Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Lisa Lisa also perked up a bit, raised her chin, and said to Kasumigaoka Utaha, "You're moving around so much, is there something you don't understand?"

"Hey! Yui doesn't quite understand! Why didn't Lisa-sensei throw Galahad into a volcano or the seabed? I'm really curious."

Lisa pushed away Yui, whose eyes were sparkling, but she didn't dislike her too much. As an old lady, she felt very gratified to see such a lively little girl.

Moreover, I feel like even those guys with weak magic skills would have this problem... Well, even that big-breasted girl in black stockings doesn't understand, right?

With a sigh, Lisa Lisa prepared to teach them a lesson: "Miss Medea has done this before: breaking through magic resistance and then using spatial teleportation to send the Servant away. But at that time, the Servant named Saber was in a state of no resistance, and Medea was present to carry out the operation. The teleportation location was also limited to within a city."

"In other words, I've also thought about throwing Galahad into the Arctic and Antarctic, into those harsh places like volcanoes and the ocean floor, where even if he survived, he wouldn't be able to easily get back. But I can't do it."

"Do you know why Galahad wanted to capture Gawain and Lancelot?"

This question caused everyone present to fall silent for a moment, but Fujimaru Ritsuka, Yukino Yukinoshita, and Kasumigaoka Utaha all spoke up at the same time: "It must be related to the magic circle on the second floor."

“You three are quite clever.” Lisa gave them an approving look, then her expression turned serious. “The power related to that grand ritual circle is actually hidden deep within the Servant’s spirit origin. That’s why I didn’t ask Britain to investigate—it’s practically impossible to detect without an investigation that’s almost an invasion of privacy, especially since Galahad doesn’t need strange magic to drive her body like Lancelot and Gawain.”

"Compared to Lancelot and Gawain, Galahad has a more comprehensive grasp—no, it's possible that he holds the dominant position. Therefore, even if we temporarily use methods to close the Spirit Tomb Albion, we cannot prevent him from using the power of the magic circle near the entrance to enter the Spirit Tomb."

"The magic circle is like a huge ship to them, and they are like three anchors hanging on the ship, hooked tightly. Even if I don't let Lancelot and Gawain go over, he might be able to use his power to pull them over if he takes his time. Oh, don't worry about that little girl named Violet over there. The relevant magic power on her body has been almost completely dispelled, so even that magic circle can't affect her very well."

"But the imaginary space is different. It has a relationship with the real space that is similar to the unity of the imaginary and the real, but it is also separate. Putting them into it is just like having an anchor with a long enough chain sink a little deeper into the sea and hook it onto the seabed."

“Hey, but that’s like Grandma Lisa Lisa…”

"Call my sister."

Abby shrank back, yielding to the tyranny: "...Sister Lisa Lisa means that even if we banish them into the imaginary space, it's impossible for them to get lost in that imaginary realm and not be able to find their way home, right?"

"Very good! Your understanding of space is excellent, you're a promising talent." Lisa Lisa was never stingy with praise for well-behaved geniuses, especially young ones.

"Hehehe...I'm not that powerful~" The priestess who controls the key to time and space showed an extremely embarrassed smile.

"In short, considering these issues, I was tempted to use my Noble Phantasm to directly reset their Spirit Origins, turning Gawain and Lancelot back into their immobile remains. But firstly, even if I did that, it would only waste Galahad's time; secondly, using them to set a trap for him would also be a good option. But I feel like I miscalculated." Lisa sighed, resting her chin on her hand, looking slightly sullen.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind worked quickly: "You think he didn't feel like his plan was ruined, right? Actually, I think there are a few possibilities."

He began pacing in the center of the room, organizing his thoughts:

"First, he guessed that we wouldn't let him in so easily. To put it bluntly, even if you didn't use Lancelot and Gawain, couldn't you have used a similar method at the entrance?"

Lisa thought for a moment and nodded: "Indeed, using Gawain and Lancelot is to temporarily usurp the magic circle's similar transfer function in order to save the magic power needed to send them into the imaginary space."

"Secondly, what's the difference between you sending Gawain and Lancelot there and him summoning them himself using the power of the magic circle?"

Everyone shook their heads. Lisa shrugged. "Maybe to conserve some magic? But I don't think he's lacking in magic."

"Thirdly, when he returns to reality, he should immediately appear around the magic circle. Even if we set off now to go there, will we still have time to destroy the magic circle?"

At this moment, everyone present looked at Lisa Lisa with expectant eyes. During the discussion of countermeasures, she also subtly revealed her Noble Phantasm. It was a magic-resistant Noble Phantasm capable of resetting magical enhancements, contracts, and magical creatures, returning them to their original state.

Lisa covered her forehead and smiled wryly, "I had this idea before, but the more I studied the power within Gawain and Lancelot, the less confident I became. Its quality is so high that it seems to be approaching the essence of a Servant, while I only obtained a portion of Lady Medea's magic power. It's really not a safe method."

【All Signs Will Break the Rules】 has a very powerful effect, but it cannot work on stable and powerful creations such as Servants created by the third magic. Otherwise, it should be renamed Imagine Breaker.

Therefore, I left two Noble Phantasms as a possible option, just to take a gamble, but this should be a secondary plan. Lisa Lisa made up her mind once again.

Fujimaru Ritsuka understood her meaning and nodded: "Therefore, so far, we have only controlled the time it takes for Ritsuya Galahad to complete the plan, which has only added variables, but in that guy's eyes, it doesn't matter. So he hasn't made any unusual moves."

Lisa nodded and sighed, indicating that this was all she could do: "Speaking of which, what if that kid Beimu Nishu messes up? I sensed that, based on Lancelot and Gawain's return speed, they should be back in reality within 3 to 4 hours. If they mess up, we'll be in trouble."

"It's all over! Britain is in dire straits, and George the Right is in Portugal!" The door to the room was flung open, and Beki Mudshu rushed in with a look of utter despair.

Normally, if Kaiki Deishu, who was always stern-faced and had a long chin, showed such an expression, everyone would surely be amused and gather around to watch. But no one present was in the mood for that; they all stood up nervously, staring at Kaiki Deishu.

"What happened? Who messed up? Tell me quickly!" Lisa Lisa reacted the most.

I risked my life, and somehow I helped Great Britain out of the way, right? It sounds like you're the one pulling the strings.

Kaiki Niishu sighed, composed himself, and was kicked in the butt by Lisa Lisa: "Stop pretending, hurry up and tell me."

With a bitter expression, Kaiki Niishu said, "I don't know what to say. I managed to get in touch with the people in charge in Britain through the committee, and after much pleading, I finally managed to get a Mach 3 fighter jet to fly to Japan to pick up Hiratsuka Shizuka. But I didn't expect that after this small matter was settled, the most crucial thing would fall apart."

"It's about St. George?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka was the first to react, full of surprise.

That shouldn't be the case, considering that one of the earliest places where Saint George, as a saint, manifested himself was in Britain.

In the past, Saint George served under the Roman Emperor Diocletian. A devout Christian, he encountered a dragon in Britain that had abducted a princess and was wreaking havoc. He bravely fought back, using a spear (some say a longsword) to slay the rampaging dragon, leaving behind a legend that has been passed down through the ages. The white flag with a red cross of Britain is said to be the bloodstain left on the ground after Saint George killed the dragon, symbolizing his glorious tradition of slaying the dragon and protecting the nation.

Although St. George is said to be Palestinian.

Although another reason St. George was canonized was that he returned to the Roman Empire and was martyred for stopping Diocletian's persecution of Christians.

But no matter what, Britain has a very close relationship with St. George.

Especially St. George's Cathedral in your Great British Empire, which is the burial place of members of the royal family throughout history.

If Prince Philip, the current consort, had died due to a curse, he would have been buried in St. George's Cathedral first, and then buried with the Queen after her death.

But how could a nation that so glorifies St. George be so lacking in information about St. George's relics or the search for his Awakened Ones?

His incredulous gaze made Bemunishu feel a burning pain, but he immediately realized—wait a minute, I'm not British, why should I feel ashamed for them?

So he looked at Lisa Lisa, the former Briton, with a self-righteous air.

Lisa glared at her: "What are you looking at? I completed the mission perfectly! You incompetent bastard, you're even worse than a minor! Tell me what happened!"

Beki Nishu touched his Adam's apple, feeling there was no way to defend himself, and then honestly said—there wasn't a single genuine relic in St. George's Cathedral!

The church houses numerous oil paintings by renowned artists depicting St. George slaying the dragon, original texts praising his deeds and feats, and murals, among other works. However, it contains not a single artifact that is truly a relic of St. George!

When Beki Mudshu suggested using the relics of St. George to resolve the matter, the other party hesitated and hesitated for a while before finally revealing the truth.

Everyone present was stunned. Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but speak up: "Wait a minute, I remember there were relics displayed in the church that looked like fragments of his armor and personal belongings."

Bei Mudshou lit a cigarette with a weathered expression, then automatically stubbed it out under the oppressive gazes of the girls (?) in the room. Wearing a mask of pain, he looked utterly helpless: "You know, for a time, the Catholic Church would wholesale various saints' relics and bestow them upon different countries. They could wholesale dozens of the nails that crucified the Savior; the cloth given to Magdalene to kings of various countries, if laid end to end, could circle the Rhine. And the relics of saints were even more outrageous. It's said that if you collected the relics of the same saint, you could assemble them into a hundred-handed giant. Not to mention the relics of Saint George."

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately shut up. Indeed, the Catholic Church's business methods were endless, and this was already considered average. In many years to come, they might even be able to wholesale indulgences, absolving their boss of sins and sending sinners to heaven.

Although there isn't a single genuine relic of St. George in St. George's Basilica, which sounds absurd, wife cakes don't have wives either... cough cough. In other words, these are relics sent by the church and certified. Who dares to say they aren't genuine?

A great magician like Kaiki Deishuu, who is well-versed in magic, dared to do it, and Fujimaru Ritsuka, who must use genuine items, also dared to do it.

"So... what did you mean by George Orthodoxy in Portugal?" Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly grasped at her last hope.

Bei Mudshou stroked his chin and said somewhat uncertainly, "The Ontario Cathedral, which belongs to Portugal, houses fragments of a spear used by St. George during his lifetime. It's highly authentic. After all, you know, it's an old and established church, so of course they'll keep the good stuff in their own hands."

"What should I do?"

"Of course we'll let Britain negotiate, what else can we do? We're risking our lives to help Britain avert a crisis, do you expect me to do the work?" Bei Mu Nishu said blankly, touching his pocket.

Fujimaru Ritsuka understood the meaning behind this action—even if Kaiki Deishuu were to selflessly dedicate himself to the cause, he couldn't possibly impress an institution like the Ontario Cathedral with his wealth alone, unless he sold himself into servitude. Besides, Kaiki Deishuu couldn't really be described as that kind of person.

"Sigh, although I don't like Britain, this European troublemaker, I still hope he can prove himself and handle things properly. The whole village's hopes are pinned on him."

After thinking it over, everyone present let out a long sigh: What kind of mess is this?

As they discussed this, the clown [Jealousy] in the distance suddenly stood up, arms outstretched in a gesture of embracing: "Ah, this absurd feeling, this ultimate mockery of the state as an entity, delicious, so delicious. I'm so jealous of myself, to get such a delicious feeling without doing anything, hehehe..."

Under the moonlight, the clown's laughter, like the flapping of an owl in the night sky, was not loud, but it was the prelude to a killing.

133. An unspeakable heresy approaches Albion.

Invisible radio waves silently traveled across the European continent. Neither the British nor the Ontario cathedral knew what they discussed, but they quickly reached an agreement.

In just one hour, everything had been exchanged, and St. George's relics were even delivered using a teleportation technique.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared in disbelief at the well-sealed, antique wooden box before her: "No way, Britain has suddenly stopped being so bad? What kind of investment did they go to?"

But his exclamation only elicited a knowing smile from the two well-acquainted adults.

Lisa gave Lisa a disdainful look: "Don't overestimate Britain. Actually, they're planning to drag it out, but this matter affects more than just them."

She pointed in the direction of the tomb Albion and began to tell the group of young people the story inside.

As a Knight of the Round Table from Britain, the official face of the Awakened, Rikie Galahad's actions shocked all the nations watching. And when they consulted magicians, including Lisa Lisa, they received a heartbreaking answer.

"Although the Spirit Tomb Albion is more stable than any other demon cave that has appeared before, and the extraordinary materials inside seem inexhaustible, what Li Jiang did could very well affect the stability of the Spirit Tomb Albion, or at least greatly affect the output of this largest demon cave."

When officials from various countries heard this, they were immediately taken aback.

The reason why the United States was able to seize British sovereignty to some extent by stationing a joint force at the Margrave and establishing a governing council was that even a major rogue state had to pay a heavy price, involving a complex web of overt and covert exchanges of interests. Britain suffered in silence, but it also received compensation from other countries.

Then someone told them that there was even a one in a billion chance that the tomb would be destroyed.

They even fully adopted absurd information such as the appearance of apocalyptic-level catastrophes.

It's not that I think Lijiang Galahad can actually unleash a global disaster, but I'm worried that he'll squander the future profits.

It is said that the capitalists in the United States who had just won priority procurement rights for a lot of materials went crazy, and kept sending messages to the president, demanding that one or two Pacific Fleets be transferred to join the Atlantic Fleet, until they realized that even high-powered weapons could not interfere with the results, and then they stopped.

Therefore, when they heard that they could contribute to the cause of organizing Lijiang Galahad, they rushed over with great enthusiasm, much like welcoming a royal army with food and drink.

The young people rolled their eyes in unison. Fujimaru Ritsuka even rubbed her cheek, incredulous: "So, you're saying Britain got some benefits? No, you've been silent for a while, could it really be true?"

Lisa and Beki both turned their heads to the side, not wanting to speak.

This is roughly the strange pattern. Due to a lack of understanding of the true nature of the Demon Cave, various countries were not particularly saddened by Lijiang Galahad's actions. If it hadn't affected the Demon Cave, many countries might have simply mobilized their troops to avoid it, leaving Britain to confront it head-on.

But when experts pointed out that this would affect their future finances, people started to generously donate.

"Forget about all these tricks of exchanging favors, just see if it works." Lisa pushed the box in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka, gesturing for him to open it.

Medea was a rare great magician in the Age of Gods, and her magical skills were among the best in history. Lisa, who inherited her knowledge and abilities, naturally had excellent judgment. Although she didn't have the magical ability to see far, she saw the terrifying things hidden behind the anomalies on the Knights of the Round Table.

The magic circle was ancient and crude, yet it operated with unparalleled smoothness, as if corrected by the world's consciousness, causing the impossible miracle of resurrection to be repeated in the modern world. Could this ritual, as depicted in the Book of Revelation, truly be happening as the legends say?

Lisa glanced at Beki Mudsho; the great magicians, who vaguely sensed the true nature of the Demon Cave, knew it all but tacitly.

Therefore, she began to support Fujimaru Ritsuka, arguing with the committee behind his back and persuading them to support Britain, because he saw that there was still hope for a solution.

Fujimaru Ritsuka opened the box, and inside, amidst the rich, deep red silk, lay a broken spearhead.

He opened his crystal-clear demonic eyes, which burned with golden flames, and looked at it.

Countless hallucinations arose. Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to hear the roar of an evil dragon and smell the blood of death, but more than anything, she felt the fearless spirit of Saint George and his will to protect others.

Fujimaru Ritsuka closed the box and snapped her fingers happily: "My friend, this is definitely authentic. The flavor is exceptionally pure, and the patina on it is incredibly smooth. It must have been handled many times."

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, too lazy to dwell on the meaning of Fujimaru Ritsuka's nonsense; things were temporarily settled.

"Then you'd better figure out a way to deal with this quickly. According to my senses, we only have about two and a half hours left." Lisa turned around, looking exhausted, ready to go back and rest, when she was stopped.

Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed his hands together, forcing a boyish, awkward smile: "Speaking of which, if this stuff is gone... I hope no one will hold me accountable, right? Also, you guys should still have those materials you've stockpiled, right? And then, I'd like some potions for quenching and combustion aids..."