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

It's so hard to finally see the teacher, but if the reunion is so short, then it's the most painful thing.

“We didn’t have anything of value on our side, only two Servants who were under a spell, and they’ve already been eliminated.” Mordred nodded.

It seems that this intelligence gathering has yielded quite a lot of information.

......

South of London, Sutton.

Inside a house, a little girl in a black dress is taking care of a woman.

That woman was none other than Lawrence, who had almost been sent back to the Throne of Heroes by Arnold I during the day.

The little girl sighed, "Big...big sister, wake up quickly, or you'll really die if you keep sleeping."

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Chapter 722 A Collection of Nursery Rhymes, Picture Books, and Fairy Tales

Lawrence opened his eyes slightly, but then closed them again after frowning in pain.

"Uh......"

pain.

My whole body aches. Even if I try to make a sound, my chest and lungs are in excruciating pain.

"Big sister, are you awake?" A little girl's voice rang in Lawrence's ears.

Lawrence slightly opened her eyes and looked to the side, where she could vaguely see a little girl with light pink hair standing beside her, looking at her with a worried expression.

"You are... uh!—"

"Cough cough—cough—! Pfft!"

Lawrence only said one sentence, but suddenly felt a burning pain in his chest, and he involuntarily coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

"Ha...ha—ah—ah..."

She was breathing heavily, her eyes wide open, trying her best to suppress the pain and not cry out.

The little girl with light pink hair touched Lawrence's head worriedly, then ran outside. She returned shortly with some papers and helped Lawrence wipe the blood from his mouth and nose.

"Thank you...thank you..." Lawrence said politely.

She has more or less figured out what's going on with her current situation.

"I have a bottle of medicine tied around my neck..." Lawrence tried his best to keep his voice down so as not to aggravate his injuries.

The pink-haired little girl understood what Lawrence meant, took the gem potion from Lawrence's neck, and fed it to him.

The gem potion was very effective; Lawrence's broken bones and shattered, displaced internal organs were restored under its influence, but the pain remained intense.

"Ugh—sigh..." Lawrence coughed up the last mouthful of blood that had been stuck in his throat, sat up, and finally regained his sight.

"Great, big sister, you've finally recovered!" The pink-haired little girl looked very happy.

"Um... thank you, unknown servant." Lawrence forced a weary smile to maintain basic decorum. "Did you save me?"

"Yes! Big Sister Lawrence, you were almost dead! Nursery Rhyme transformed into a prince, and the monster became confused, so Big Sister Lawrence was saved!" The servant who called himself Nursery Rhyme held Lawrence's hand and showed an innocent and cute smile.

Looking at that smile, Lawrence's hands involuntarily clenched slightly.

Simon.......

"How do you know my name, um... Nursery Rhyme? Is that your real name?" Lawrence rubbed her forehead, feeling extremely confused and unable to think clearly.

“Because Big Sister is the antidote to tragedy, that’s why I know Big Sister’s name!” Nursery Rhyme jumped up and sat down next to Lawrence, reaching out to pat Lawrence’s head. “Nursery Rhyme is Nursery Rhyme, not a Servant based on a person, but a Servant based on stories and fairy tales!”

"Because this place has so many stories, so many nursery rhymes came about here."

"Is that so..." Lawrence couldn't understand why she was the "antidote to tragedy," nor did she understand what it meant to be a "servant based on stories and fairy tales." She only felt an emptiness in her heart, with countless memories and thoughts tied in a knot. Lawrence stood in this knot, wanting to escape but not daring to take a step.

Tong Yao put her finger to her mouth, looking a little strange: "Sister Lawrence, something's strange about me."

"Huh?" Lawrence snapped out of his daze and glanced at Tong Yao beside him, but he hadn't actually heard what Tong Yao was saying.

"Logically, when nursery rhymes are close to other people, they can become like their childhood 'best friend,' but why can't nursery rhymes become like Lawrence's childhood friend?"

"...Maybe it's because I didn't have a childhood." Lawrence smiled nonchalantly. "Why would Nursery Rhyme want to rescue me?"

"Because you are the cure for tragedy, big sister," Tong Yao said with a smile.

"I've had enough of tragic endings. I sometimes want to witness a happy and beautiful ending." Tong Yao's face was filled with sadness. "I've collected all the fairy tales and all the picture books, but there isn't a single story that is truly happy and beautiful."

谷尅

Lawrence looked at the nursery rhyme silently, his eyes dim.

A tragic... ending...?

Yes, I've had enough...

Tongyao looked up and met Lawrence's eyes: "Tongyao can comfort that poor prince. Big sister, can you apologize to the prince? If the prince forgives you, maybe you can both find happiness!"

"An apology...?" Lawrence's eyes regained a little light.

......No.

I have no right to apologize to that child.

The hurt he suffered, the pain he endured, could not be quelled by mere apologies.

“Big sister, you don’t need to think so much.” Tong Yao took Lawrence’s hand and patted it gently, as if comforting a child. She still had a smile on her face, but Lawrence could see a hint of sadness. “Because a prince is a prince. Even if there are monsters, he is still a prince.”

"In that little story, the little prince is incredibly kind. Even though he has been sad before, he will really accept a sincere apology!"

“…Ah…” Lawrence’s eyes lowered.

If nursery rhymes are truly a collection of picture books and fairy tales, then "The Prince and the Monster" must be one of its components.

Therefore, she could feel the child's pain and despair.

Lawrence knew that the nursery rhyme was true.

Nora Broer is a kind and pure child.

As long as the apology is sincere, even a false one, Arnold One will gladly accept it and let the hatred dissipate.

......but.

Can't do it.

All that pain, all that madness, all that despair, all reduced to a single apology...

Even if Norra accepts it and no longer resents the Zorgon (Matou) clan...

"...So, does that mean I have to bear the guilt?" Lawrence gritted his teeth.

This is akin to the guilt of deception...

"No, I..."

Lawrence ultimately did not choose to break free from this mental cage.

"Let me think about it some more..."

Her fingernails dug into her scalp, and her body trembled slightly.

"I... I don't know what to do, I don't know how..."

Tong Yao looked at Lawrence, who was terrified and on the verge of collapse, pursed her lips, stood up, and gently wiped away Lawrence's tears.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid…” she patted Lawrence on the back. “I just gave Lawrence a chance. If it’s guilt, nursery rhymes can bear it.”

“…No, child.” Lawrence’s expression was somber. “I know, that’s what I…should do.”

"Norla, and my descendants..."

"It's all something I should be responsible for..."

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Chapter 723 The Obsession Belonging to the Lawrence Bloodline

Chaldea, control room.

"No, I still can't get in touch with them." After making another request to communicate, only to receive a static sound, Roman angrily slapped his leg.

The atmosphere in the control room was incredibly oppressive, and everyone looked preoccupied.

Shortly after Master Fujimaru Ritsuka entered the singularity, communications were cut off and have not been restored to this day.

One Master, three Servants, and one pet, all of whom are still missing.

"Don't worry, Romani." Da Vinci stood beside Roman, patted his shoulder, and gently comforted him, "Ritsuka isn't the kind of child who would get into trouble. The communication being cut off clearly indicates that something else interfered. They'll be fine."

"I'm still standing here, so don't worry, you seemingly useless acting director." Hijikata Toshizo, dressed in a Japanese kimono, sat at the back of the control room, sipping some sake he had somehow managed to get his hands on. However, judging from his expression, he was indeed very worried about Fujimaru Ritsuka's condition.

The fact that he is still alive means that his contractor is not in mortal danger. This is the only information that Chaldea currently has: that Fujimaru Ritsuka is at least not dead.

Roman nodded, sighed, and looked at the screen.

"Even without our support, Ritsuka, you must stay safe..."

On the hospital bed in the infirmary, a figure's eyelashes trembled slightly.

......

“I can sense that Miss Lawrence’s condition has stabilized now,” Fujimaru Ritsuka said, looking at the back of her hand.

It was noticeable that Lawrence's condition was much better than before, when he was weak or even barely able to breathe.

Mashu and Manrio were finally relieved.

“We now have two problems in front of us.” Fujimaru Ritsuka’s spirits had recovered somewhat, and she naturally wanted to continue to tackle this singularity. “We don’t know what exactly happened to Miss Lawrence and Miss Simonetta, but Croydon must be in danger, otherwise… Miss Simonetta wouldn’t have left the scene, and Miss Lawrence wouldn’t have been in a near-death situation before.”

Camilla stood in the corner of the room, her hands gripping her arms turning slightly white, her teeth biting her lip.

"That little girl..."

She was thinking about Simonetta.

He formed a contract with Fujimaru Ritsuka during the French Singularity, and his closest people are Fujimaru Ritsuka, Lawrence, and Camilla.