Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Immediately, she changed into her swimsuit, gripped a large swim ring that resembled a temple foundation stone (nut), and said with arrogance, "Yo, Captain! I'm here, hehe, is there anything I can help you with?"

Abby looks a bit wild in this state... no wonder she rarely uses this form in her daily activities.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, lost in thought, clasped her hands together and pleaded, "Could you add something to my sister's dream? I want her to wake up."

"Hmph, although it was just a small favor, Captain, you need to show your appreciation!"

"A pancake set meal topped with beef gravy!"

"And egg pudding and Black Forest cake! And it has to be available for five days in a row!" Abby's eyes lit up, and then she started bargaining.

"Hmm...that's a lot. But if you brush your teeth properly, I might consider it."

Abby shrank back, remembering the video of tooth decay she'd seen online, but still fearlessly declared, "I'll brush my teeth! It's a deal then, pinky promise!"

After the two finished their serious bargaining and rebuttal, Abi stood on tiptoe and listened attentively to Fujimaru Ritsuka's description.

As she listened, Abby gave a strange look: "Does it really work?"

"Trust me!" Fujimaru Ritsuka patted her chest without hesitation.

Abby then took out a silver key as tall as a person and summoned a liquid monster that looked like slime.

Then everyone began to see the monster adjusting its voice, with Fujimaru Ritsuka even giving it instructions:

"It's gone up! It's gone up!"

"Make it deeper, more magnetic."

"That's right, and it needs to be clearer, and with a slightly smug look."

"It should have a slightly frivolous feel, but it should also have a cold, inorganic quality hidden within."

"Okay, this is it."

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a thumbs up, then gestured to Abi with her eyes.

Abby blushed, then manipulated the amorphous monster to speak:

"British Magic: Artoria ~Dinner's Ready!!"

The special structure of the makeshift mouthpiece caused the monster to repeatedly emit a brainwashing, demonic sound in the voice of a certain flower-loving older brother.

Abigail inserted the silver key into the void, opening the dream gate that connected reality with the king before her.

?

Is this thing even effective?

The onlookers, who had been hoping to see what brilliant plan Fujimaru Ritsuka had up her sleeve, were instead shocked by what they witnessed.

What shattered their worldview even more was that the method worked.

The queen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then they heard a muffled sound like a thunderclap in spring; she opened her eyes.

"Where? Where? Merlin! Where's my food?!"

Those emerald eyes, now devoid of divine majesty, were filled with nothing but the greedy appetite of a ravenous dragon!

She didn't even look at the strange thing; instead, she quickly glanced around like a puppy before lunging at it.

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt the strangely strong hand slowly contracting against her shoulder blade, and felt a surge of groin pain: "I said, do we know each other?"

"I don't remember! But my intuition tells me that you're the one who woke me up from hunger!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka fell silent; her intuition was truly unreasonable!

148. The king's magnanimity is truly extraordinary.

"Hmm... So I've become no different from Vortigern? I'm so sorry, you all, waaaaah."

Lady Artoria Pendragon chatted and laughed with everyone with an elegant demeanor, her bearing captivating, like that of a perfect monarch.

If she wasn't happily munching on compressed biscuits and canned beef.

Hey friend, you can't eat too much of this. The compressed biscuits and canned beef are American-made, produced in 2017. Look at the packaging; it even boasts that the seller won a contract to supply rations to the Navy SEALs, but don't actually believe it's good. First, it's high in calories. Look at the black filling in the biscuits; it's clearly made with chocolate. The canned beef is full of chili oil—high in fat. Second, it's filling. If you eat several packs and drink water, your stomach will be bloated, and you might end up with gastroenteritis. Third, its origin isn't legitimate! You stole it from someone and didn't pay them. Robbery can get you a sentence of three years or more, and you stole it from special personnel on duty—I'd give you at least five years, not too many.

As Fujimaru Ritsuka watched her devour packet after packet of emergency food with seemingly unhurried movements, the mesmerizing voice kept echoing in her head, and she couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

"...Fujimaru-kei has been watching all this time, are you getting a little hungry too?"

Your Majesty, could you please conceal your hand as you discreetly gather the food while you speak?

Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to break down, but thankfully she managed to stay composed and started coughing: "No, please eat slowly, I'm not hungry yet."

“Your era is pretty good, unlike ours back then where we could only eat Gao Wenqing’s mashed potatoes and monsters we fought on the road.” Artoria took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief, then put on a seasoned pose without batting an eye, her mouth never stopping.

Lisa Lisa then leaned closer and whispered in Fujimaru Ritsuka's ear, "We've discussed it with them and signed a contract using self-forced writing. With the combined magic of me and Kaiki, they shouldn't tell anyone."

"Ah... I just snatched emergency military rations from them, and now I have to force them to sign a humiliating treaty. I really feel bad about it."

“The main thing is that we saved their lives. Besides, they would be worried if we didn’t sign a contract,” Lisa said, pursing her lips.

Having been saved and having completed their mission, they were still in a weakened state. Their lives were in the hands of another's whim, so how could they refuse? In fact, if they hadn't signed this confidentiality agreement, the three members of the support team would have had to worry about being silenced later.

It's worth mentioning that Violet, being so stubborn, even had a temporary member, Tsukamoto Yakumo, sign a contract with her.

The former said that if he didn't sign, he would definitely not keep it a secret if Great Britain asked, while the latter was entirely based on trust.

"The fact that Violet signed up shows that she has some goodwill towards us and is starting to think about her friends. As for Tsukamoto Yakumo... her signing up actually means that she may not necessarily join our team. At most, she'll be a temporary teammate and a mercenary." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed.

Yukino Yukinoshita nodded in agreement: "Indeed, Yakumo Tsukamoto said that she will continue to travel to other demon caves in the future, not only to find materials that can cure her brother-in-law's terminal illness for her sister, but also because she likes adventure."

Fujimaru Ritsuka unconsciously touched her chin, overwhelmed with emotion.

These characters, who appear in slice-of-life anime, have completely deviated from their original fates after gaining the power of the Awakened, and each has undergone different changes.

A quiet girl who is family-oriented and loves taking care of her older sister embarks on an adventure.

The prosthetic girl, who once blindly obeyed the army, learned what was right from the hero's words and deeds, and gradually began to socialize like a normal person.

As Tuanzi adapts to the atmosphere around her, she becomes more and more decisive. Although she is still silly, she has developed her own opinions in battle and can occasionally act as the team commander.

Yukino, who appears perfect but is actually hollow, has broken free from the influence of her family and no longer blindly pursues the image of her older sister and mother. Although she is a bit narcissistic, she has begun to develop her own aesthetics.

What a chaotic world! But it's also quite interesting, which is why I don't want this fun to disappear.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, thinking of all the friends he had made along the way, revealed a resolute expression. He asked the king, who was still feasting on Huse, "Your Majesty Artoria, I wonder how much of Rungomminiad's memories you still possess?"

"Hmph, Fujimaru, do you still believe that this gluttonous fellow can bring us any useful information?"

"Flat-chested, black-haired little girl, although I know my other self beat you up pretty badly, your resentful provocation won't work on me." Artoria smiled like an older sister looking at a clueless child, but her ahoge (cowlick) was moving rapidly.

"Your Majesty, you have some cookie crumbs on the corner of your mouth."

"Oh......"

Artoria's face flushed slightly. She subtly wiped the cookie crumbs from the corner of her mouth with her finger, then casually licked them off with her lips.

She cleared her throat, adopted a regal air, and solemnly addressed someone in the room: "Although I don't know exactly what that guy is thinking, I can tell you some information."

"I'm all ears!"

He was overjoyed—the reason he held back that near-self-destructive strike, risking his Spirit Origin, was not only to gain a new teammate, but also largely to extract the truth about certain events from Artoria. And this was precisely what Rungomniad wouldn't say, but Artoria was willing to.

Fujimaru Ritsuka sat down cross-legged solemnly, and everyone gathered around, ready to hear the king's story.

The three members of the support team also dawdled and sat down, but no one paid any attention.

Artoria's identity must be kept secret; this was a mutual agreement. As long as both parties agree on this shared fact, Fujimaru Ritsuka doesn't mind if they come to listen.

Everyone understood the unspoken message: the information Artoria could provide would definitely be released; their organization wouldn't allow them to receive so little, and they needed to obtain some useful information.

"Before I begin, I must tell you a fact: Rungominiad did this for the good of humanity."

"Wait a minute, you mean that the goddess in that state was willing to wipe out more than a third of the world's population for our own good? That's absurd!" The centaur awakened member of the support team said, somewhat unable to accept it, but unexpectedly received an affirmative answer.

"Yes. For Rungominiad, she judged that it was necessary."

Artoria calmly continued, "In the memories I can access from my seat, there is a timeline where I, in order to preserve the embers of human civilization and the memorial specimens of humanity amidst an almost insurmountable catastrophe, would have kept the radiant souls of less than a thousand people within the Holy Lance, and then set sail to avoid the calamity—so, this is how the gods think, rational and mechanical, contrary to human concepts."

Fujimaru Ritsuka listened to her words in silence, without offering any comment.

For the Heroic Spirits seated there, time, space, and even world lines are indistinguishable. Located outside the world, within the Root, the Throne of Heroic Spirits can preserve the memories left behind by multiple selves. The difference is that some people will treat them as a story, while others can empathize with them.

Although the latter is extremely rare, right, Joan of Arc?

Artoria was unaware that Fujimaru Ritsuka had persecuted Jeanne d'Arc once again. The reason she brought this up was not to waste time exploring side details, but to show the slightly irrational aspects of a deity's personality.

"So, what they judge is whether it is necessary or not, and they don't care much about right or wrong in the eyes of humans. The personality that was corrupted by the Holy Lance this time is the result of receiving information from the world consciousness and acting spontaneously."

"Chaos and order are about to clash. Is the world falling into the age of gods in order, or into the beastly nature of chaos? The world doesn't care; it simply gives all those who want to enter the race a fair chance. The vortex of all things, the position of all power, the throne of governance—who should ascend it? The world doesn't care. It only cares about the next step of revival."

Fujimaru Ritsuka grasped some key points: "Can it be understood that the goddess Rungomminiad represents the order of the Age of Gods? What is this so-called bestial chaos? Is there something you would fight over, and then the goddess Rungomminiad was at a disadvantage, so even if it meant sacrifice, you had to gain greater power?"

His inference is based entirely on certain statements made by Ritsuko Galahad and Artoria, but whether it is accurate or not is up to Artoria herself to answer.

Artoria blinked, crossed her arms, and said noncommittally, "That's about it. But the specific information is incomplete, so I won't go into details."

Almost instantly, Fujimaru Ritsuka sensed that she was hiding something. But when he noticed Artoria glancing at the support team with a few subtle glances, he fell silent.

Artoria seemed to understand that these three were not on her side. Her concealment was seen as a positive sign by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Without pressing further, Fujimaru Ritsuka instinctively posed a question that drew everyone's attention: "Since you haven't fully grasped the specifics of Rungomniad's situation either, let's put that aside for now. I wonder if Your Majesty would be interested in staying at Chaldea for a while?"

Artoria gave him a look that said, "You're pretty smart," and chimed in, "Is food and lodging provided?"

"We'll ensure you eat and drink well, and stay comfortably."

"Well, since I've caused you so much trouble, I should give you something in return. I'll work for you for a while."

She blinked, looking easy to talk to.

They've clearly caused us trouble too!

The three members of the support team, from different organizations, were inwardly furious, but kept their mouths shut, showing no sign of protest.

These days, the distribution of spoils is all about contribution value. Those who are not superior in combat power, not useful enough, and have signed contracts have no right to speak in front of Chaldea.

And that's how it was settled.

Artoria didn't want to cause trouble for Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others. She consciously entered the Western-style coffin in the hands of the Great Witch and quietly fell asleep in the imaginary space.

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At 3 p.m. on June 10, the last group of members emerged from the tomb of Albion.