Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

The Chaldea-led team finally captured Rijang Galahad, the villain who had committed crimes against humanity, and returned the bodies of two long-dead Knights of the Round Table who had been manipulated into participating in the major events to Great Britain. Of course, before returning them, they needed to be inspected by the provisional committee to confirm that there were no hidden dangers to social order.

Of course, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who always considers the worst-case scenario for others, pointed out that organizations and officials, including the temporary committee, also need to make a living.

During their mission to the Spirit Tomb, they made several futile plans, which not only failed to achieve their goals but also resulted in significant manpower losses. Ironically, the spoils ended up in the hands of the Chaldea group.

Of course, they also saw Beki Mudsho and Lisa Lisa as having the right to share the spoils with the organization.

Although they only obtained one piece of unknown material (referring to the spirit origin) on the surface, they were too lazy to argue. They simply discussed with the Great Witch and the magician Beimu, requesting that the results of their research be given priority to the temporary committee, and even had plans to invest in and join the project research.

Of course, Lisa Lisa and Bemuk Deishu refused.

Just kidding, how could we possibly give you a share of this?

According to the two cryptic magicians, this thing could very well determine the path that will lead to the future.

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt that they seemed to be referring to a comical future like the Servant Universe, and after testing the waters, there was a certain possibility that they were right.

But she didn't pay much attention to it, and instead tried her best to deal with the temporary committee.

After several days and nights of wrangling, Fujimaru Ritsuka finally managed to get rid of the temporary committee members and then reunited with Lisa and the others.

They walked to a place arm in arm, and then, like thieves, released the King, who had been asleep for a while.

This time, they were well-prepared, choosing a buffet at a five-star hotel, which allowed Mr. Wang to enjoy a satisfying meal and fully experience the convenience of modern cuisine.

After a pleasant meal, Artoria waved to Fujimaru Ritsuka, and then the two went to a room alone.

Once inside, Artoria made a startling remark: "Lord Fujimaru, are you interested in vying for the throne of a god who governs the world?"

149. Breast Grabbing

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed heavily, looking at the king as if he were a fool: "My king, could you please stop with all that explanation and ask me such nonsensical questions?"

What exactly does "seat" mean? Is it the Throne of Heroes? Or is it the vaguely mentioned Throne of Gods in the Chronicles of Lord II?

The latter seems rather strange in many ways. If someone wasn't a god before entering the Throne of Heroes, they could gain the title of a god after death by having a temple with their own divine seat. But whatever that's like, the so-called "throne" in the world today doesn't seem to mean that at all.

Fujimaru Ritsuka let her mind wander, quietly waiting for Artoria's reply.

"The so-called Throne of Peace, it's a unique product of this world, I suppose," Artoria sighed, subtly touching her swollen belly.

"The vortex of all phenomena, the source of all principles, the ultimate truth, the supreme record, the Great Dao... From ancient times to the present, whether in the original world or the present world, people have dreamed of reaching such a realm, which would allow them to possess the power to grasp all truths, rewrite the world, and dominate all phenomena in time and space."

Artoria recalled the common knowledge she had secretly learned in the past few days, as well as the things Fujimaru Ritsuka had experienced in the past, and pointed out something interesting: "But our Abby, as someone who came from another universe, should be able to understand—there is no such magical thing in this world. But... it just doesn't exist yet."

She drawled, “Abigail’s appearance in this world is largely due to a ritual performed by a certain Outer God who firmly believes in Yog-Sothoth, a being that does not exist in this universe. In essence, isn’t the Yog rank formed through the sea of ​​consciousness of all beings? And Lisa, Lisa, Bemikazu, and I had a brief, interesting conversation about whether it’s reasonable for so many people in this world to be able to learn magic from scriptures that had no power in the past?”

Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression was quite subtle. Her own ahoge, who usually went for a muscular, brute-like style and stacked light-cannon attacks, was actually interested in magic—a truly unusual turn of events. The key was that she actually understood it; it seemed that sleeping in the world's consciousness for so long had indeed brought her some benefits.

He also perfectly played the role of Altria's straight man: "Hey, so what's your conclusion?"

"What I'm referring to as the 'seat' is also based on a principle. In my dream, I saw a bleak future. Soon, a 'seat' will be born at the intersection of the sea of ​​consciousness and reality. It will enable civilization to develop similar characteristics, allowing policies that increase the speed of the entire population to be easily implemented, and even influencing the future evolution of the natural environment."

Fujimaru Ritsuka pondered for a moment, finding it quite mysterious. This [seat] sounded like a long, drawn-out deduction, with no certainty about its true nature, and its direction of thought and the evolution of the real world? It was like playing a DLC, leaving Fujimaru Ritsuka thoughtful.

He picked up the conversation and asked Artoria, "Suppose that the Holy Lance goddess Rungomminiad eventually obtains the [Seat], what kind of ending might occur?"

"The world reverses back to the laws of the Age of Gods, and deities begin to be born continuously in the sea of ​​consciousness of all living beings, unifying all the power currents in human imagination. The inner side will be flipped out, and the laws of the surface and the inner side will enter a state of conflict and mixing. The laws of physics will be challenged by the laws of imagination. In the end, the world of gods above humans will be confirmed."

Artoria recounted the consequences in detail, and the tragic situation sent chills down Fujimaru Ritsuka's spine.

In the modern world, there may still be many people with strong faith, but there are far more who believe in things like, "It's free anyway, so I might as well believe a little." People have long been accustomed to the absence of numerous lofty deities above them, beings with human-like emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Look at the villains in ancient Greek mythology, or read the early texts of various religions, and you can see the gods' attitude towards humanity: they valued them, but also regarded individuals as their shepherds and blood fields. Even in myths of certain supreme beliefs that are based on rational existence, such as in China, there are still all sorts of absurd and ridiculous things.

"However, I have a feeling that what the goddess Rungomminiad is doing is reducing the population first, and then gaining faith and recognition as the master?"

"Of course. After all, there is already a near-winner among those vying for the [seat], and Rungomminiad has confirmed its general situation. The more prosperous the current civilization is and the larger its population is, the stronger its upper limit will be. Therefore, Goddess Rungomminiad wants to weaken the opponent first. At the same time, as a god, launching global domination early will help her gain support in the sea of ​​consciousness of all beings in advance, increasing the possibility of vying for the [seat]."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little taken aback: "I see. So how will the future [seat] be contested?"

"do not know."

"what?"

Artoria crossed her arms in slight frustration: "The goddess Rungomminiad doesn't have many memories left here. We'll only know when she comes out. It's all just vague knowledge."

Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but reveal a dead fish-like gaze, staring straight at Artoria.

Good heavens, so your statement about "wanting to seize the throne" was just a gimmick to tease me? You're pretty, and your thoughts are just as beautiful?

Artoria met his gaze without flinching and said slowly, "Yes, I was just teasing you. But it's not entirely useless. At least you know about the existence of the [Seat], and that there's a dangerous figure lurking around. Goddess Rungomminiad used such a radical method because she knew that the Seat would bring great danger."

"So I should thank her?"

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

A melancholy Fujimaru Ritsuka has discovered someone today who can rival her in both cunning and shamelessness. So, this near-perfect ruler is far more ruthless than the original blue-haired ahoge, isn't he?

His melancholy expression made Artoria feel a little guilty.

After thinking for a moment, Artoria said, "Speaking of which, I have some rewards here that might be of help to you."

Can I get an advance on the reward for posting a task?

Fujimaru Ritsuka was overjoyed, her spirits soaring: "Your Majesty, rest assured, I will definitely beat that guy hiding and trying to interfere back to his doom. Later, I'll also ask a few old fogies who've been lurking in the dream world for years if they have any ideas. So... the reward... hehehehe..."

He rubbed his hands together, full of anticipation.

Then Artoria took his hand and placed it on her large, firm breasts.

?

What's going on? Is the reward really that big?

Subconsciously, Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed it hard, feeling its amazing elasticity and softness, which was beyond his imagination. Of course, he also had to learn from the experience of receiving red envelopes during the New Year:

"Oh, Your Majesty, you mustn't! How can you use seduction? You must know I'm a young man full of vigor and vitality, and I'm easily unable to control myself."

A faint blush flickered across Artoria's otherwise imperceptible, elegant face, before she spoke with a sigh, "Fujimaru-sama, although I am a woman, don't treat me like someone who sells her body easily. Don't you feel the resonance between my spiritual core and the residual energy on your body?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked, a little hesitant: "It seems a little, but it's quite faint. Let me concentrate."

Then he closed his eyes.

Knead, knead, knead.

Soft, soft, soft.

Bounce, bounce, bounce.

"oops!"

He was hit in the forehead by a finger snap.

I said, that's good enough.

The sound is already trembling; we can't delay any longer, or we might get bombarded by the Holy Lance with all thirteen restraints activated.

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately became obedient, aligning her slightly off-target aura with the resonant frequency.

Then his hand passed through the Holy Lance Knight King's massive northern hemisphere, his palm disappearing into Artoria's body as if submerged in water, and he grabbed something.

"Yes, that's it. It's something I've condensed over the past few days from residual energy bestowed by the world's consciousness, which isn't part of my own spirit foundation. You've got it, right? Then hurry up and pull it out!"

Artoria's body was stuffed with something large, and she felt herself being slowly filled by the foreign object. Her body involuntarily leaned backward until Fujimaru Ritsuka caught her waist in a tango-like gesture, which helped her maintain her balance.

Without further hesitation, Fujimaru Ritsuka used her right hand to pull out the object from Artoria's body.

It was an octahedron, composed of ten fragments of crimson dragon horns and ten pieces of golden crown trim, radiating a violent and unsettling aura. Looking closely, one could see in the horns and crowns the many sins it had committed.

He touched the octahedron with his hand and felt a peculiar and refined energy flowing within it, which prompted him to come up with many ideas in his mind on how to utilize this material.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was so engrossed in touching the octahedron that she completely forgot everything else until a weak voice came from the crook of her left arm: "Have you hugged me enough? Can you put me down now, Fujimaru-sama?"

"I'm so sorry! I thought you were tired and liked to lie in my arms." Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly helped the limp Artoria to a chair.

Artoria's face was flushed, and she felt a little weak all over. She had never had a similar experience before and never expected that retrieving materials would produce such a strange feeling. She could only glare angrily at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had put her in a chair and continued to study the materials.

"Scumbag."

The sound was so faint that it went completely unnoticed.

"Scumbag! Man!"

"...Oh my, I've suddenly had a great idea! I'll go find Bei Mudshou and borrow his pseudo-spiritual computer to calculate how to proportion the materials."

Fujimaru Ritsuka, realizing what was happening, fled in panic.

In the quiet room, Artoria finally regained some strength. She threw herself onto the bed in despair and pulled the covers over her head, exclaiming, "Aaaaaah, what is all this?!"

Incidentally, when Fujimaru Ritsuka opened the door, he saw several Chaldea women leaning against the wall, looking at him with cold smiles.

Later, it was said that people at the hotel heard a loud rumbling sound not long after the mealtime.

-----------------Dream Time--------------------

"...That's roughly how things are."

Fujimaru Ritsuka diligently shared her experiences during this period with Senji Muramasa and Dantès Edmund.

Dantes held the cigarette between two fingers and flicked off the ash: "I think it's better to be a gentleman and not be such a jerk."

“My Lord, why are you criticizing me too… As a hot-blooded teenager, I reject this kind of evaluation.”

"Hoho~"

Senji Muramasa didn't seem to care much: "That's right, there's nothing wrong with wanting everyone to be happy, and there's nothing wrong with being tempted by the older sister and not being able to resist. After all, as long as nothing is wrong in the end, I... cough cough, I don't think it's a big problem."

"Master~~" Fujimaru Ritsuka said with tears in her eyes, shaking hands tightly with Senji Muramasa.

Dantes rolled his eyes and decided not to comment on these two guys whose love lives were a mess.

As the saying goes, love is like a walled city; those outside want to get in, and those inside really know how to have fun.

"...Speaking of serious matters, Muramasa, have you ever heard of [Za]?"

Senji Muramasa stroked his chin, showing no doubt: "Although not, I subconsciously feel that what she said makes sense, and it seems theoretically feasible. For example, if the person seated is a rural feminist, then the world can be gradually transformed into a female-dominated, male-subordinate world through distortion. The key is, what's the situation with that so-called near-winner? Rungomminiad is really useless; he doesn't even know what the consequences of the other party taking the seat will be."

"Exactly! By the way, I feel like if a 'pastoral feminist' world were to take center stage, it wouldn't be a female-dominated story anymore; it'd be an ABO world..."

This work omitted many strange elements, leaving Muramasa and his companion in awe of the insane thinking of modern people.

"In addition, there is this [crown crystal]."

Fujimaru Ritsuka brought the materials she obtained from Artoria into the dream and showed them to Senji Muramasa for his opinion.