In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

So far, she has encountered nearly a dozen Heroic Spirits, but none of them are as generous as this big shot.

They'd only known each other for less than half a day, and he'd already given her the Primal Rune as a gift...

If this gets out, it would infuriate at least half of the magicians!

With such strength, generosity, and easygoing personality, you can't find a teammate like that even with a lantern!

Fujimaru Ritsuka instantly solidified her resolve: she must cultivate a good relationship with this powerful figure!

With legs this thick, I have to hold on tight!

Seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka's silly grin, Anaun shook his head and smiled.

Although the original runes were no longer considered particularly valuable to him, he wouldn't just give them to anyone.

He chose to give this gift to Fujimaru Ritsuka partly out of affection from his past life, and partly because he was moved by her determination and will.

"Saving humanity is no easy task. Although you have already traversed most of this journey, you will encounter even more powerful and terrifying enemies along the way. This power should be able to provide you with some assistance at that time."

To be honest, Yanan always felt that it was too absurd that Fujimaru Ritsuka, an ordinary magician, could pass through five singularities and arrive here unscathed.

Although they had the support of Chaldea and Mash's close protection, their opponents were no pushovers either. Under these circumstances, Fujimaru Ritsuka's ability to make it this far safely likely involved a significant amount of luck.

But luck is often the most unreliable thing, especially in the next singularity, where they will have to face the Goddess of Creation who has been revived from the inner sea of ​​the star and challenge a cataclysmic natural disaster.

Who can guarantee that Fujimaru Ritsuka will still be safe and sound when the time comes?

Therefore, Anaen chose to give the original runes to her. Although this power could not help her defeat Tiamat, it could at least improve her ability to protect herself.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Yanan, I will certainly not let you down!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said solemnly.

She secretly made up her mind that once she got back, she would ask Leonardo da Vinci to personally design a training plan for her so that she could master this power as soon as possible!

It would be really disappointing if she didn't even open her mouth when they had already fed her.

Yanan clapped his hands: "Alright, let's leave the rune discussion here for now and get down to business."

After his explanation and communication, the old village chief hesitated for a while, but finally agreed to move the village to the Holy Roman Empire.

The old village chief was not actually familiar with the Holy Roman Empire, nor did he know what the situation was like there. He agreed because they couldn't find a suitable place to go, and also because of Yanan.

After this incident, Yanan's status in the eyes of the village chief and villagers has reached an unparalleled level; they are willing to believe whatever he says.

Having made up his mind, the village chief quickly took action, going door-to-door to inform everyone.

“Mr. Yanan, is the Holy Roman Empire you mentioned really able to ensure our safe survival, so we no longer have to worry about those murderers?” Mira walked up to Yanan and asked timidly.

Yanan hesitated for a moment, then said frankly, "I cannot guarantee that, because Camelot is very strong, but I can guarantee that I will stay by your side until at least the end of the war."

“That’s enough,” Mira smiled.

She looked back at the village and whispered, "If only Dad and Mom were here at a time like this..."

A complex look appeared in Yanan's eyes as he gently stroked the little girl's head: "Don't worry, Mira, I told you, I will definitely reunite you with your father."

“Yes, I believe in Mr. Yanan!” Mira raised her head, a reassuring smile on her small face.

"Your name is Mira, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka walked over, squatted down, looked Mira in the eye, and said with a smile, "Hello, my name is Fujimaru Ritsuka, and the pink-haired lady over there is Mash. We are both Mr. Anan's partners. Nice to meet you."

Knowing that the orange-haired woman wasn't a bad person, Mira didn't show any signs of rejection and said generously, "Hello, Ritsuka-neechan, you're very beautiful."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's smile widened, and she said, "Thank you, Mira, you're cute too."

Mira lowered her head and smiled shyly.

"Mira, look, what's this?" Fujimaru Ritsuka pulled out a piece of chocolate from somewhere and waved it in front of Mira with a smile. "Have you ever seen this before?"

Xiaomi shook her head, looking completely bewildered.

"This is called chocolate, and it's very sweet." Fujimaru Ritsuka placed the chocolate in Mimi's palm. "Try it."

Xiaomila hesitated for a moment, looked up at Yanan, and saw the latter nod with a smile before carefully tearing open the packaging, breaking off a piece, and putting it in her mouth.

Savoring the slightly sweet milky aroma and silky texture, Mila couldn't help but squint her eyes, her little face full of happiness.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked with a smile.

"Mmm! It's delicious, thank you Ritsuka-neechan!" Mira nodded emphatically, then carefully wrapped the chocolate and put it into her inner pocket.

"Huh? Xiaomi, aren't you going to keep eating? There's still so much left."

Seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka's puzzled expression, Mimi scratched her head a little embarrassedly and said, "I want to keep some to share with the grandpas and grandmas in the village, and with my dad when he comes back in the future."

"Waaah, Mimi, you're such a good girl!" Fujimaru Ritsuka wiped away her tears. "But it's okay, we have plenty of this kind of thing. You don't need to be so frugal. Eat whatever you want!"

Chocolate, as a convenient and high-calorie food, was a very suitable ration for soldiers on the march. For this reason, Leonardo da Vinci specially built a machine to produce chocolate to supply the army of the Holy Roman Empire.

How she found the ingredients for making chocolate in Jerusalem remains unknown.

But if they can build off-road vehicles, then making chocolate should be a perfectly normal thing, right?

Well, even if you ask, you'll probably only get the reply, "Because I'm a genius!"

Having received Fujimaru Ritsuka's promise, Mira no longer hesitated, took out the chocolate, and happily began to eat it.

With this connection, Mira and Fujimaru Ritsuka's relationship immediately became much closer, and the two soon began to chat enthusiastically.

Watching Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly help Mira recover from her previous negative emotions, Anahn couldn't help but sigh, "As expected of Chaldea's Master."

Her ability to read people and her strong sense of approachability alone are enough to explain why so many heroic spirits are willing to help her...

Soon, the villagers packed their bags and prepared to set off for the Holy Roman Empire.

But what's troubling is that the elderly people still refuse to leave and insist on staying here.

After understanding the situation, Fujimaru Ritsuka confidently patted her chest and said, "Leave it to me," before walking towards the elderly people.

Yanan was also a little curious about how Ritsuka planned to persuade these stubborn old people, so he separated a wisp of his mental power and threw it in that direction.

After listening for a while, a look of bewilderment, both amused and exasperated, appeared on his face.

Soon, Fujimaru Ritsuka returned with a big smile on her face.

"It's done!"

"It's over so quickly? Senpai is really amazing!" Mashu looked at Ritsuka with eyes full of admiration.

Mira was also somewhat surprised and couldn't help but ask, "Ritsuka-neechan, how did you do that?"

“It’s very simple.” Ritsuka smiled smugly. “I told them that if they don’t leave, I won’t leave either. I’ll stay here and keep them company.”

Mira: ......

Yanan rubbed his temples, shook his head, and smiled wryly:

"That's really...your style."

Chapter Fourteen: The Shocking Truth

After counting the number of people and making sure no one was missing, the three led the villagers out of the canyon and reunited with the soldiers outside.

Fearing that reinforcements might catch up, they didn't linger. After a brief rest, they set off on their journey back to the Holy Roman Empire.

Before they knew it, the sun was setting and they found a suitable campsite. After confirming that there were no enemies around, they set up their tents and started a fire to cook.

Led by the village chief, some villagers brought their own cooked meals to the soldiers. They sat together, enjoying their food and chatting, which quickly warmed up the somewhat awkward atmosphere, and both sides became increasingly excited.

"That old man is amazing!" Mashu couldn't help but exclaim.

"The older the ginger, the spicier it gets; the older the person, the more shrewd they become. To be able to lead more than a hundred people to survive in this dangerous world, one must have some skill," Yanan said with a smile.

Mashu nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"By the way, Mr. Anahn, since you are a Heroic Spirit, you must also have a class, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked curiously.

Possessing both the strength of a berserker and unparalleled magical skills, she couldn't help but wonder what class this King Arthur from another world actually was.

“Strictly speaking, I am not a class at all right now.” Yanan smiled. “Unlike the Servants you know, what has descended this time is not just a side of me, but the real me sitting on the Throne of Heroes.”

"Wait, wait, wait!" A virtual screen suddenly unfolded beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Roman's figure appeared on it, his face filled with undisguised surprise and shock. "You mean, you are actually a Grand Servant!?"

“That’s not wrong,” Yanan said with a smile.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu exchanged a glance and involuntarily swallowed.

They had heard of the concept of Grand Heroic Spirits, but never imagined that they would actually meet such a legendary being one day.

No wonder the opponent's spirit origin is so massive...

“Grand Heroic Spirit…” Roman murmured, shaking his head and smiling bitterly, “Although I had some suspicions before, I was still shocked when I heard you admit it with your own ears.”

"Actually, Grand Servants aren't that great; they're just slightly stronger than regular Servants." Anahn looked at Roman with a half-smile. "What do you think, Dr. Roman?"

Roman's face stiffened instantly, and he chuckled awkwardly, "Well, um, I remember that Grand Servants are supposed to have a hard time manifesting on their own, right? Did the Counter Force send you down?"

After taking a sip of the wine he'd swiped from the soldier, Yanan wiped his mouth and said calmly, "No, it was this world that summoned me here. The Counter Force tried to stop me, but it couldn't."

Even the inhibitory force couldn't stop it...

Fujimaru Ritsuka's lips twitched, elevating the ferocity of this big shot to a whole new level.

She couldn't help but feel a surge of relief; thankfully, the other party was on their side.

Roman was speechless after Yanan's words, and could only shake his head with a wry smile before cutting off the communication.

"But why did you accept the summons?" Mash asked curiously. "Is there something about this world that attracted you?"

Yanan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's true, but there are some deeper reasons that I can't tell you right now."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry into your secrets." Mashu waved her hand somewhat flusteredly.

“It’s alright.” Yanan shook his head. “But now that you’ve finished asking your questions, isn’t it my turn to ask you?”

“No problem!” Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately sat up straight, her face serious. “Please feel free to ask me any questions.”

Having received so many benefits from the big shot, she would feel guilty if she didn't give something back.

After a moment of contemplation, Yanan said, "You've already made connections with the Holy Roman Empire, haven't you?"

“Of course.” Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded and briefly recounted how her group arrived at this singularity, happened to encounter Camelot’s army, fought with them because they could not accept their actions, were discovered by passing Holy Roman Empire soldiers, and eventually joined them.

"So... the Holy Roman Empire has been gathering refugees everywhere?" Yanan raised an eyebrow.

“That’s right, that’s why we came out here this time.” Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded and sighed. “Camelot’s army is too terrifying, and there are also those powerful Knights of the Round Table. The people of this world are no match for them. So we can only gather more people and unite everyone. Only in this way can we have a chance of winning.”

Anan stroked his chin thoughtfully: "If I'm not mistaken, the master of this empire should be Nero Claudius, right?"