Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

The delicious and sweet lobster miso soup will revitalize your taste buds after you've just finished eating steamed lobster.

They soon received their own cruel roast. It's worth mentioning that the three girls, who had initially felt a little reluctant, ate it without any mercy, like autumn leaves being swept away by the wind.

"How can we not cherish such a delicious you after such a cruel sacrifice~~" Fujimaru Ritsuka said that she knew this pot well and would stand on the feet of the four beautiful girls who were just reluctant to do so.

After a lobster feast, everyone started enjoying dessert, although Abigail had a generous plate of flatbread in front of her.

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't ask Abigail if she could still eat dessert after consuming over two pounds of lobster. Girls usually have a second stomach for desserts, let alone a Servant who can quickly digest food and convert it into magical energy.

But is the ahoge (cowlick) really for converting magic?

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was pondering whether his ahoge (cowlick) was due to magic or his nature, naturally ignored the calls from others until his calf was rubbed by a small foot covered in black stockings with a delicate touch.

"!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka almost jumped up.

"What's wrong, Fujimaru-kun?" The culprit, Utaha, blinked her bright eyes with a knowing smile.

She laughed quite happily, as if to say, "You're not still a DT, are you?"

"What's wrong, Kasumigaoka?" Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice barely suppressed a tremor.

After Shi Yu woke him from his reverie, she not only didn't retract her mischievous foot, but instead intensified her attack, using both feet to sneak up on him under the tablecloth.

While harassing her colleagues like a lecherous 30-year-old man, Kasumigaoka Utaha remained remarkably calm: "I wanted to ask you, what should we do next?"

"I had a plan all along, which was to split into teams, take turns attacking, and maintain contact."

"What's wrong?" Yukino and Yui looked at them with concern.

Fujimaru Ritsuka endured it with difficulty, covering her mouth: "I'm not trying to hiss, I was eating lobster and I didn't notice when I hissed from the lobster shell."

97. Abi, who used a cat to coerce the group leader into skipping class.

The thighs are the pillars that propel human progress, the breasts represent human desire for motherhood, and the hips forever guide human forward.

Fujimaru Ritsuka once thought it was absurd that old perverts could gain insights from erotic pictures, but now he understands the wisdom of his predecessors.

Based on a previous, accidental visual estimation, Kasumigaoka Utaha's stockings should have a denier count of 20, which is the standard thickness for summer stockings. From the calf upwards, the closer to the thigh, the more the flesh color is visible.

The thickness of the stockings allowed Fujimaru Ritsuka to feel the warmth of Kasumigaoka Utaha's legs as she rubbed against the tablecloth.

When she further lifted Fujimaru Ritsuka's trouser leg, the tingling sensation on her skin almost made Fujimaru Ritsuka unable to continue the conversation.

If your heart is pure, you won't be alarmed even if the sky falls! Fujimaru Ritsuka, don't let yourself be defeated by the methods of a wicked woman!

Exerting 1000% of her patience, Fujimaru Ritsuka picked up the orange juice on the table, took a sip to cover up her actions, and then glared fiercely at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

She knew when to stop, retracting her restless feet and maintaining her usual smile. Resting her chin on her hand, she said, "Oh dear, Fujimaru-kun cut his mouth on a lobster shell? Do you need me to heal you? Although my spells are sparse, I can still relieve the pain and get you back to speaking."

"No need, it's nothing serious."

I must find a way to punish that guy later!

Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her cheek, coughed a few times, and regained control: "As I mentioned before, the London Caverns and the Spirit Tomb Albion are about to undergo tremendous changes. The strange creatures that are born there have an inseparable connection with Heroic Spirits. If we don't get involved, the consequences will be unimaginable."

“But before we leave, we must stabilize Chiba Prefecture, right?” Yukino asked, fiddling with the broccoli on her plate with her fork, her voice tinged with worry.

Fujimaru Ritsuka can understand Yukino's sorrow.

Chiba Prefecture, an important part of the Tokyo metropolitan area, covers an area of ​​over 5,000 square kilometers and has a resident population of over 6 million. It is surrounded by the sea on three sides, with only the Kanto Plain in the north bordering Ibaraki Prefecture. Can Chaldea, with its current small crew, really manage to handle this vast region before the changes occur in London?

Reflecting on the fact that Chaldea hadn't even established a basic organizational framework, Yukino felt even more distressed—Chaldea, having inherited management authority from the Special Affairs Bureau, also bore obligations. If multiple egregious and unresolved incidents occurred in Chiba Prefecture, it would leave a negative mark on the Special Affairs Bureau's records. At that point, they would have every right to reclaim management authority.

But the strange creatures she encountered at noon today made Yukino wonder how many similar beings might exist throughout Chiba Prefecture.

Thinking about this, she began to suspect that the Special Affairs Bureau had been considering taking back Chiba Prefecture from the very beginning when they handed it over to them.

If a negotiator from the Special Affairs Bureau were here, they would probably cry foul. Previously, the frequency of strange occurrences wasn't too high, so the Special Affairs Bureau, headquartered in Tokyo, had ample resources to handle the Chiba Prefecture incident. At most, there would only be a few missing persons, not enough to cause any major problems.

While the occurrence of strange events in the past has a high degree of randomness, most of the time it is related to the number of people living in a place: the closer to a large city, the more likely strange events are to occur.

Therefore, the Special Affairs Bureau simply set up special affairs bureaus in selected locations within major metropolitan areas of Japan, and then used other temples and shrines with extraordinary abilities, or bounty hunters, to solve problems.

But now that the frequency of strange occurrences has increased, Tokyo's Special Affairs Bureau is overwhelmed, running around all day dealing with minor incidents. They can't help but start to worry about Chiba Prefecture, which they were recently appointed to oversee.

Fujimaru Ritsuka said there was no need to worry: "We can consider retaining some areas outside of Chiba City and contracting out the rest."

"Well, that's the only way." The other three nodded in unison.

The so-called jurisdiction over Chiba Prefecture is primarily based on legal authority granted to Chaldea, allowing them to prioritize the handling of strange events throughout the prefecture through an official agency model. Theoretically, if other shrines or temples, or even bounty hunters, undertake missions in Chiba Prefecture, they must report to Chaldea and receive a cut depending on the circumstances—although private bounty hunters, in particular, will only secretly make their money without uttering a word.

If other regions are handed over to capable local organizations, the result will only be a loose alliance, which is not conducive to Chaldea's future dominance in Chiba Prefecture.

But this is a necessary sacrifice.

After all, if arrangements aren't made in Chiba Prefecture quickly, local security and order could easily be compromised once they all travel to London, potentially causing even bigger trouble.

"So all we need to do is take care of things in Chiba City, and leave the negotiations with other regions to Haruno-nee." Fujimaru Ritsuka happily added another burden to Haruno's burden.

Yang Nai was happily arranging the shopping list at the mansion, completely unaware that her unscrupulous boss had given her an extra task.

I hope my sister (Yang Nai) won't be so exhausted that she vomits blood. Amen.

The three girls shared a common goal and silently prayed for the poor working class.

Abigail finally finished the pancakes in front of her and raised her hand happily, asking, "So, Abigail, do you want to join in too? Abigail wants to get some exercise."

“No way, Abigail is our strongest fighter right now. She should be sitting in the mansion, taking online classes. We’ll only use you as our trump card when we encounter a big shot.” ​​Fujimaru Ritsuka gently stroked Abigail’s bun, but her words made Abigail feel like she had fallen into an ice cave.

"Um...but..." Abby bit her finger, thinking about what to do.

She didn't want to attend online classes or do homework anymore. She thought she could take advantage of the break from clearing Chiba Prefecture to go find cat food (or gossip) with everyone, but the leader simply handed over the outside areas to others, greatly reducing her workload.

However, she suddenly remembered something, and her eyes lit up.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Abigail with a smile, not pointing out her desire to skip class, wanting to see what excuse the little one could come up with to avoid the burden of online classes.

However, Abigail had already grasped the future, and she played her trump card: "Captain, as cats, Nosh and Ruthel can get information from their own kind. Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

The two cats, held high by Abby, wore disdainful expressions, as if to say: "Human, why don't you kneel down at the feet of my great master?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her hands: "You won."

"Great!"

98. Come, let me see the remaining value of you, little kitten.

Noshu and Rutal felt they had earned Abigail face, and they both became arrogant, looking like silly, adorable little Earthlings.

They didn't notice the pitying look in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes.

At this moment, Abigail picked up the two cats and placed them on her lap, scratching their chins and bellies. The two cats, overwhelmed with gratitude, lay sprawled on her lap, their bellies exposed, their large eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, deeply moved.

Finally, my owner realized how good we are, meow! Although that guy also received praise like me, it's okay, I'll definitely do better than him.

The cats were enjoying Abigail's massage when they heard her say softly, "To better help the captain and resolve the local problems, remember to organize a cat intelligence team."

"One cat, half of the total. We need to get this started in Chiba City first. Today I want to see your spies everywhere, in every street and alley, inside and outside every home."

"Then, outside of Chiba City, even if the regional leaders are handed over to other people, you still need to organize cats that can supervise them."

"You must capture every piece of intelligence, whether it's something strange or something extraordinary, you must find out clearly what might affect Chaldea's operations in Chiba."

Abigail stroked their bellies, laughing as she spoke words that would delight capitalists and make them see her as a kindred spirit.

Noshu and Rutal licked their noses and suddenly felt the hand on their stomachs getting heavier.

My own little owner is so biased towards outsiders! Not only that, they're also ruthlessly exploiting our cats' remaining value! Cats need to sleep 16 hours a day, otherwise they'll be in bad shape and shed a lot of fur.

"Meow~~" They protested against this exploitation of the cats' hard-earned money, but only received a tightening grip from Abigail's hand in return.

Abigail smiled warmly: "Whoever does well will receive a special reward! But if you fail to do well, be careful, you won't get the reward and you'll be punished instead. The punishment is tentatively to hang you up and put a bowl of really fragrant cat food in front of you."

Noshu and Rutal gave in, heads bowed, ears drooping. Then they simultaneously transformed into a beam of light and rushed out the door.

"Meow? Meow meow meow! (Didn't you think you couldn't handle it? Why don't you just stay on your owner's lap and not leave!)"

"Meow! Meow, meow, meow meow!" (Nonsense! If I keep delaying, you'll collect all the cats in Chiba City. How am I supposed to complete the mission then!)

Noshu and Rutal raced toward the position of the top cat intelligence officer in Chiba City.

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched this scene with a strange sense of familiarity, as if she were seeing a ferocious creature that looked like a bear, a wolf, and a dog cruelly oppressing a cute cat.

Abigail looked satisfied, her little face flushed, as tempting as a Fuji apple, making one want to take a bite.

She cupped her face in her hands, looking a little melancholy: "Commander, did Abby do something bad? I feel my heart beating so fast, just like when I did something wrong before."

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Goodness, so you get excited when you do bad things?

Yukino, Yui, and Utaha: Is there even a question? Not only did they give the little kitten 10107, it seems like they didn't even get any funding allocated to her, right?

Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked her little head, momentarily at a loss for words, and could only give Yukino a meaningful look.

As expected of a capitalist's daughter, Yukino was born with the seeds of evil. She calmly said, "Noshu and Ruthal are your cats, right?"

"Yes."

"They chose to work hard to earn a reward from their owner, right?"

"It seems so."

"The two of them organized the cats to go on missions, which was a bit tiring, but wasn't it all for the sake of saving all the creatures in Chiba Prefecture that were plagued by strange occurrences?"

"That makes sense..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka also thought of how to comfort Abigail: "It's just making the little kitten work overtime, it's not even a minor offense. You know, there's a group of capitalists who, in order to gain political benefits and cater to the misled public, deliberately collude to distort the facts, calling places where people are normally collecting raw materials slave plantations. Then, regardless of how many people there rely on growing those raw materials for their livelihood, they unreasonably refuse to buy the raw materials, even if it means losing their own business worth tens of millions."

Abigail's eyes widened. As the saying goes, comparisons are always better than understanding. Upon hearing this bizarre story, Abigail quickly adjusted her mindset and stopped worrying too much about her earlier behavior.

...Although I wasn't as excited as I thought because of it.

The other three girls, upon hearing this absurd story, all wore expressions of disbelief, believing that Fujimaru Ritsuka was merely making up a story to comfort Abigail.

Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed their expressions and couldn't help but roll her eyes—don't tell me you don't believe it, I don't believe it either. Years later, brands like H&M and Nike, using the excuse that Xinjiang's cotton harvesting violated human rights, completely stopped purchasing cotton.

Stopping her runaway train of thought, Fujimaru Ritsuka waved her hand, signaling everyone to get back to the point: "So, for now, we can openly rely on the cooperation between the Tojo Clan and the local police to conduct the search, and secretly we have the cat. As soon as the other action team members who are being trained arrive, we can start the operation immediately. Then we'll work in pairs, taking turns to strike."

After a pause, Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fist tightly: "Before we leave, we need to clean the house thoroughly. We need to remove all the filth."

"Oh!" everyone responded in hushed tones.

Isn't it just about slaying monsters? Everyone here has been through all sorts of large-scale rituals from the beginning.