In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

“That’s very much your style of attack.” Da Vinci grabbed Roman’s other arm, and the two of them pulled Roman up together.

Roman: ? ? ?

"Was that Miss Lawrence's attack method just now?" Dr. Roman didn't care that he had been hit; he just stood up and looked at Lawrence curiously.

Lawrence nodded, confirming Dr. Roman's words.

On the other side, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu were fiddling with the gems formed from Lawrence's magic.

"Miss Lawrence, may I confirm your Noble Phantasm?" Dr. Roman asked rather seriously.

"A Noble Phantasm?" Ritsuka turned her head curiously.

She still remembered the Noble Phantasms of the Heroic Spirits in the Fuyuki Singularity—some magnificent, some terrifying, some dazzling.

The terrifying magical torrents of the White Knight Anor and King Arthur, Darius III's magnificent undead army, the roar of the dragon Mordred...

Each Heroic Spirit possesses unimaginable and terrifying abilities, namely—the release of their Noble Phantasm.

A Noble Phantasm is a supernatural ability recognized by the Throne of Heroes based on items or anecdotes from the deceased's lifetime.

Lawrence thought for a moment: "After I release my Noble Phantasm, I will experience a period of mana vacuum. Since we need to conquer the singularity, my personal advice is not to let me release my Noble Phantasm here."

"Is that so...? Then could you describe the type and effect of the Noble Phantasm?"

“Okay.” Lawrence nodded.

“My first Noble Phantasm, ‘Flawless Luxury, Severed Harm’, is not lethal and is only an anti-personnel Noble Phantasm. In other words,” Lawrence looked at Roman, “I am a Heroic Spirit who is almost useless in direct combat.”

"And this too." Lawrence produced something that looked like an optical microscope.

“Ah, it’s the ‘Harley’s Mirror’.” Mash recognized the item.

Fujimaru Ritsuka recalled what she had learned in middle school: "I remember that the 'Harley's microscope' was actually the prototype of the microscope, and it was invented by Miss Lawrence."

Lawrence maintained his smile: "This is my second Noble Phantasm, 'Lens of Love,' which is also a harmless anti-personnel Noble Phantasm. I can demonstrate its effects to you."

Dr. Roman glanced at Ritsuka Fujimaru, and Ritsuka nodded.

"So--"

"I understand why I created you, as a vessel to carry my love and sorrow."

"A lens that carries love ( )".

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly felt a strange sensation in her eyes.

"Eek." The sudden discomfort startled Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"senior?"

"This is a Noble Phantasm for capturing one person. Please open your eyes, Master." Lawrence patted Fujimaru Ritsuka's head.

"Ugh—" Fujimaru Ritsuka barely opened her eyes. "This is..."

"Wow!" She was startled by what she saw.

"The target of the Noble Phantasm will gain microscope-like vision," Lawrence sighed. "It can be controlled, but it will cause eye strain."

She canceled the effect of her Noble Phantasm, and Fujimaru Ritsuka's vision returned to normal.

"It only allows for more detailed observation of things; it's a trivial treasure."

Dr. Roman nodded in satisfaction: "Thank you, Miss Lawrence."

“The data has all been recorded.” Da Vinci said, holding up the data collection sheet.

“Okay, Leonardo.” Dr. Roman took the report. “By the way, Miss Lawrence, you’re a doctor, right? There’s someone I’d like to ask you to take a look at…”

......

Olga Marie's spiritual body lay quietly and unconsciously in the container, lifeless.

“This is our true director of Chaldea, Olga Marie Animusfia,” Roman introduced.

"For certain reasons, our director can only lie here now, in a state of spiritualization, that is, a ghost." Da Vinci actually had some dissatisfaction with Olga Marie, mainly regarding the experiments on demi-servants, but now that Olga Marie has become like this, Da Vinci was honestly a little heartbroken. "This container was made by me to prevent the spiritual particles from dissipating."

“The reason we showed her to you is…” Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, looking at Lawrence with hopeful eyes, “Do you have a way to create a body that the director can possess?”

Lawrence did not answer, but instead moved closer to Olga Marie's spiritual body and observed it closely.

"At the moment, I—don't have that confidence." Lawrence shook his head, giving a disappointing answer.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes dimmed slightly, and Roman smacked his lips.

"However, if I have enough high-quality materials, and with Leonardo's assistance, I might be able to create a simple body for possession."

Leonardo da Vinci smiled broadly.

"As expected of you, Lawrence, a 'jack-of-all-trades' whose genius is on par with mine."

"Then, while focusing on the strategy, let's try to collect materials that can be used to create a physical body." Dr. Roman breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't impossible.

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Chapter 227 Ritsuka's Dream

The night before heading to the First Singularity.

Since Da Vinci is not Fujimaru Ritsuka's Servant, and due to the instability of Sheba, he will stay in Chaldea to maintain the system's operation and create Mystic Codes for Fujimaru Ritsuka in his workshop that can withstand a large amount of magical energy.

The magical energy consumption of Master Fujimaru Ritsuka's subordinate Servants is not the responsibility of Ritsuka herself, but is handled by the magical energy reactor located in Chaldea. However, Ritsuka herself is essentially a magical energy converter.

The magical energy output from Chaldea must pass through Ritsuka's body before it can be transmitted to the Servant.

Lawrence was in the workshop maintaining Sheba with Leonardo da Vinci, while also checking on Olga Marie's condition.

Meanwhile, the Demi-Servant Mash and Master Fujimaru Ritsuka were sleeping in preparation for tomorrow's spirit particle transfer.

Inside the Chaldea staff dormitory, Fujimaru Ritsuka was already asleep.

However, she didn't seem to be sleeping soundly.

......

"Harley, promise me you'll keep going and drink this water."

A male voice came from Ritsuka's first-person perspective, and Ritsuka's eyes followed the viewer's gaze downwards.

What appeared in my field of vision seemed to be... Miss Lawrence, whom I had summoned during the day?

But Miss Lawrence's condition... seems a little off?

The woman was breathing weakly, her eyes were half-open and half-closed, and her breath was barely a whisper.

"Lawrence...am I going to die...?"

"You won't die, believe me!"

Before Fujimaru Ritsuka could think, the perspective shifted to another scene.

“Harley…Harley…” The real Lawrence pressed his forehead against the woman’s palm.

The man trembled, desperate and powerless.

The woman struggled to sit up and cupped Lawrence's face in her hands.

Ritsuka's heart trembled slightly.

"How I long to kiss you one more time... my love..."

Crystalline tears slid down the woman's cheeks.

This... must be the owner of that appearance, the wife of Mr. Lawrence, the woman only recorded as Harley.

Lawrence, suppressing his grief, stood up and embraced his beloved.

A tragic and desperate, poignant and helpless gaze.

The two kissed gently.

Ritsuka had no other thoughts; all she felt was sadness and shock.

......

“That was just now…” Ritsuka sat up, staring blankly at the blanket in front of her.

"what."

When I touched the corner of my eye, I found a few tears clinging to it.

“That belongs to… Mr. Lawrence…”

hum-

The door opened, and a pink-haired girl walked in carrying a small white animal.

"Ah, Senpai, you're already up. Huh?" Mashu walked to the bedside and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was wiping away tears, with some concern. "Senpai, why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell? Or are you under a lot of mental stress?"

"I'm fine, Mashu, I just..." Ritsuka was a little doubtful, "had a dream?"

"Dream? What dream?" Mashu was a little confused.

"I think I dreamt about...something from Miss Lawrence's life?"

"Ugh?"

......

"That's how it is." Fujimaru Ritsuka said, a little embarrassed.

Lawrence sat to one side, head down.

“What Ritsuka described does happen quite often. Masters dream about things that happened to the Servant they contracted with before their death. It’s just experiencing things from the Servant’s perspective, and there are no side effects.” Dr. Roman sat in front of the instrument with a smile. “In fact, this situation may deepen the understanding between the Master and the Servant.”

“I understand.” Ritsuka nodded.

"Miss Lawrence, are you alright?" Dr. Roman noticed that Lawrence seemed a little down and asked.

Before the transfer of spiritual particles, all abnormal states must be eliminated.

"...I have no problem, it won't affect the spirit transfer." Lawrence raised his head, with the same smile as yesterday. He looked warm, but there was always a feeling of keeping people at a distance.

After thinking it over, Dr. Roman decided to trust Lawrence.

Summoned by Fujimaru Ritsuka, Lawrence was a close friend of Leonardo da Vinci in his lifetime and was someone who could be completely trusted. Dr. Roman believed that she could distinguish between what was important and what was urgent.