Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

The moment the woman glanced casually in their direction, everyone lost their composure.

Their hearts pounded wildly like drums, their limbs trembled uncontrollably, and even their vision was blurred, as if they were facing a god they could not look directly at. Even though their minds were screaming, telling themselves that the other side was a terrifying enemy, the innate fear still prevented them from taking the next step.

The blonde woman smiled dismissively, then lightly touched the holy spear that had pierced through the gap with her finger.

With a loud clang, Don Starion, who was between Artoria's legs, staggered back several steps to dissipate the immense force transmitted from the spear tip.

Fujimaru Ritsuka jumped down, leaping from a height of over ten meters into the battlefield, and Yukino Yukinoshita followed him to the vicinity.

The three men stared at the woman silently, like a wounded pack of wolves confronting a hungry tiger.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that just emerging from my slumber would lead to encountering three sharp-eyed little guys. What a pleasant surprise!"

The woman gracefully tossed her long hair, as if admiring her own beauty, completely unconcerned about the three men's hostile attitude.

Her indifferent attitude was like a toddler seeing an ant struggling and only thinking about how to play with it in a fun way.

Killed by pouring hot water?

Crushing it with your feet?

Using poison bait?

Suddenly, she seemed to have discovered something interesting, and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka meaningfully: "Ah~ it's you?"

At this moment, even Yukino Yukinoshita, who usually likes to tease him, will not make any move; everyone is just on guard against the other's next move.

"Do we know each other?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was surprised, but on the surface she put on a calm expression.

She possesses memories from Luna's time? No, that can't be, right?

"Ah, you've clearly been in my dreams and messed around, yet you're pretending not to know. You're still the same old scumbag." She covered her mouth with her hand, feigning a coquettish laugh, but there was no joy in her eyes.

Just like a doll mimicking human expressions, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought.

So he didn't mince words: "I don't recall ever knowing you, and... we're enemies now, is that alright?"

She tilted her head: "Enemies? Why do you think that? I'm just here to retrieve my belongings; I won't harm or kill you at all."

Even Fujimaru Ritsuka gripped her blade tightly, her palms beginning to sweat.

As she spoke her last words, her eyes became hazy, and boundless killing intent burst forth from her body, revealing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood to everyone.

Countless human corpses piled up high, forming mountains over the sea. Looking down from the human corpses, one could see more and more animal corpses, from modern to ancient times, all disappearing into the deep, unseen seabed.

Then, their vision blurred.

The mysterious woman opposite had already seized Ito Reita, who was hidden deep inside the building and protected by countless complex and difficult magic arrays.

"Huh?! Help... Guh!" Ito Reita was bewildered for less than 0.03 seconds before desperately pleading for help, but the force coming from his neck interrupted him.

"Oh dear, you're being naughty, hiding the key. I'm so sleepy," the mysterious woman complained, her flat, inorganic tone suggesting she didn't care at all.

"Let him go!"

The holy spear pierced through the air with a brilliant trail of light, aiming straight for her face; the Muramasa demon sword concealed itself and slashed through the air, silently aiming for her lower abdomen; while the sword feet, which had turned into phantoms, transformed into streaks of azure light, aiming to cut off her arms.

"Ugh! You underestimate me!" The mysterious woman puffed out her cheeks in anger, revealing her true feelings of rage for the first time. She simply exhaled twice, and a violent storm traveling at speeds exceeding that of a tornado struck the three of them.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Yukino Yukinoshita stumbled back a few steps.

Only Artoria, with her armor and the added weight of her horse, steadfastly maintained her attack, taking advantage of the wind's protection.

"Ugh, so annoying!"

The mysterious woman's free hand was no longer leisurely placed to the side. Her nails became as sharp as a cat's, then swirled with thick red mist, and she unleashed a heavy blow.

First they saw the fierce claw strike and the surging airwaves, and then they heard a violent tearing sound. The supersonic crimson claw strike easily blocked the Holy Lance's thrust, leaving a bright red mark in the air.

Artoria's holy spear swung high into the air, even causing drops of blood to splatter from her split tiger's mouth.

Instead of feigning concern for Artoria's condition, her companions sprinted forward to retrieve the important offering.

However, the other person just stuck out their tongue and made a face like a child: "Hehehe, don't dream about it."

The echoes were still lingering in the air when she and Ito Reita vanished into thin air.

Chapter 6: The Finale Before the Struggle for Governance (A massive 8K chapter!)

Fujimaru Ritsuka stretched out a hand, speechless and choked with emotion, leaving only loneliness behind.

what happened?

What the hell is going on?

I was slaying monsters and singing, why did you suddenly ambush me?

Where are the great magicians? Come out and wash up, and tell me how you managed to let someone so easily get out of a room with spatial anchors and defensive spells fully activated?

"There really are such freaks."

He turned his head and saw that two great magicians had already come over after hearing the news, one OR2 and the other OTL, both of them questioning their existence.

Surprise, doubt, disbelief—the two middle-aged men and women, both quite old, wore complex and inscrutable expressions, much like Lu Tihuo's reaction after throwing three punches that overturned a large dye vat.

"You guys look a bit down. What's going on?"

The other members of the Chaldea squad also arrived, and their expressions were not good, especially Kasumigaoka Utaha, whose face was pale and she was almost exhausted. She was extremely unwilling.

I thought I had a brilliant idea and used a perfect move, but how did it end up backfiring?

Everyone was waiting for the great magicians' explanation.

They were equally unambiguous: "They couldn't even realize it, let alone stop it, oysters to the extreme."

"Stop using puns."

With a sigh of relief, Ms. Lisa Lisa seized the right to explain.

While everyone was pondering the origins of that person, only two great magicians truly sensed that an extraordinary individual had suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

"Did you notice? Even when you summoned a gale, grabbed Ito Reita, or used spatial teleportation, you didn't feel any fluctuations in magic power from beginning to end, did you?"

The three who had just clashed with the mysterious woman recalled what had happened and their expressions turned strange.

Indeed, there was no sense of magic at all, not even the claw strike that clashed head-on with the Holy Lance; only the ominous red mist offered a slight assistance.

"That guy, he's not using technology at all, he's using power. He's made fantasy material, even reaching terrifying levels of [words becoming law] and [great prophecy]." Kaiki Deishuu rubbed his hair. "That guy, isn't it Hakuhime?"

"No, not entirely. The Shirahime in Hohenheim's memories doesn't quite match her personality, and besides..."

“And that White Princess is actually a drop of blood formed from the condensation of red mist, isn’t she?” Fujimaru Ritsuka said calmly, pointing to her eyes. “I can see it.”

Everyone was deeply shocked, but Artoria was the most shocked.

"A drop of blood?!" She instinctively pulled hard on the reins, causing her horse to neigh slightly in discomfort before she realized what was happening.

After gently comforting her beloved horse and sending it back as a spirit, Artoria crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows.

She said, "Impossible. Even though my strength is far from what it was in my prime, it's not something that can be stopped by a single drop of blood."

“That’s right. Even if it were a True Ancestor, Arcueid, who was infinitely close to being the best vessel for the Crimson Moon, it would be impossible for her to overwhelmingly suppress a weakened Heroic Spirit with just a drop of blood.” Fujimaru Ritsuka and the magicians said in unison.

Then Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered his eyes. He understood that the power emanating from this White Princess was rather complex.

Artoria fell into deep thought, questioning the meaning of life.

"But, Fujimaru, why does that Hakuhime seem to know you?" Yukino Yukinoshita asked, puzzled.

Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked over with curious eyes, only to see someone break out in a cold sweat.

Sending...a challenging question?

Fujimaru Ritsuka was momentarily speechless, but seeing the thoughts of those present, he quickly realized he had been overthinking things. They were all wondering when Fujimaru Ritsuka had ever met this White Princess, while Fujimaru Ritsuka had a strange question on his mind—had he met the White Princess before or after meeting Luna?

Have I forgotten something from my memory?

While the Chaldeans were cleaning up the aftermath, contacting the city, and pondering the mysteries that had arisen during the battle, Hakuhime had already reached the highest point of Mount Denari.

At an altitude of 6193 meters, in a place rarely visited by humans, even birds have vanished from the mountaintop, the wind howls as it has since time immemorial, and snowflakes dance freely on the cold winds of the Arctic Circle.

But with her arrival, the wind stopped and the snow ceased, as if everything had fallen into a state of absolute worship with the arrival of Shirahime.

She saw the man with clown makeup.

No, this guy is starting to cease to be a man.

In Hakuhime's demonic eyes, which could see through the very essence of things, his soul was gradually transforming into her—his upper body remained human, but his lower body began to transform into the tail of the giant serpent, Rimoansen.

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho my god, I never expected you to descend at this moment, what a moving instant!"

Jealousy spoke words of utmost admiration and knelt down with a thud, yet his cynical tone made it impossible to truly believe a single word he uttered.

But Shirahime naturally understood.

Why would someone who isn't the most fervent and devoted believer consider offering themselves up as a sacrifice on the altar?

But she didn't react at all, and simply ignored him as she brought Ito Reita to him.

Arrogantly raising her eyelids, she looked at the beautiful woman before her. Her long, golden hair moved without wind, leaving streaks of gold against the stark white background. Naturally, she also noticed that Bai Ji was carrying what seemed to be one of those fugitives.

"So that's how it is. You actually had such a trump card. No wonder you looked so confident."

"What are you talking about? I never thought my god would descend upon me." Jealousy responded to the arrogant mutterings, but his mind was not on her at all.

He stood up, like a child who had seen the perfect toy, and circled around Shirohime, excitedly experiencing the joy of being so close to a deity.

Bai Ji didn't care too much about the disrespectful actions of the believer, which were different from what humans imagined. Or rather, the Tyrannosaurus Rex didn't care whether a little ant respected him or not.

She tossed the Ito Reita in her hand to Jealousy, then remained silent.

"Well, Mr. Ito, I've finally caught you. Oh dear, how about that? Didn't expect that, did you? Even if you erased your memories and tried to seek refuge with those playing games of justice, your inherently evil nature will ultimately lead to your ostracization and punishment from the gods."

Ito Reita had stopped struggling from beginning to end. The moment he saw the clown, his body began to tremble. Countless runes began to appear in his eyes, breaking through a hidden part of his brain.

Then, he revealed a malicious smile: "Hahaha, what scoundrels and evil consequences? I've never believed in such things. Even the gods, don't they want villains like me as their guiding light? Besides, if there really was such a cause and effect, I should have been drawn into his church by lust back then."

"No, it's her. Hmm, as expected of the worst of the worst, she even has such a secret backup of her memories? Not bad, not bad at all! I really like your idea. By modifying the hippocampus and inserting something like a memory device inside, you can fool other magicians for a short time. But it's a pity you almost succeeded—if a god hadn't descended in person."

"Well then, it's your turn."

He effortlessly produced the Seal of Greed, gesturing with his hand to the animal runes on it. A massive magic circle formed by the runes bloomed from his hand, then condensed entirely into the Seal of Greed. Having finished, Jealousy stuffed the Seal of Greed into Ito's mouth.

Despite his elaborate schemes, the villain who was eventually caught made no move; he had already resigned himself to his fate.

Ito Ryouta felt his whole body begin to itch, as if something was constantly trying to grow out of his skin.