People in Type-Moon have a hero simulator.

Goodness, do mages these days really prefer melee combat?

When we meet next time, are you going to build a Battle Fury?

"Wait, you're the last one..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to continue asking questions, but when the arrow struck and the powerful wind pressure hit, the sensation made her realize once again that this was not a war she could interfere in.

Fujimaru Ritsuka once again experienced firsthand the weakness of humanity.

"Senior, let's go quickly."

Mashu grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka and ran towards the exit; this was not a place for them to linger.

escape.

Is there nothing else I can do besides run away?

As Fujimaru Ritsuka fled, she pondered, clutching the amulet in her hand and silently praying.

Brother, tell me what to do.

Fujimaru Ritsuka knew that there would be no response. Even if her brother did hear her, he would at most reply with "I can't hear you."

left.

Fujimaru Ritsuka left Atlas Institute, and then a huge explosion was heard. They didn't even have time to turn around and look at the explosion.

At the same time, a golden light shot out from the direction of the holy city and headed towards the distant mountains, while another azure lightning bolt seemed to rush over to block the other.

Chapter 133 That kind of thing... at least ten years from now.

Holmes was naturally a worthy opponent of Fujimaru Kyoya, but the difficulty of dealing with Holmes exceeded Fujimaru Kyoya's expectations.

Deducing someone's next move based on their every action isn't particularly difficult, but to achieve this level of skill in such a high-frequency battle is what Sherlock Holmes was capable of.

Instead of speculating based on martial arts skills, Holmes used scientific methods to reason – this is the basic deductive method of Sherlock Holmes.

"Clang~"

In the clash of weapons, the immense force sent Holmes flying. Even though Holmes could barely resist with his skills, he was far too weak in the face of absolute power.

"Boom!"

An explosion was heard, and Holmes had finally achieved his goal: to delay the self-destruction of Astra House until it was finally complete.

"I see. But you should know that an explosion of this magnitude can injure me but not kill me."

Fujimaru Kyouya could feel the power of the explosion, but once he started to escape, the damage from the explosion was limited.

We're already quite close to the outside; as long as we're not in the center of the explosion, killing him would be virtually impossible.

But Holmes will die, without even taking a head, and just roll back to Valhalla. This kind of deal isn't exactly a bargain.

With almost no time for Holmes to rest, Fujimaru Kyoya pierced Holmes' body with a backhand sword. Since this wise man was so pleased with his plan, let him perish in his own trap.

Those who are good swimmers drown, and those who play with fire get burned—this is an unchanging truth throughout history.

Having dealt with Holmes, Fujimaru Kyoya quickened his pace to leave the area, at least before the explosion reached that place.

"This guy left in such a hurry, he probably doesn't read any detective novels."

Holmes clutched his wound, showing no fear even as an explosion loomed, because in the novels, as long as no one saw the detective's body, the detective could survive no matter how dangerous the situation.

This is Sherlock Holmes's way of surviving.

……

"Boom!"

The explosion at Astra Institute eventually affected Fujimaru Kyoya, sending him flying quite a distance. He was already slightly injured from Bedivere's sneak attack, and this incident only worsened his condition.

"Cough cough~ Ritsuka, that stubborn guy, hasn't changed at all."

Fujimaru Kyoya coughed up blood and then began searching for traces of the Chaldea group. Fortunately, the exit led to the desert, and the Chaldea group's footprints remained in place.

If you follow these footprints, you should be able to find them quickly.

Just as Fujimaru Kyoya was pondering, a golden beam of light, like a giant lance, pierced into the distant mountains. At the same time, azure electricity shot out from the desert, intercepting the attack halfway.

"Even if they join forces, they're no match for us?"

Fujimaru Kyoya marveled at the power of the Mountain Elder, after all, it had only been a short time before he had forced Rungomminiad, who was far away in the Holy City, to take action.

And that attack just now was clearly Ramses II's doing. If he and the Old Man of the Mountain had joined forces, Rungomminiad wouldn't have been guaranteed a victory, not to mention Vortigern and Merlin were also present. That's why Rungomminiad needed to rely on his own strength.

At this point, Fujimaru Kyoya could actually betray the regime. If he simply acknowledged that his sister had the ability to save the world, then this singularity would be easily resolved.

But what happens after that?

Does her younger sister always have such a luxurious entourage?

Fujimaru Kyouya was once involved in the battle between the Aozaki sisters. Even with his cheat codes activated, he still felt weak at that moment, let alone his sister who didn't have any cheat codes to use.

Humans are too fragile; once killed, they die.

Fujimaru Kyoya doesn't want his sister to die. Even if death is inevitable, he'll at least... wait until ten years after his own death.

Suddenly, a familiar magical power surged through him; the feeling was... Lancelot.

"So that's how it is. So we ran into that guy. What an unlucky fellow."

Fujimaru Kyoya recalled Rungominiad's arrangements: Agravure would handle the internal affairs of the Holy City, Gawain would preside over the Holy Bachelor ceremony, Tristan and Mordred would be responsible for conquering the deep mountains, and the defense of the desert area would be left to Lancelot.

Although Lancelot has always had questionable personal conduct, he is still among the top tier of the Knights of the Round Table in terms of strength.

Even though Lancelot is easily swayed by women, holding off the Chaldea group isn't a problem, until Kyoya Nofujimaru arrives...

The end of Chaldea has come.

Fujimaru Kyou thought so too, but when he got closer to the source of the magic, he saw an incredible scene.

Lancelot, the first knight of the Round Table, was utterly defeated by a girl named Mash.

In that instant, Fujimaru Kyoya did not immediately step forward to help Lancelot, but instead wondered if Merlin was casting an illusion on him nearby.

"Lancelot actually got beaten up by Mash? Why am I having such a strange dream?"

Considering his innate talent of "all phenomena are not phenomena", there should be no illusion that can deceive him. Although it is unbelievable, this should not be an illusion.

Fine, let's go rescue him.

Fujimaru Kyoya drew his sword and attacked the Chaldea group, but then something even more incomprehensible happened.

"Clang~"

The pure white holy sword blocked the path of Chang Qingyongche's sword, and Lancelot, who had just been brutally beaten, actually blocked Fujimaru Kyoya's attack.

"Lancelot?"

"I'm sorry, Lloyd, but I think I can't stand on your side this time."

Looking disheveled, Lancelot said with a hint of apology, "As expected, someone like him is perfect for the role of 'traitor.'"

"Why?"

"Because of that girl."

Lancelot glanced at Mash. If it were his son, and he dared to do what he just did, then it would truly be a case of a father seeing his son still alive and pulling out seven wolves.

But now that my son has become a daughter, what a piece of trash my son is! He's nowhere near as good as my daughter.

"So that's how it is. Your XP is like this? I'll kill you."

Although Fujimaru Kyoya knew that the person in front of him was a lecher, Mashu was a minor. This bastard dared to lay a hand on Mashu today, and he would dare to lay a hand on his own sister tomorrow.

It seems that since they are now colleagues, Fujimaru Kyoya will not break his third leg, after all, he is not some kind of demon.

Give me your two eggs.

Today, Fujimaru Kyoya is going to make Lancelot a lone commander.

Bomb disposal expert Kyoya Fujimaru joins the hunt tonight.

Chapter 134 Becoming the Person You Hate 11/102

"Wait, I think you've misunderstood me."

Lancelot felt the increasingly powerful offensive and understood the problem in his words. He had to explain it as soon as possible, otherwise, if he betrayed the Knight of the Lake after just being beaten up by a girl, everyone would probably think he was involved in the BDSM community.

"Misunderstanding? There's no misunderstanding, I know you too well."

Fujimaru Kyoya showed no mercy; this kind of guy who preys on minors deserves to be blasted to smithereens.

That's my daughter.

"Daughter? You guys still play this kind of game?"

Fujimaru Kyoya's worldview was once again shaken. Everyone knew that Lancelot had a son named Gahalad, but no one had ever heard of any daughter's deeds.

What else could this be but some kind of perverted play?

In Fujimaru Kyoya's opinion, how could Lancelot, that old lecher, only have eyes for Mashu? He must also be interested in his sister.

This dog breed wants to take advantage of me? Damn it, if you have this scrotum, give it a try.

"Mash, please explain this to your father."

Lancelot withstood Fujimaru Kyoya's attack. After all, Fujimaru Kyoya had already been weakened and affected by the explosion, while Lancelot, having rested and prepared, was not afraid.

But this concerns my reputation.

"Father, the enemy is in your hands now. We will meet at the temple of Ramses II."

Mashu is a good girl, a consensus shared by everyone in Chaldea. However, at this moment, perhaps influenced by Galahad's spirit origin within her, this good girl is practically a bereaved daughter.

They don't even blink when it comes to selling out their fathers.

"Mash, won't this..."

"It's alright, those are the strongest Knights of the Round Table, and didn't the Old Man of the Mountain say that the Holy Grail of this singularity was taken by Ramses II, and we need to retrieve it?"

Mashu was originally a homunculus and had no concept of parents or anything like that. With Galahad's influence, she was unaware that her act of selling her father had reached a new level.

As for Lancelot...