Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

London, Britain.

Moist sea breezes from the temperate ocean constantly caress this isolated island. Even in the height of summer in May, London remains cool and shrouded in rain and fog.

Atop a tall clock tower, a man looks down upon the outskirts of London.

He wore a white shirt, a purple vest and trousers underneath, a trench coat, and a wide-brimmed wool hat. He seemed oblivious to the drizzle overhead, simply gazing silently into the distance.

"Hey, you're still looking over there at this hour. Are you starting to regret not getting involved? What a fickle man."

At the top of the clock tower, where he was all alone, an eerie sound echoed in the air, a sound only he could hear.

The man's cold gaze fell upon the glass beside him, where a figure completely different from himself was reflected.

He was a young man with a lazy and listless demeanor, fair skin, and long, pale hair that lacked pigmentation. He leaned casually against the glass, like a reflection in a mirror.

[Galahad], the so-called most holy knight, a seeker of the Way who desires nothing? Ha.

The man couldn't help but laugh at the many accolades bestowed upon him throughout human history. It was probably his appearance as a cowherd, which captivated the aesthetic sensibilities of countless people, and his seemingly selfless yet actually condescending gaze, that led to misunderstandings among his contemporaries and have been passed down through generations.

Although the man remained silent, Galahad did not let him off the hook: "Oh dear, so you're pretending to be profound again by not saying a word? It's only because of you and my spirit origin that the people of Britain in later generations have been so bewildered, isn't it? Who would have thought that the one we went through so much trouble to rescue would turn out to be an ingrate?"

"Hmph... You went to great lengths to rescue him? It was just a side job." The man finally spoke, his voice matching his appearance, surprisingly magnetic, yet like Galahad, it was filled with venom. "Am I supposed to obediently play the dog? It's just a filthy and dirty confrontation, why should I get involved?"

"Filthy...that's true. For someone like you, constantly being modified as an experimental subject, enduring countless strange looks, and witnessing numerous evils, it's natural to think that way." Galahad scoffed. "Even a stray dog ​​holds a grudge after being beaten, let alone someone as vindictive as you."

The man clicked his tongue impatiently: "So you keep asking me, what exactly is the reason that group of people down there are causing trouble to fight for control of the Spirit Tomb Albion?"

"No, I'm just concerned about my host's plans. After all, so many people will have the opportunity to enter the Spirit Tomb Albion. What if it ruins your plans?" Galahad's words were completely contrary to his expression. He looked like he was watching a good show with great interest, as if he was looking forward to the grand performance of a magnificent drama.

"Insects, nothing to mention. Besides, with your power in the shadows, who can stop my plan from being carried out?" The man patted the two swords at his waist.

It was a sword with a crimson hilt, shaped like a cross, and inlaid with gemstones. It was noble yet exuded an aura of curse.

The hilt of the other sword was clearly made from the ribs of a strange beast. It looked like a weapon, but it always emitted a faint, warm green light, nourishing the mind and body of the person wearing the sword.

"Oh? So that's why you abandoned the shield and chose the sword?" Galahad chuckled. "You're just like the ruthless boss of Camelot, the company I used to work for—a guy who can't see the road ahead..."

"Do you dare say that when the person down below wakes up?"

Galahad visibly hesitated for a moment, then smiled subtly: "My king... will he ever wake up? If he does, the first thing he'll do is kill me, his disloyal subject."

"...I don't care. Anyway, just you wait and see. Galahad, didn't you say from the beginning that the dead shouldn't interfere in the world of the living? The living have God's will to guide them on how to move forward. Besides, isn't this trial drama also God's will?" The man didn't want to say anything more to Galahad. He jumped off the top of the bell tower and disappeared into the night sky.

Perhaps so. After all, the fact that you obtained the Holy Lance is enough to demonstrate the connection between us. Let's see what path the will of the living will take in this world.

Galahad, like a phantom, kept his last words to himself, quietly awaiting the future stage play.

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"Galahad? He's just a foul-mouthed slacker, how can he be called the most holy knight?" Fujimaru Ritsuka slumped in his recliner, loudly blabbering on his [junior].

"Huh? But in many of the legends about the Knights of the Round Table, isn't he the most perfect one?" Yui blinked, giving him a look that said, "Are you jealous of his good looks?"

Yang Nai also deeply agreed: "Even the one who should inherit his power has an excellent reputation. He is selfless, devoted to cultivation, and occasionally goes to the Demon Cave to explore. He is not greedy for what he gets and mostly shares it with his companions. Moreover, unlike the other inheritors of the Knights of the Round Table, he has no scandals at all and is just a modern-day ascetic."

Fujimaru Ritsuka scoffed, "Him? He may have few desires, but that makes him incredibly lazy. Even when everyone else is fighting to the death, he probably wouldn't think it's a big deal, just saying it's a human choice and that's it. Don't you think that neutrality without a stance is a terrifying thing in itself? Rather than saying he adheres to the code of chivalry, it's more accurate to say he's empty-headed, which perfectly aligns with his sense of justice. Treating everyone equally isn't humility; it just means he doesn't take anyone seriously."

Yukino frowned: "Why do I feel like you're twisting his intentions? Do you have a grudge against him? Isn't he your lecherous eggplant's protector?"

"Are you kidding... Who's protecting whom? It's all up to you whether you lend your power or not." Fujimaru Ritsuka huddled in the recliner, indignant.

He actually understood that his words were a form of slander against Galahad. But being the vulgar person he was, he did have a good impression of the Servant who, without a word, took away the power from Mash when faced with the crisis of Earth's destruction, and found it even harder to accept Galahad's overly saintly personality.

The Holy Grail, which he had found with great difficulty, was returned to the heavens because of his desireless nature, while the people of Britain were still eagerly waiting for the Holy Grail to extend their lives.

Even if Saber sends people out to find the Holy Grail, it's just a desperate attempt, a last-ditch effort. You can't be so casual about it.

To be honest, we still have to blame the Holy Grail's owner, Shikimonji, since he only gives the opportunity to make a wish to those who have no desires. Galahad, who was aware of Britain's future, naturally chose to do nothing.

"Anyway... I think that guy's a twisted monster. Maybe when there's an apocalyptic crisis, he'll think that Judgment Day comes sooner or later, and just lie there and watch the show." Fujimaru Ritsuka crossed her arms, as if to say, "So what if I'm a hater?"

93. Humans always repeat the same mistakes, referring to the exploitation of subordinates.

The three girls saw him diligently criticizing Galahad and sensed that he was implying something, so they all showed thoughtful expressions.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was relieved. Everyone finally understood what I meant, didn't they? That's right, you all wanted to—

"Male jealousy? No wonder. The inheritors of the Knights of the Round Table have always been known as the British Cowboys. Don't worry, we won't abandon you and betray the organization." Yukino sighed, comforting him with the eyes of someone looking at a naive child.

I'm so touched, Yukinoshita's mom... Wait, how did you even think of that!

"I think so too, A-Teng, don't be so sensitive, haha. Everyone in our organization is like family, we won't be easily lured away by outsiders. Although I don't think A-Teng cares about me that much (whispering)"

Yui, have you become so used to being persecuted that you've developed delusions? Not a single one of my members can be missing—where can I find such good combatants and seductive tools?

“After all, he’s still a boy. It’s normal for him to be jealous of men who are more famous and handsome than himself. Give Fujimaru-kun some time to calm down.” Haruno suppressed a laugh and said to the two girls in a fake manner, which made the first two nod worriedly.

Yang Nai, you've already figured it out, yet you're still joining in the commotion? Well, then I'm going to persecute you too.

Fujimaru Ritsuka sneered, drawing everyone's attention, and shook her head with a sigh: "Actually, I wanted to give Haruno-nee a heads-up. I don't want you to fall for my scheme."

Haruno elegantly crossed her legs, preparing with great interest to see how Fujimaru Ritsuka would retaliate.

"After all, it's up to you, Haruno-nee, to handle the wrangling between Chaldea and those other organizations. I definitely need to warn you in advance." Fujimaru Ritsuka clasped her hands behind her back, adopting a boss-like posture. "Haruno-nee, do your best. In the online meeting, be sure to avoid the important issues and act like a rookie organization. Just cheer for the big shots' mission to descend into the demon's lair."

Yang gave him a reproachful look, but there was nothing she could do.

This little act of revenge is a bit funny. Although it seems like she has to work 10107, with no rest at night and have to attend online meetings and negotiate with other organizations, if she doesn't go, who will?

Yukino, Yui, and Utaha are all too inexperienced for this kind of situation. As for Fujimaru, he is mature, but he is not familiar enough with other organizations, so he still needs me to accompany him. So why not just let me make the decisions, as long as the general direction remains the same?

Yang then accepted the task.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, still worried, instructed her, "Remember. Gahalad isn't a bad guy, but he's not as good as you think either. Think it over carefully, don't let other organizations get in his way. Especially remember..."

His serious expression didn't seem like he was joking. Not only Yang Nai, but everyone else also sat up straight.

"The guy down there is probably his boss. Even if he doesn't betray us, he's unlikely to make things difficult for the guy down there. Find a way to get the other big shots to go down there and investigate, and record the meeting information, paying particular attention to his every move."

Yang opened her mouth wide, and her small mouth, painted with pretty lip gloss, made Fujimaru Ritsuka want to stuff something into it.

For example, bananas.

Yukino only just realized that the person they were dealing with in the Demon Cave might be King Arthur, and she eagerly asked, "The so-called dragon... does it refer to the ever-victorious king, the legendary King Arthur who never lost a battle across twelve battlefields?"

Her eyes were bright and she looked expectant.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little surprised, but it made sense. Yukino, who loved reading, had been exposed to one of the originators of chivalric literature, so it was quite normal for her to be familiar with the story of King Arthur.

Out of concern for the mental well-being of the group members, Fujimaru Ritsuka told her some interesting anecdotes about King Arthur—such as the ultimate glutton of Britain. She might be able to witness it firsthand in the future, so telling her now wouldn't be as interesting.

Fujimaru Ritsuka happily suppressed her urge to share a little secret, adopted a capitalist's posture, and turned to Haruno: "Haruno, so this matter is entrusted to you. Be sure to pay attention and do not harm the organization's interests. Although the matter is a bit complicated, it's because the organization has high hopes for you. Oh, and also, get the recruitment going, urge the Yukinoshita family to send people, and arrange the regional patrol assignments for the Tojo Clan. Get all of that done quickly. Young people should take on more responsibilities~ The future belongs to you."

Yang Nai had already taken out a pen and was writing it down in her notebook. She rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "If I ask for a raise, you'll say something like, 'Do you only work for money? What about your ideals?' You're so good at making empty promises. How many times have you done this before?"

“I don’t like what you’re saying. University graduates in Tokyo earn around 20 yen these days. We ordinary employees earn more than double that, plus five social insurances and one housing fund, generous compensation, and a full range of funeral services. You, as the second-in-command, earn even more. If anyone had told me I could earn this much before, I probably would have given my life to the boss.” Fujimaru Ritsuka clapped her hands, speaking earnestly, “Besides, the company entrusting you with such an important task is a sign of their trust in you.”

"You're using repetitive words, boss. Your new capitalist ways are showing a bit too quickly."

"Stop nagging. Boss, I'm going on a team building trip, so you'd better work hard for 10107."

"Yes~ Yes~" Yang Nai looked helpless, but was actually overjoyed.

The reason I left the Special Affairs Bureau before was because, firstly, as a woman, and secondly, as an ordinary person without supernatural abilities, I was destined to be a human computer for life, responsible for case file analysis. Now that I'm here, I'm directly the second-in-command of an organization, wielding absolute power—it's much more comfortable. Besides, although Chaldea is small now, with Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others, it will become a force to be reckoned with sooner or later.

After watching Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others leave the mansion, Yonoshi walked around the interior with a smug look on his face, but he still felt that something was missing.

Yeah, it definitely lacks that certain something without an executive chair. The base allocated to the Special Affairs Bureau has only had its facilities for both the base and living quarters set up; the interior furniture is still the old stuff. But how can you call it a good organization without a swivel executive chair to lean against?

Yang Nai picked up the phone, hesitated for a moment, but her heart swayed towards the Toujou Group. She dialed the number, and a trembling voice came from the other end: "Hello, is this Lady Yukinoshita? Where do we need to go on a mission? Please give us your orders, we will do anything to save you!"

"Purchase a batch of office supplies for me, and especially remember to pick out one or two executive chairs. Oh, and..." Yang Nai thought for a moment about the interior of the mansion before giving the purchase list.

On the other end of the phone, Yuuma Itohori blankly finished writing the list, said goodbye, and hung up. His underling swallowed hard. "Boss, where are we going? I really hope we don't run into anything too scary..."

"Furniture City..."

"what?"

"Buying furniture and bedding..."

94. Abby: Won't the commander support me? (Third update)

Completely unaware of the woman's enthusiasm for decorating her new home that Hino had already unleashed behind them, the first thing Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others did upon stepping out the door was to check the time.

"Ugh... It's almost 1 a.m.? Let's hurry to the apartment in Yukinoshita, I think my little darling is about to get angry." Fujimaru Ritsuka had a bit of a toothache.

Yukino and Yui were secretly covering their mouths and laughing.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave them a disgruntled look: "Still laughing? If you hadn't suggested asking the online teacher and pinned the blame on me, why would I need to coax Abigail?"

Yui turned her head away guiltily, pouting as she whistled a tune that didn't actually come out.

"Huh? Now you're blaming us? You know, when we brought up this idea, you were clapping and cheering us on." Yukino sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear to reveal her smooth, white neck and collarbone. "We thought you and Abigail were the closest, so we used your name to persuade Abigail. We didn't expect... you to be so petty and even try to push us out."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was speechless—not because of the harmless retort, but because Yukino's deliberately exposed delicate collarbone and neck had attracted the lecherous gaze. He was too busy looking at her.

How despicable Yukino! She actually used such a method to shut me up!

...Take one more look.

Although Yukino blushed slightly, she turned around smugly and walked towards the family car she had specially called: "Since you're not saying anything, I'll assume you know you're wrong. Not keeping your promise and not paying attention to the time is your fault~~ I even called a car to get you out of this mess. Aren't you going to thank me?"

"Yes, yes~ Thank you, Yukinoshita-sama." Fujimaru Ritsuka made an exaggerated expression, her face full of worry as she got into the car.

Some time ago, when they had some free time and not too much to do, they considered Abigail's future life in society and planned to have her receive a modern education. However, considering Abigail's abilities and the bullying phenomenon in modern Japanese schools, they gave up the idea of ​​sending Abigail to a school for a transfer.

One of the reasons why many transfer students are easily bullied and isolated by their classmates is that they join the class abruptly and do not have a familiar group of people they have been accustomed to since the beginning of the school year, which naturally makes them more likely to attract the attention of bullies.

But what if Abigail is bullied...?

Even if she didn't use her incredible strength, which is far beyond what Uncle Red A could match, to take down the kids with one punch, those two strange cat-like familiars beside her wouldn't let the brats get away with it.

Who knows, not long after they start school, the school will announce that a few of the naughty kids have gone missing.

Ultimately, they opted to have a distance learning teacher provide online classes for Abigail, so that while in-person classes wouldn't be available immediately, the schedule could be adjusted. They plan to consider enrolling Abigail in school after a certain period.

Although Abigail was very unwilling, she tearfully accepted the online classes after being comforted by Fujimaru Ritsuka, and became a proud test-taker.

Therefore, when they had agreed to ask for leave from school, Abigail started making a fuss, saying she wanted to go with Fujimaru Ritsuka to visit her school and skip her online classes in the morning.

Of course, she didn't succeed in the end, and Fujimaru Ritsuka kept her in the apartment with the promise that "you should stay at home and we'll move into the new house together later. Besides, you can come back for lunch at noon."