, feeling that this was a lie, and then he was stuffed with a donut.

The moment it entered her mouth, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a chill run down her spine. As a self-taught cook, she had never understood what "lethal amount of sweetness" meant, but today she finally understood.

Amidst everyone's sympathetic gazes, he downed two pots of black tea before finally recovering slightly.

"Here, this is one of the desserts delivered today." Yukino smiled as she looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka's troubled expression, as if she were eager to try again.

"Stop! If you have one more, I won't be able to control the sweetness of the desserts for you anymore. That's enough." Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately made a big X with her hands in front of her chest, strongly refusing.

Actually, when they first got off the plane, they casually ate some desserts from roadside stalls, and the sweetness was actually quite good. But for Americans who had experienced the era of European blockade and restrictions on goods, sugar was a rare and precious commodity, so their food culture had completely veered down the strange path of the sweeter the better.

If the Europeans have a similar sugar-loving appetite to the people of southern China or the Japanese, then the American people have double that.

Therefore, Fujimaru Ritsuka was regarded as a savior. After enjoying a happy dinner, he did his best to deliver desserts to the delighted Chaldea members.

In the rare tranquility and joy, even the usually stern-faced Yakumo Tsukamoto and Violet happily ate their parfaits, their faces beaming with delight.

Fujimaru Ritsuka quietly scooped up her egg pudding, eating as she reflected on her recent gains, trying to determine how many cards she could play to counter the undefeated king.

Aside from the harvested territory in Chiba, there are currently virtually no usable materials found in the Spirit Tomb Albion. However, firstly, we gained access to information from the Knights of the Round Table, allowing us to deal with potential troublemakers on the ground in advance; secondly, we acquired two temporary new teammates: Tsukamoto Yakumo possesses powerful physical attack capabilities and decent light-based attacks, while Violet has unparalleled execution skills and the Silver Arm capable of pinpoint damage; and thirdly, we have more time to prepare, and can leverage our influence to give the Invincible King a thorough beating.

Most importantly, through the recent continuous battles, everyone has basically gained control of their power.

For example, Yui Yuigahama couldn't even unleash her Noble Phantasm at the beginning, and Yukino couldn't use her Alter Ego Noble Phantasm, but now almost everyone can fully unleash their Noble Phantasms.

With Abigail now possessing more than a tenth of her original strength, this trip should be a sure thing!

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt as if she had been given a big gulp of milk, and with a start, she put down the spoon and prepared to shake a few more people over.

Knock knock.

There was a knock at the door, followed by a familiar voice: "It's me, Kaiki. Fujimaru, please take the interrogation records."

Everyone tacitly stopped what they were doing and became alert. Fujimaru Ritsuka gave everyone an approving look, then went straight to open the door.

It was indeed Beimu's gloomy face. He smiled and made a welcoming gesture, then watched with a blank expression as a figure passed over Beimu's mud boat.

"Oh my, there are such fragrant desserts! I won't be polite then." The beautiful woman unceremoniously pulled out a chair, grabbed the extra desserts made by Fujimaru Ritsuka, and began to enjoy them with relish.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the plate of sea salt cheese strawberry cake that had been specially saved for her, silently mourned the loss of her beloved food, and asked Kaiki Deishuu in a low, unfriendly tone, "Who was that carefree woman?"

“Medea’s Awakener, just call her Ms. Lisa Lisa.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka snatched the document from her hand, then turned around and rubbed her hands together with a fawning expression: "Oh dear, I was wondering why there were magpies chirping outside the window when I woke up this morning. It turns out Ms. Lisa Lisa is coming. I wonder what you think of this cake? Or do you prefer the strawberry jam crepes?"

"Hmm? That's food that little girls like to eat. Do you still think of me as a child?" Lisa Lisa said, biting on a cake spoon and giving him a flirty wink.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, with a gentlemanly demeanor, as if inheriting the golden spirit passed down through generations, said with utmost respect: "No, I just wanted to give the lady a little surprise."

"Then I'll reminisce about the taste of my youth, hehehe."

Seeing the two chatting and laughing happily, Bei Mu Nishu curled the corners of his mouth: Before coming here, she was all fierce and wanted to give them a hard time. Ha, women.

130, a counterfeit Jesus? (4k long chapter)

Lisa leisurely ate the sea salt cheese strawberry cake on her plate, but her eyes kept drifting towards the kitchen. She smelled the sweet and sour aroma of strawberry jam and the rich fragrance of baking pancakes.

The other girls at the table were whispering among themselves, wondering who the other person was that could make Fujimaru Ritsuka so attached.

Bei Mudshou leisurely pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table, listening to their discussion.

At crucial moments, Kasumigaoka Utaha, with her extensive reading and rich knowledge of ACG works, succinctly revealed the secret: "This looks just like Ms. Lisa Lisa from 'JoJo's Bizarre Adventure'."

She even moved closer excitedly, her eyes sparkling like stars, filled with admiration.

Lisa Lisa tossed her hair triumphantly and raised an eyebrow at Bei Mu Nishu: See? I have fans everywhere.

"Ms. Lisa Lisa, how do you maintain your youthful appearance? You're already 90 years old, but you still look so young."

Bei Mudshou pinched his thigh hard, trying to control himself from laughing out loud.

Lisa Lisa's face froze, and she replied irritably, "Don't believe that Araki guy, he just keeps drawing nonsense. What does he know about JoJo? I'm forever 18!"

However, it was too late. Her clarification only added fuel to the fire, fueling the girls' desire for eternal youth, and they kept chattering around her. But Shiyu's rebuff made them realize the situation, so they kept praising Lisa Lisa's look and outfit.

A common trait among older people is that they enjoy hearing flattery from younger generations. Lisa, feeling quite flattered, couldn't resist sharing her beauty and health secrets with the young girls around her. The conversation only ended when Fujimaru Ritsuka brought out strawberry jam pancakes shaped like Barbatos.

The shape of the flatbread was somewhat indescribable, but Lisa felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity: "This shape... is quite unique. I feel like if I were making flatbread when I was younger, I would definitely have made it like this."

Although they are not the same person, do they share the same hobby? Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but smile knowingly as she recalled the story of the young Medea Servant turning the poor Demon Pillar into pancakes.

He gracefully pushed the dessert towards Lisa Lisa, then sat down and began to read in detail the documents that Beki Mudsho had given him.

The documents were quite thick. Bei Mu Ni Zhou somehow managed to find some laborers to help summarize and organize the confessions into several sheets of paper filled with writing. Behind them were detailed versions of the interrogation confessions with varying handwriting.

Fujimaru Ritsuka started by looking at the summary documents.

Ritsuji Galahad, with a surname and name completely different from those of the British, was strangely neither a Japanese nor of mixed race. His life story is unknown, and many believe that he appeared suddenly, with no trace of his past, as if he sprang from a stone.

However, during the ongoing interrogations, Kaiki Deishu discovered suspicious points and uncovered some of the truth from some of the people suspected of participating in the illegal experiments.

Lijiang Galahad is not human.

To be precise, he is not an ordinary person. He was created through in vitro fertilization by combining the genetic information of a Japanese scientist who had fled to Britain with illegally obtained reproductive cells.

He is called an artificial human, rather than a test-tube baby, simply because he underwent complex artificial adjustments during his cultivation in an artificial womb, and his growth was accelerated through these adjustments. Strictly speaking, Rijang Galahad is only three years old.

Initially, a mad scientist was discovered for conducting frequent human experiments and came to Britain under the guise of political asylum to conduct experiments on certain dignitaries.

In his hands, numerous infants, even those still in the womb, underwent his experiments, some even receiving implants of legendary hero bloodlines of unknown origin. This involved nearly a thousand cases, culminating in the most sophisticated methods used to modify and adjust the children of his benefactors. The most outstanding among them even received powers from Lancelot, Gawain, and Bedivere respectively when the extraordinary era arrived.

But the scientist was not satisfied with this. After personally experiencing the arrival of the extraordinary era and obtaining some scrolls from a magician's abandoned workshop as if they were precious treasures, he had a crazy idea: could he control the appearance of certain awakened individuals?

Lijiang Galahad was one of the experimental subjects, and the only one among the hundreds of experimental subjects who survived and achieved results.

Fujimaru Ritsuka solemnly opened a captured diary page, which recounted his experiment in the first person:

[Date: It's been a year since the extraordinary materials appeared, and I have enough to sustain the experiments. Today, I'll use two children as a control group. One will have diluted fragments of Blood Tears added to the culture medium, and the other will have fragments of the Beetle of Wisdom added. As a control group, let's see how the curse and blessing work respectively.]

[Date: Ugh, another hassle. I guess I should submit a report and ask for more manpower to clean it. That idiot who cried over the scrapped experiment last time—I've silenced her forever. Compassion can easily ruin my experiments.]