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"Isn't the key issue now that the person named Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't show up when he was supposed to?"

"Anything else should be put aside for now, right?!"

"Hey, you're right."

Mash nodded quickly.

"Then I'd better contact the location person to see what's going on!"

Having said this, Mash contacted the person in charge of this matter in front of Ian and Mordred.

It can be seen that she trusts the two people beside her very much, so she has no intention of hiding anything in front of them.

only--

What was learned next was beyond the expectations of everyone present.

“…Is that so?”

"ok, I get it."

"Thank you very much for giving me this information!"

Mash ended the call.

"What's wrong?" Ian asked directly, "Matthew, what happened?"

"They said they hadn't received any request for backup."

Mashu looked at her phone, recalling what she had just heard.

"It's just that the helicopter carrying Fujimaru Ritsuka has been circling in the sky near Chaldea."

"what?"

Ian was a little confused.

"No, why is that?"

"Since we're already in Chaldea, why don't we just come down? Why are we going in circles?"

"I do not know."

Mashu looked embarrassed.

"It's strange, but since we haven't received any signal for help, we can only continue to observe."

"This……"

Just when Ian was puzzled, Mordred beside him suddenly spoke:

"Master, is the helicopter a big black iron block with people inside and wind blowing overhead?"

"Huh?" Ian was a little surprised. "How did you know? I don't think I've introduced it to you before?"

"My guess."

"Because there's something spinning all the time."

Mordred pointed into the distance.

"And the person sitting in the front seems to be a girl with red hair."

"what?!"

Things seemed to be getting a little bad.

107. Fujimaru Ritsuka's helicopter crisis! (-word chapter)

"Ok?"

Hearing Mordred's words, Ian was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly.

"and many more."

"You mean the girl with red hair sitting in the helicopter pilot's seat?"

"Ok!"

As if he was afraid of saying something wrong, after answering Ian, Mordred looked in the same direction for a long time.

“That’s right—!”

"It's a girl with red hair!"

"..."

Ian had a bad feeling.

He looked at Mashu and found that Mashu was also looking at him.

He knew she had reacted.

"Mashu, that girl you said... could it be Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

"Maybe." Mashu looked worried.

"After all, from the information I know..."

"Fujimaru Ritsuka is a girl with red hair."

"Does the information disclose any special driving skills she has?"

"That's not true."

Ian's throat moved.

His intuition told him that the situation with the helicopter was definitely more serious than it appeared.

Ian thought for a while and said:

"Mashu, I think we should find a way to stop the helicopter."

"Yeah." Mashu nodded, "Senior, you are right."

"That--"

Ian looked up at the snowflake-filled sky.

Although he couldn't see the target Mordred mentioned, due to his absolute trust in her, he knew he didn't need to doubt what she saw.

After thinking it over, Ian began to give orders;

"Mashu, please notify the people in Chaldea. They may need some emergency medical assistance or something."

"okay!"

After receiving Ian's instructions, Mashu immediately took action.

After seeing her act according to his instructions, Ian said to Mordred beside him:

"It's snowing so hard, can you give us some guidance?"

"Guidelines? What guidance?"

"For example, light that can reach the sky, is it possible?"

“I just happen to know how to do this!”

"Clarent!"

As Mordred shouted these words, a silver blade shining with brilliant light appeared in her hand.

"So--"

"I'm going to start!"

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

After getting permission, Mordred held his silver cross sword with both hands.

Her pupils gradually changed from deep green to ocean blue.

Ian could feel that Mordred was concentrating the magic in her body on her brilliant and glorious sword Clarent.

He remembered that this behavior was called the "real name liberation" of the treasure in the magician books that Ophelia brought.

but--

Judging from the current situation.

Perhaps it has not achieved complete liberation, but only a partial power increase to achieve the condition of "brightness".

Buzz.

The Clarent sword emitted a beam of light that shot straight into the sky.

This is very similar to the phenomenon when Excalibur's True Name is released, except that the color it emits is closer to silver.

"Master, I did it!"

Mordred, holding the Clarent sword in both hands, asked Ian for credit.

"Yeah, good." Ian nodded.

"Next, try to attract the attention of that helicopter!"

"it is good--!"

"I see."

After receiving the order, Mordred took action immediately.

She may not be assertive enough, but she is very good at following orders.

Lanlanlan——!

Under Mordred's control, the brilliant sword Clarent began to waver above the sky of Chaldea.

The treasures of ancient Britain now function like modern lighting tools.

From a distance, it looks like a lighthouse on the seashore, trying to provide sufficient guidance for the returning helicopter.

It's snowing heavily.

Ian had no way of judging with his own eyes whether this guidance from the Noble Phantasm would have sufficient effect on the helicopter where Ritsuka Fujimaru was.

He asked Mordred about the situation.

"Mordred, is the helicopter approaching?"

"Let me take a look."

The blonde girl continued to use the Clarent sword while looking at the place she had just pointed to.

“It seems to be spinning.”

"Didn't he notice your light?" Ian made his own judgment.

"do not know."

"In that case—"

Ian made up his mind.

"Mordred, let the light of the Clarent shine brighter."

"This……"

Mordred showed a hesitant expression.

"That's all right with me."

"If we continue like this, you will have to use your magic power. Is that really okay?"

"You can rest assured."

Ian looked at Mordred, his expression full of confidence.

"I, your father, am not the kind of person who would fall down easily."

"..."

Mordred said no more.

She simply gripped the Clarent sword in her hand a little tighter.