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

However, she is not young anymore, already fourteen years old, and still has some communication difficulties, so Anuo has not yet found a reasonable way to communicate with her.

He could only pat Manrio on the shoulder.

Manrio stood up and followed Anno toward the restaurant.

......

Dinner was spent in difficult conversation.

Finally, Anno managed to get some information from Manrio.

Suvart did indeed acquire a large amount of wealth a little over a week ago.

Having acquired a great fortune, Suvart did not think about improving his poor quality of life. Instead, he hid some of Flora and used the rest to buy a lot of fine wine and stock up at home.

He didn't like drinking; he just liked the feeling of numbing his senses. So, getting drunk in a pub or at home was the same to him.

Manlio didn't see the person who gave Suvart the money, because the person and Suvart were discussing things outside. All Manlio knew was that the person was a man.

At this point, the matter is completely clear.

Someone paid a male model named Suvart to smear Leonardo da Vinci.

And the person who paid to hire someone to kill someone...

Anno narrowed his eyes.

After dinner, Anno decided to let Manrio stay at his house for the time being.

The way the little boy acted while eating made Anno feel a little uncomfortable.

The surprise of seeing normal food for the first time, and the hesitation of not knowing whether you should enjoy normal food.

Manrio fell asleep easily.

Anno instructed his servant, "Take good care of this little fellow." Then he went to sleep.

He hasn't slept for two days and one night, and he's still barely holding on.

......

Suvart returned to his dilapidated little house.

Seeing the door open, Suvart ran into the house in a panic.

"Manrio, where are you?" he shouted first.

Manlio did not come out.

Suvart spat angrily, "Damn it!"

He hurriedly ran to a corner inside the bed and flipped over a stone the size of a chopping board.

There is a bag under the stone.

Suvart hurriedly picked up the bag, emptied out all the Flora inside, and counted them.

Then I breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the chain in the corner and nodded.

He thought Manrio had finally run away because he couldn't bear the humiliation any longer.

Oh well, let them go if they've run away. It saves me the trouble of feeding them.

What lies beneath Suvart's handsome exterior?

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Assassin·Bindo Interlude

Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her slightly sore arms.

As the number of Heroic Spirits increased, even though the improved magic storage devices by Miss Lawrence and Miss Da Vinci could alleviate some of her magic consumption, Fujimaru Ritsuka still felt somewhat overwhelmed.

"Master, how are you feeling?" The reddish-brown-haired Heroic Spirit appeared to Fujimaru Ritsuka's right.

"I'm fine, Mr. Delon." Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a happy smile.

"I'm just a little unaccustomed to being here..."

She and Bindu are now actually in a strange, micro-singularity.

The towering, barren hills were devoid of any greenery; only endless land stretched out before them.

Bindu closed his eyes.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gritted her teeth: "Where exactly is this place?"

“…” Bindu remained silent.

He was very familiar with this place.

“This is where I died,” Bindu said, his expression somber. “It is also where my colleagues died.”

"You mean this place is..." Fujimaru Ritsuka covered her mouth.

"The hills ravaged by dragons, a symbol of Britain's destruction—Camrand." Bindu nodded.

"We were inexplicably transported here..."

"Master, stand behind me." Bindu said solemnly, shielding Fujimaru Ritsuka behind him.

A group of bipedal dragons roared as they flew over from the horizon.

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

Bindu is an Assassin capable of assassinating multiple dragons; wyverns cannot pose a threat to Bindu unless there are a sufficient number of them.

"Where exactly is this place?" Fujimaru Ritsuka wondered, somewhat troubled. "Why can't we contact Chaldea?"

Bindu's longsword was stained with blood.

He stood silently in the setting sun.

This world is always a sunset.

The wyvern's corpse lay on the ground, a sight that Fujimaru Ritsuka had grown accustomed to.

“Master.” Bindu, with his back to Fujimaru Ritsuka, looked at the still sun.

"Mr. Delon?"

"This...is not some independent space."

"Hey?"

“It’s not even a minor singularity.” Bindu’s eyes dimmed slightly. “It’s just the dream of a weak knight.”

"Is it... the dream of a weak knight?" Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to understand something.

Bindu turned around, and behind him was a group of two-legged wyverns that continued to fly in from the horizon.

"Just a dream born from a knight's regret at not witnessing victory." Bindu chuckled self-deprecatingly, then vanished from the spot, leaving behind a mournful roar from the horde of wyverns.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared blankly at the knights soaring through the sky, lost in thought.

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

“Tell me about what happened back then, Mr. Delian.” Fujimaru Ritsuka sat on a rock, resting her chin on her hand.

“I don’t know.” Bindu shook his head. “In my memory, I just threw my armor on the ground and kept fighting.”

“Until…the moment we were devoured by the dragons.” As soon as Bindu finished speaking, wings appeared on the horizon, blotting out the sky.

His calm gaze instantly turned murderous as he looked towards the horizon.

Fujimaru Ritsuka patted Bindu's armor: "Go."

Bindu smiled and nodded, then disappeared from the spot.

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

“As you can see, Master.” Bindu’s armor was stained red with blood, the blood of dragons. “As long as I am here, this dream will continue to unfold, and new alien species will appear.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka knew what Bindo was going to say. The light of the setting sun illuminated the girl's cheeks, making her look incredibly gentle.

Bindu refused to look into those overly gentle eyes and lowered his head: "If I were to relive that ending... this dream would surely shatter."

"Do as you please." Fujimaru Ritsuka grinned confidently, revealing her teeth. "You can't force yourself not to fight, can you, Lord Bindo?"

Bindu remained silent.

On the horizon, several giant dragons appeared.

Bindu turned his head to take a look.

He knelt on one knee before Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Then, I obey the king's command, Master."

"Yes, go, knight." The girl clenched her fist and looked at the knight. "Run! You must pierce the dragon's heart!"

Bindu disappeared from the spot.

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Chapter 186 Redemption and Being Redeemed

the next day.

Compared to its former bustling atmosphere, Verrocchio's studio is now incredibly quiet.

Girandaio sprawled on the sofa, utterly uninterested: "Botticelli and Lawrence are busy with Leonardo's affairs, while the teacher and Mr. Ludovic have been staying in the office. Oh, and Perugino, it seems like Credy hasn't been to the studio these past few days?"

“I don’t know…” Perugino was heartbroken and had no interest in creating anything. He silently fiddled with his paintbrush. “Maybe he’s running around because of Leonardo.”

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Girandayo was somewhat annoyed: "Really, at such a crucial moment, I was so...powerless?"

He was in a lot of pain.

Verrocchio hadn't had a chance to share the current situation with Girandaio and Perugino, so the two of them were still completely confused.

...In Anno's mansion.

Anno is still unsure whether Kreddy is the person behind it all, but based on Anno's observations of Kreddy over the past few days, Kreddy is at least a prime suspect.

Anno explained to Manrio what had happened between Leonardo and Suvart these past few days.