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

The wyvern flew very fast, but this was a jungle, and there were no means to detect the location of Servants. The group managed to throw the three berserk Servants to the ground by twisting and turning.

Sitting in a cave, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After experiencing it firsthand, I can basically confirm what the doctor said.

That kind of magical power is indeed difficult to kill with just a Servant's body.

Lawrence and Mozart set up the suggested magic array, and Camilla released Martha, who was still unconscious, from the Iron Maiden.

Martha was very beautiful. As a "saint," compared to Joan of Arc's armor, Martha's attire was completely that of a clergyman. Her long, flowing purple hair and serene face gave people an involuntary feeling of warmth.

But such a pure and holy person could fight so frantically, with bloodshot eyes and power like a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

“My beautiful young master, why did you bring back this burden?” Camilla questioned.

Fujimaru Ritsuka took out her water bottle and took a sip.

"...I believe that black dragon left a deep impression on you." Fujimaru Ritsuka did not answer directly, but instead raised this question.

No one answered, but their attitude said it all.

“…Dragons, especially famous ones, require specific ‘dragon slayers’ to kill,” Fujimaru Ritsuka continued.

“I remember Miss Martha saying during the previous battle,” Mash recalled, “that the Dragon Slayer is dead.”

“Although this is just my personal speculation, but—” Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, “the dragon-slaying hero servant who was able to kill that black dragon has probably already left the scene, and the berserk Martha must have participated in that battle.”

“You mean... Lyon?” Lawrence recalled that in Lyon, the departure of a single Servant had been confirmed.

“I don’t know, maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.” Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head. “Since there is relevant information, I should prepare for the worst.”

"The dragon is still here, but the one who slayed it is gone."

Lawrence looked at Martha and suddenly understood why Fujimaru Ritsuka had saved this poor saintess who was bound by berserk mode.

“Master, you mean…” Lawrence wanted to confirm, so he pointed at Martha.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded and smiled, "That's right."

Others: ? ? ?

Riddler, get out of Chaldea.

"I think I understand what you mean, Master." Lawrence clapped his hands and said, "Now that we've lost our dragon slayer, then—"

"We need to create a monster that can rival the dragon."

Martha's sleeping face was peaceful and serene, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

Remember your father's words: use magic to defeat magic!

Everyone, including Dr. Roman who was still in Chaldea, agreed to the plan.

Camilla's smile was contorted, and she seemed eager to try.

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath, and the last Command Seal on the back of her hand lit up.

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Chapter 251 Replenishing Mana...?

Martha was silently replaced by a different Master while she was unconscious.

After making a contract with Martha, Fujimaru Ritsuka left the cave and went to the mountaintop alone.

Joan of Arc was badly wounded. Although Lawrence had helped heal her, she was still physically and mentally exhausted and stayed in the cave to rest.

Mashu was also exhausted. She wasn't a complete Servant; she couldn't become a spirit or rely entirely on magic to sustain her body. She had already gone to sleep.

Camilla was looking at Martha, whose spirit core had just been shattered by her claw and then "revived" and contracted by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Martha emerged from her berserk state, but seemed mentally exhausted and had not yet woken up.

Mozart was also taking care of Marie, who was also very tired after unleashing her Noble Phantasm during the day.

Fujimaru Ritsuka climbed to the top of the mountain. There was a small flat area at the top, where Fujimaru Ritsuka sat and looked at the sky.

She reflected on everything that had happened so far.

The girl buried her head deeply in her arms, lost in thought.

The moon is very round and bright tonight, and there are almost no clouds or stars in the sky.

During the day, when the pitch-black and ugly dragon possessed her and charged at her, Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart almost stopped beating.

Thinking further back, from the Great Explosion at Chaldea, the skeletons in Fuyuki City, Yan Qing's assassination attempt, the Black Knight King and Mordred's Noble Phantasms...

Then came Orleans, with its two vampires' dangerously dangerous gazes that made her tremble, and a terrifying dragon that blotted out the sky...

She wasn't a big-hearted person; she was just an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl.

In her original life, she was just an average middle school student and a homebody with few friends.

If she hadn't ended up in Chaldea by chance and experienced all of this, she probably would have just married someone and lived a peaceful life until she died.

Therefore, she is not actually as strong as she appears.

She was simply forced to be strong.

However, as humanity's only hope, she is very rational and clear about her burdens and her own value.

Therefore, she had to be strong, even if it was a forced strength.

But......

"I'm...so scared..." Fujimaru Ritsuka's tears rolled down her cheeks, but she held herself back, refusing to cry out loud.

Tears dripped onto the ground, wetting the stones.

The girl stared wide-eyed at the ground, weeping silently.

Why should a sixteen-year-old girl have to bear this feeling of being on the verge of life and death?

She understands her mission and is willing to devote herself to it wholeheartedly, but... she feels so wronged and so scared.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah... Ahhh..." Fujimaru Ritsuka wiped her tears with her already somewhat dirty sleeve, but she couldn't stop crying no matter what she did.

Suddenly, she felt herself being hugged.

Lawrence's gentle voice was reassuring: "Cry, Master."

"Thanks a lot."

Fujimaru Ritsuka froze for a moment, not even looking up at Lawrence, but instead burst into tears.

"Waaaaah..." Ritsuka hugged Lawrence, buried her head in his shoulder, and cried loudly.

Lawrence sighed, patted Ritsuka on the back, and stroked her head: "Cry it out..."

In a daze, I remembered that when my own child was little, I seemed to have coaxed him in the same way.

She understood why Ritsuka was crying. When Ritsuka said she wanted to go out for a walk, Lawrence, who had been a parent himself, sensed that something was wrong with the child.

With a deep sigh, Lawrence felt a pang of sympathy for the young girl.

At the prime of their lives, they have to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

Perhaps... this is what a hero is.

A hero named Fujimaru Ritsuka.

At this moment, Lawrence didn't need any words of comfort. She knew that Fujimaru Ritsuka had come out to cry so as not to affect morale, and she knew what she was doing.

After crying for a long time, Fujimaru Ritsuka finally stopped crying.

Lawrence was both amused and exasperated to discover that because Fujimaru Ritsuka had wiped all her tears onto her shoulder, the speed at which her maximum magic power was recovering had increased dramatically.

Fujimaru Ritsuka released Lawrence, her big eyes brimming with tears, still unable to hold back her sobs, and hugging her knees.

"Are you feeling any better, Master?" Lawrence used a spell to evaporate his tears and asked with concern.

"Hmm... thank you, Miss Lawrence, I feel much better." Fujimaru Ritsuka managed a weak smile.

"If you don't want to laugh, then don't." Lawrence chuckled and patted Ritsuka's head. "Laughing before you've even wiped away your tears makes you look like an idiot."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was taken aback, then burst into laughter through her tears.

"That's more like it..." Lawrence's gaze softened as he looked at the girl carrying a heavy burden.

The two remained silent for a while.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the moon and asked Lawrence beside her, "Miss Lawrence, on this journey... can we win?"

Lawrence nodded.

"Ah, we will surely win."

“And I, your servant, Lawrence Anno Falgao.”

"I will be with you until the very end."

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and said, "Miss Lawrence feels like a mother to me. She's warm, understanding, and she even cooks for me."

Lawrence was not surprised at all: "You can treat me like a mother when necessary."

He is indeed Lawrence, but the body she uses belongs to his beloved wife, and her way of doing things is naturally very similar to Harley's.

Moreover, daughters are so sweet and considerate, unlike sons who are obsessed with magic.

............

“The nearest city to you is Thiers; you can head there first,” the doctor suggested, looking at the map.

"I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka hid her softness, remaining the strong and decisive Master she always was.

Everyone regained their composure and set off from the forest.

Meanwhile, on Thiele's side...

The four Servants have already started fighting.

“This guy is disgusting, I don’t even want to stab him with my gun anymore.” Elizabeth’s expression was awkward.

"Is that a gun? Can a microphone kill someone?" Kiyohime retorted sharply.

What Elizabeth used was less a long gun and more a long microphone used during Aido performances.