Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

It was nothing more than a dream bubble in the land of nothingness, but in terms of size, it was second only to the dream into which it had just fallen.

He seemed to have glimpsed something vaguely hidden at the bottom, a cluster of interconnected structures, the largest of which was even larger than the place where Luna and he had their rendezvous. It seemed to be a scene from the spirit tomb Albion, but it had a natural difference from the other dreams.

But we won't delve into these strange occurrences, for he has already returned to where he came from.

"See! I told you I was confident! Stop staring at me like that!" Rohan Kishibe straightened his collar and greeted them happily, "Welcome back, Yo-pu!"

Almost the instant she entered the familiar wasteland, Fujimaru Ritsuka involuntarily leaped into the air, delivering a stylish knight's kick that struck Rohan on the shore in the cheek.

"Fufu Style: Jealousy Beast Kick!"

With a shout that echoed through the sky, Rohan Kishibe was sent flying. At the same time, both Muramasa Senko and Edmund showed expressions of relief and regret.

Of course, they certainly wouldn't be disappointed that Rohan Kishibe was kicked.

They had been sharpening their knives ever since this guy made that messed-up look, but unfortunately the task was completed by the victim, which is a real shame. It has to be said that after Rohan Kishibe acquired Merlin's abilities, his ability to annoy people has improved a lot in some ways.

But they now realize that they weren't angry enough.

Because Fujimaru Ritsuka exposed Kishibe Rohan's disguise: "Your acting... was all of that?"

"Huh?" X2

"Isn't that right? You've been roaming the dream world for at least a dozen months, if not ten or eight years. If you count that old rogue's experience, it's even more. Do you really think you've forgotten the situation that caused the Rainbow Bridge to malfunction?" Fujimaru Ritsuka became clearer and clearer about the clues as she spoke. That kick just now was instinctive, but it wasn't now.

Intuition, for some, is the result of association before the brain works, but for Fujimaru Ritsuka, he is now beginning to understand what the brain has come to: "From the beginning, you wanted me and Luna to fall into that dream that you yourself were not so willing to get close to."

Rohan Kishibe rubbed his face, letting his cheeks return to their normal shape like a rubber doll. He sat cross-legged, propping his chin up, and casually tossed his staff aside. "I admit I only tried to enter once and was kicked out, but why was that?"

“Many people, including Freud, believe that dreams conceal human nature and bury unrevealable truths. And the secrets hidden within such a vast, enormous, and real dream are even more important.” Fujimaru Ritsuka said coldly, “But you didn’t tell me directly to enter, but instead plotted to create an accident. I think I know why.”

"Luna was so eager to fall into it with me, hoping to cover for me. She used her essentially identical nature to conceal me as an outsider, allowing me to glimpse the truth... But Rohan Kishibe, can you tell me what price you don't want me to know?" Fujimaru Ritsuka felt agitated once again, not only because of the meaning behind the bizarre scenes she saw in her dream, but also because of the result of this guy's scheming.

Rohan Kishibe spread his hands, looking quite shrewd: "Since it's the same essence, the price is naturally that the process of homogenization will be accelerated, and the possibility of separation will be reduced once again."

Having said that, he was prepared to get a beating, but since the nightmare demon could adjust the pain in the dream, he didn't care about being taught a lesson. Right, he should first turn his senses to the strongest. That knight kick was a bit of a waste; the realism of the material decreased.

However, to his surprise, Fujimaru Ritsuka did not call back.

He simply and sharply asked, "Aren't you ashamed to do something like this, taking advantage of a young girl whose mental age hasn't even reached adulthood? Didn't you or Luna have the option to tell me what happened?"

Why not fight...?

"...Although I want to say 'My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and all my actions are for justice,' I still can't get past my own conscience." Kishibe Rohan laughed self-deprecatingly. "If you saw that scene, with your own eyes, I think you should understand, right? If you just talk about it, language will only distort it, and the infection of memes will follow. Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you see the crazy truth."

Fujimaru Ritsuka could understand his meaning to some extent, but had he considered Luna's own wishes in making this sacrifice?

His attitude couldn't be clearer, prompting Rohan Kishibe to give a French military salute: "I understand. Anyway, I'll find a way to make it up to the little girl, okay? As for you, you still need to think carefully about how to deal with this big boss."

He pointed subtly to the ground, then pointed back to the sky.

"I know what to do without you telling me!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said, forcing herself to speak, though she was really unsure of herself.

It's time to end this charade and let Fujimaru Ritsuka speak frankly—not that he's going to imitate the StarCraft players and burn glass, but that he understands who he might be facing.

Even though he didn't know much about Princess Tsukihime, he did know some fragmentary details about her backstory: Arcueid Brunestud, the White Princess, was the most successful Progenitor, the one closest to the original Progenitor, Crimson Moon. She possessed a similar ideology and pseudo-personality to Crimson Moon, which would surface under certain circumstances. At the same time, the Progenitor was also an experiment in the collaboration between Crimson Moon, the Moon King, and the will of Earth, an attempt to create Earth's Ultimate Origin.

UO is an abbreviation for Ulimate One, the embodiment of the planet's will, and the strongest individual on that planet. Arcueid has the potential to become Earth's UO, and in a sense, is a prototype of UO. However, even in the Tsukihime arcade games, it seems that only Crimson Moon's ideals have surfaced, without the planet's will ever be incorporated, although UO doesn't actually need the presence of a planet's will.

But what really gave Fujimaru Ritsuka the creeps was the grand dream where creatures from multiple eras coexisted.

Such a vivid and real dream, along with Rohan Kishibe's evasive attitude, suggests that Luna's true form may not simply be someone who has seen the Star Memories, but rather someone of a higher status residing in this body full of potential, even pushing a certain ignorant and innocent consciousness out of its dominant position.

Could it really be Gaia possessing him, not ARCHETYPE:EARTH, but the real TYPE:EARTH?

Moreover, there was another point of suspicion: the act of worship and the disorderly ritual made him feel as if something else extraordinary had been mixed in.

Thinking about all these speculations, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt her temples throbbing and her head almost swelling up.

Rohan Kishibe was secretly pleased. Although he might not be able to pinpoint the essence of things like Fujimaru Ritsuka with his current vision, he did have some understanding of it. Those with Clairvoyance EX were like cheat codes, even Rohan Kishibe, who couldn't fully utilize Clairvoyance EX's power, was one of them.

That's why he happily introduced the variable of Fujimaru Ritsuka. Even he, after doing a lot of research, felt that this was one of the best choices.

"Ah, it feels like I've found a partner to share joys and sorrows with. It's so wonderful. Is this what it feels like to have a companion?" Rohan Kishibe began to speak sarcastically.

"...You'd better think about how to give Luna an explanation and make amends!" Fujimaru Ritsuka retorted, not to be outdone. So what if they're just hurting each other? Come on, put some effort into it!

The two stared at each other for a moment, then gave each other fake smiles, hugged, and patted each other on the back to show their friendliness.

"What an ugly way to cooperate..." the two who were silently watching couldn't help but sigh.

"Anyway, hold onto that pillow properly... That's enough, stop taking pictures!" Rohan Kishibe broke free from her embrace with a contorted facial expression.

Fujimaru Ritsuka grinned victoriously: You think you can mess with me? You know I'm A-rank or higher in all endurance and strength?

He stopped tormenting Rohan Kishibe, since the feeling in his dream wasn't quite right: "Well then, I'll leave that for later. I'll keep using this mistletoe pillow to sleep, feel free to contact me anytime if anything comes up."

As soon as she finished speaking, the scenery before her eyes began to freeze. Both the human figures and the wasteland filled with swords began to twist into vortex shapes. Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked and woke up from the dream.

He rubbed his eyes and pulled back the covers.

It was around 6 a.m. The remnant of the Bymamon cult next door was fast asleep, while Artoria, who was half asleep on the sofa, heard the noise and got up.

She glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka: "You're awake? It seems Rohan Kishibe isn't too hungry yet. You still seem to have plenty of energy."

He shuddered: "Don't talk about such scary things, I'm a man."

"Heh, you don't actually think that old scoundrel wouldn't lay a hand on a man, do you?"

"Wait a minute, you're speaking with such certainty, could it be that he also drained the energy of your Knights of the Round Table?"

Artoria smiled without saying a word.

166, The Stomach of the King of Great Britain

I won't go into the details of Merlin's grudges and entanglements with the Knights of the Round Table. Come to think of it, a half-sleep demon surrounded by a group of distinctive, twisted king enthusiasts—if he didn't find an opportunity to take advantage of them, would he still be considered a sleep demon? Even succubi know how to eat the grass near their nests.

In short, aside from vaguely mentioning her entry into that person's dream, Fujimaru Ritsuka recounted almost everything else, just to consult Artoria and get her opinion.

"Is that so..." Artoria calmly turned off the recorder in her arms, nodded and summarized, "Today, with Rohan's help, you flirted with another girl, and she's probably the enemy's big boss."

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Fujimaru Ritsuka was shocked. "No way! My dear Artoria, the perfect and invincible queen, the wielder of the Holy Lance, how did your focus end up on such a strange place?"

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka looked completely bewildered, Artoria patted his shoulder with an "I understand" expression, comforting him: "It's alright, Fujimaru-sama, a marriage alliance... isn't such a bad idea."

Of course, I understand, but betraying them later is definitely something I'll do. It's absolutely not because I was so happy being fed in the mansion that I vaguely agreed to the unequal treaty; it's just that I, the Knight King, am an honest person. As a new member of the team, I've come to Chaldea with three things to do: make it public, make it public, and damn it, make it public!

Honesty is the only way to gain everyone's understanding. Look at how different I am from that blue-haired guy with the holy sword. At least during my reign, I was widely loved and didn't have to be verbally abused or misunderstood. Isn't that because I'm honest enough? I've already told you my gender, isn't that honest enough?

A chill ran down Fujimaru Ritsuka's spine as he rubbed his elbow thoughtfully: "Strange, why do I keep getting the feeling that some troublemaker is trying to harm me?"

Artoria, quick-witted, immediately changed the subject: "So... are you sure that girl was possessed by some high-ranking will, and you're even certain it's that one? Is it really not the result of someone who read the Star Memories and went mad?" She pointed subtly to the ground.

While Fujimaru Ritsuka's account didn't explicitly reveal the true identity, Artoria, with her similar experiences, somewhat understood who he was referring to—a being in this world similar to Gaia, the consciousness of Earth.

“I’m sure…” Fujimaru Ritsuka, whose thoughts had been interrupted, indeed shifted her attention.

There was something he hadn't even mentioned to Luna and Rohan Kishibe.

Just as he was about to leave that grand dream, he inexplicably turned back to look at the blood moon.

Within the crimson moon, a giant blood-red eye briefly appeared and gazed at him.

Two different emotions were strangely mixed in those huge pupils.

It is a love like that of gods and Buddhas, or even a love that transcends gods and Buddhas. It is not a love that bestows charity from above, but a love that encompasses everything, including sin and good intentions, nobility and baseness, life and death. It is a love that loves all things equally.

Yet madness also resides within it. It is a driving force that calls for the abandonment of civilization and wisdom, the awakening of all instincts, and the suppression of the shackles of reason by indulging in bestiality.

More sublime than divine love (agape), and more frenzied and unrestrained than lustful love (eros), only that being could produce something so sinful.

After simply expressing her feelings, Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a bitter smile from the bottom of her heart, while Artoria pondered for a while and then said very decisively, "You're right. It seems that Kishibe Rohan has also learned Merlin's tricks perfectly. His judgment is as good as ever. I really hope that you two are both lobsters. It would be so good if you were wrong."

"But it's alright. A mere planetary will? Didn't I shred the Britannian avatar to pieces back then? I was wielding the Holy Sword in one hand and the Holy Lance in the other, and fought Vortigern for thousands of rounds, even shattering the island."

"Yes, yes, yes~~ As expected of King Arthur... I'll charge into battle alongside you from now on." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied perfunctorily, feeling a sharp pain in her stomach.

Even without Avalon, King Arthur in his full armor was thoroughly tormented by Vortigern. Was he about to face a monster even greater than that? Alexander the Great indeed.

Their chatter finally woke the still-sleeping Ito Reita. He rubbed his eyes and saw Fujimaru Ritsuka, her face deathly pale, being relentlessly pursued by Artoria, her shoulders gripped so tightly she couldn't move. He was utterly shocked: "Seriously? I was still sleeping! You guys are playing this wildly? Young people these days, their play is getting crazier and crazier... Oh, I saw even more outrageous tricks in the Bymamon cult? Never mind then. Wait, did I interrupt the big shots' romantic game?"

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The two, with their keen senses, naturally noticed that Ito Reita had woken up. Fujimaru Ritsuka greeted him, saying, "You woke up at just the right time."

Thinking about it, something felt off; it reminded me of that ramen noodle hair look, so I added, "You're the only one missing."

Reita Ito gasped, realizing this was yet another contribution to global warming, and couldn't help but think: Playing this big? Seriously? Group sex?

"What are you standing there for? Get up now, we're going to the police station."

Private Marseille, I'm just craving shit.

"Oh...okay, okay." Ito Reita nervously got up to wash up, then suddenly realized, "Police station?"

"Of course. Although we're prepared to use you as a witness and bait, well... we still need to take you in to check if there are any charges against you in the case file, so that we don't end up with any messy situation of covering up your crimes."

Ito Reita thought for a while, then hesitated: "Um... although I've never been an accomplice, does being a bystander and not calling the police, and does stealing property count as a crime?"

"Nonsense! But are you sure it's just these minor offenses?"

"Of course, I still have to drink the truth serum under your supervision, sir."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, gesturing for him to go wash up first, then whispered something in Artoria's ear.

As Ito Reita brushed his teeth, he watched the two people behind him whispering nervously, his heart pounding with anxiety. It wasn't because he had committed any particularly serious crimes during his time with the cult, but rather the talk about bait that made him uneasy.

(I can only hope that these two big shots will let me cling to them and let me get through this safely.)

However, what he didn't know was that Fujimaru Ritsuka and Artoria hadn't seriously considered the decoy tactic at all; instead, they were focused on what they needed to do at the police station.

Judging from Ito Reita's confident demeanor, there shouldn't be any major problems with his criminal record investigation. As a tainted witness for Chaldea and the upcoming bait of Xiangxiang, he'll be fine as long as he doesn't do anything too reckless.

There are other important things to do on this trip.

First, we need to confirm the movements of other files, including those of members of the Bymamon cult and other Seven Deadly Sins organizations. Second, we need to find Officer Yamamoto and find out where he got Luna's photo—Kishibe Rohan only gave guidance, but didn't say that the photo was part of a fabricated case. Third, we need to check on the results of the investigation we gave to Sasagawa Yagokoro and the others last night. The number of missing homeless people is directly related to the cards the enemy can play.

"At this point, I can't help but complain."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was filled with impotent rage and was on the verge of going crazy: "It's 7102 already, how come we don't even have paperless electronic offices? We still have to rush over there."

"Even if those files involving strange events cannot be digitized or are inconvenient to digitize, to prevent them from being intercepted during transmission... then what about all those other files that are clearly classified as ordinary? The Reform Council and the Special Affairs Bureau are more up-to-date than you!"

Artoria wasn't particularly surprised: "That's right. Humans always repeat the same process. It was the same during my reign. As long as you want to change the traditions even a little, they won't be happy. If you don't change it, it's a slow death. If you do change it, there's a chance of survival, but they stick to the old ways and would rather drown in the past traditions."