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　"But even though the production is already huge, it's starting to be insufficient for the refugees here..."

　"So..."

　The girl stretched out her hand, the steel reactor in her palm

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　It appeared, then flew up on its own and connected to Otota's body.

　"Faerie Pack, connected, reactor power minimum... magic power connection output confirmed..."

　"That'll work! The Dragon God's gift isn't limited to this level! As long as he still has magic power, he will never let anyone here go hungry!"

　The speed and force of the rice gushing out became stronger and stronger.

　As long as there is magic power, there will be an endless supply of rice.

　If Otota is willing, the girl can even directly read the reaction fluctuations of his magic power and apply it to the magic furnace to directly replace Otota in connecting to the rice bag to generate rice.

　"The structure and operation of this reactor are completely different from any reactor we are familiar with..."

　Da Vinci carefully looked at the reactor on Otota's body, and then found a very serious problem.

　Her Noble Phantasm, Uomo Universale, was supposed to be able to analyze all existence. Even something as extraordinary as the Lion King's Blessing could be analyzed, though the progress was slow.

　But the reactor in front of us is not like that.

　It's not that the analysis takes a long time, but that it has not been initiated at all and cannot be analyzed at all.

　If the Lion King's blessing is an existence beyond the standard, then the weapon displayed by the girl is something beyond the standard.

　It is completely non-human and transcends the scope of human history.

　The fact that such a small volume could unleash enough magical power to fully utilize all of Chaldea's systems was completely beyond human comprehension.

　"Albion..."

　The earliest existence that was born at the same time as the Earth was probably an individual that began to move around in the Cambrian period.

　Even a dead body can be transformed into new life with such expressive power, as for its life...

　Simply unimaginable.

　"That should be enough, right? Plus the meat reserves I have..."

　"Your Excellency, Otota, I really don't know what to say..."

　Hassan with the Cursed Wrist looked at the rice all over the ground and became incoherent.

　"This is also part of the Buddha's blessing! Otherwise, I wouldn't have met Fujita!"

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　Smoke began to rise from every house in the camp.

　Instead of preparing a big pot and having people queue up to eat, it is better for each household to make their own pot.

　There is no limit on rice or water.

　You can choose rice or porridge.

　However, the meat processing had to be left to the girl. After all, it was still fantasy meat, not something you could just throw into a pot and eat. Some of its magical organs were extremely poisonous to modern humans.

　Although I feel a little sorry for Balmung, for the sake of efficiency, I can only temporarily let it down a little.

　Balmung was fixed to the ground, and the sword reflected a piercing cold light. The girl, wearing the projected gloves, grabbed the piece of meat, adjusted the angle, and then gently scratched the blade.

　The poisonous parts and the edible meat can be easily and completely separated in this way.

　The edible parts were given to Mashu to put into the pot, and the unusable parts were thrown to the Sphinx herd nearby.

　Not a single drop of saliva or expectant look was shed in vain.

　The Sphinx that was leading the group at the beginning was already lying lazily on the open space nearby, its eyes slightly narrowed under the mask, with occasional gasps coming from its nose, and its brown mane gently fluttering in the breeze.

　Occasionally, some brave children would come over and carefully touch the paws or the pads under their palms, but the Sphinx didn't react at all.

　You can fish, eat your fill, and don’t have to stare at the scorching sun in the desert all day.

　This is much better than the job benefits of the Sun King.

　Sanzang completely liberated his nature and played with the children, immersed in the crowd and laughing loudly.

　Mashu chose to stay with the girl, as if she was afraid that if she left for a while, the girl would choose to return to the darkness again.

　Lancelot and Mordred stayed together and quietly accepted the examination of Leonardo da Vinci and Romani Akiman. The two were working together to analyze how to resolve the blessing on them.

　Bedivere and Otota sat together, surrounded by a group of not very lively children, and the two of them took turns telling stories that they knew or had experienced.

　Arash sat in the watchtower, holding a glass of wine and looking down at the village.

　Although it is just rice wine, it has its benefits.

　For example, by simply accelerating the girl's time and adding a little bit of fantasy, she can brew several large barrels within a few minutes.

　It’s not a great wine, but it’s filling and filling.

　“I feel like I’m completely immersed in it…”

　Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched his head

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　Looking at the cheering scene in front of me, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

　"In this situation, they should be more cautious..."

　Hassan the Cursed Arm slowly walked to the side of Fujimaru Ritsuka, and his gratitude was hard to conceal under the skull mask.

　"But it's been half a year since the earth burned and the holy land was attacked. We've lived a very restrained life every day. At least now, we should leave our compatriots with a good memory, at least one last revelry before the end..."

　Hassan the Cursed Wrist adjusted the mask on his face as he spoke.

　"Mr. Fujimaru, thank you so much..."

　"Do not..."

　Ritsuka Fujimaru shook his head, the smile on his face turned bitter, a complex emotion flashed in his orange pupils, and his gaze slowly turned to the girl who had finished processing the meat and was sitting beside her, looking at Mashu in a daze.

　"Although we've always said we were an organization that saved humanity from being burned. But... every time we encountered something beyond our capabilities, it was Sieg who helped us deal with it..."

　I can still hear Orleans' heart-pounding roar whenever I close my eyes.

　"We were both rescued... and then she was pushed against us..."

　The so-called human evil is not a good adjective as soon as you hear it.

　But Sieg is such a gentle person...

　Along the way, they received countless help and replaced countless people before they were able to reach where they are today.

　What about Zig?

　Exiled by the world, abandoned by the world.

　At that time, the tears that flowed were...what?

　"Fujimaru-dono..."

　Hassan the Cursed Wrist was silent for a moment and then looked at the distant sky.

　"Although I haven't known you for a long time, there are some things I can still understand."

　The huge halo above the sky rotates slowly day and night, and the sky in the distance has been dyed white.

　That was a sign that the burning of the earth was approaching.

　"Lord Sieg helped you. As the one being helped, the best way to repay her is to accept her help. In her eyes, you are the weaker ones, the ones who need protection..."

　The relationship between the weak and the strong, this question has never had a clear and unified answer since its inception.

　Everyone has their own opinion and everyone has their own answer.

　"She is helping you, and in a sense, she is also seeking your help. Humans are never single individuals. Without the existence of a group, they can no longer be called human beings."

　Social relations, kinship relations, and countless other relations are like needles and threads that are constantly interwoven and woven, ultimately constituting the existence of human beings.

　The name is just a code name, but this code name has a different meaning that makes it no longer a code name.

　"Without anything to lean on, there's no motivation to keep going, no desire. Although the body is still alive, the spirit and soul are already dead."

　People are defined.

　Without this definition, human beings are meaningless.

　Because I was eager for help, I helped them...

　As Ritsuka Fujimaru listened to the words of Hassan the Cursed Wrist, he clenched his fists continuously, as if he had made up his mind.

　"People who rely on others for their existence, or those with a dependent personality, probably fall into this category."

　Human evil, of course, depends on the existence of humans.

　"That's right..."

　Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head violently, and her orange side ponytail bounced left and right in the air with her movements.

　"But then again, shouldn't Cursed Wrist celebrate? He clearly didn't eat or drink anything."

　"On this point, Mr. Fujimaru, you and I are actually the same, right?"

　Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled silently.

　"I'm waiting for Mashu to finish her work so we can eat together. As for why I didn't help..."

　Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice became softer and softer, and his cheeks became visibly redder.

　"I know absolutely nothing about cooking..."

　A whisper like the fluttering of mosquito wings came out of Fujimaru Ritsuka's mouth.

　"Haha, I see. It's okay. Actually, I'm not that good at drinking. And for some reason, this body of mine isn't too thin and can't really accept human food..."

　Listening to Fujimaru Ritsuka's explanation, Hassan of the Cursed Arm smiled cheerfully, then stretched out his arm, which had been tightly wrapped in a cloth.

　"It's a little embarrassing to say this, but since you, Mr. Fujimaru, have said so, I must also show an equal presence..."

　"Mr. Cursed Wrist, what exactly is this arm?"

　The girl and Mashu appeared in front of the two of them silently.

　Mashu listened to Hassan the Cursed Arm's words and looked at his arm with confusion.

　"It's really an astonishing speed..

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　If you want to know about this, just listen..."

　Hassan of the Cursed Arms chuckled and nodded at the two who suddenly appeared, then continued to explain:

　"I am the most ordinary of all the old men in the mountains. I can do anything, but I don't have any particularly outstanding talents. The old man in the mountains is the pinnacle of assassins today. He must have a 'karma' that no one else can inherit..."

　"Bai Mao's clones, the poison in Jingmi, a talent that no one can imitate or inherit, but I don't have this talent..."

　"So what did you do to earn that arm?"

　The girl blinked, her deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the barrier of cloth and seal and see directly into the inside.

　Cursed-Wrist Hassan nodded.

　"That's right. I don't have that kind of talent, but I have an immense desire to become the Old Man of the Mountain. Because of my youth, or perhaps because I feel an immense anxiety just to survive, I want to earn the title of Old Man of the Mountain no matter what. I hope to leave my name as a great and outstanding person in the future generations."

　The girl blinked and finally let out a long breath.

　"The demon god's arm, the 'karma' gained by sacrificing one's own body, is truly a talent that cannot be imitated or inherited..."

　Hassan the Cursed Wrist listened to the girl's words in silence for a moment, and finally gave a few helpless smiles.

　"You're right, nothing can be hidden from your eyes. If you don't have any talent, it's enough to make your special abilities become your talents."