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The light pouring out from the treasure became stronger and stronger, and the sky seemed to be brighter because of it.

The snow fell in the white light, and was dyed with an extraordinary silver glow.

Ian could feel that Mordred was drawing magic power from his body.

But he also confirmed that this used magic power has become the key to the effectiveness of the Clarent Sword.

He can handle this kind of consumption.

"Did you get a reaction this time?"

Ian asked again.

"There is."

After a brief observation, Mordred answered directly.

However, she soon showed a surprised expression again.

"But something doesn't seem right!"

“Not right?!”

"Yes!"

Mordred looked forward.

"It looks like it's rushing towards us!"

"what?!"

As Mordred said this, Ian also saw something.

A helicopter appeared shakily in the midst of heavy snow.

And sitting in the driver's seat was a red-haired girl.

Although this was the first time they met, the previous information exchange was enough to confirm that she was Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Why does she fly a helicopter?

Is this something a Master candidate should learn?

Ian simply couldn't understand this kind of thing.

But now is obviously not the time to think about this issue.

Because even I could feel that Fujimaru Ritsuka was at a loss at this moment.

"Mordred, is there anyone else on the helicopter?"

"Yes." Mordred nodded.

"There are quite a few people who are dressed similarly to the older brothers and sisters in the Chaldea base."

"only……"

"only?!"

"It's just that they all seem to have fainted, with only the red-haired girl still twisting something around."

"..."

Looking at the approaching helicopter, Ian realized that something unexpected must have happened on it.

The most urgent thing is to stop it!

but--

How to make it stop?

Ian's brain began to think rapidly.

Soon, his sights fell on a nearby mountain.

The perennial winds had already covered it with snow, like a thick white quilt, covering the mountain itself.

"..."

"Mordred!" Ian shouted after reacting, "Can you chop down that mountain over there?"

"no problem."

Mordred answered Ian

"As long as you have enough magic power, I can do anything."

"Very well, let's get started!"

As Ian said this, the Clarent Sword no longer just emitted light.

The particles condense and turn into an extremely strong entity.

This was a strike that Mordred was proud of, and it was possible to achieve when the true name of the brilliant sword Clarent was released.

Its hardness is far beyond that of mountain mist, and the common metals in this world cannot fulfill their long-cherished wish to fight against it.

But correspondingly, Ian could also feel that the magic power in his body was being absorbed in large quantities by Mordred.

but--

Still within an acceptable level!

The gorgeous slash fell from the sky and struck diagonally on the mountain that Ian had previously designated for Mordred.

There was a loud cracking sound.

The sword blade formed by the gathering of magic power collided violently with the stone.

The latter is absolutely defeated in terms of hardness.

The mountain peaks were staggered, carrying with them the long-accumulated snow, which rolled down together.

Ian looked at this scene with a serious expression.

His plan was actually quite extreme - to use thick enough snow to stop the helicopter that was obviously not right at first glance.

of course.

Since it is extreme, the process is definitely not as safe as imagined.

Ian looked at the gradually falling helicopter, hoping that this was the only way he could think of in a short period of time to help her.

The snow gradually fell down.

"Mordred, retreat."

As Ian said this, he pulled the hand of Mashu, who was shocked by the scene before her, and the three of them evacuated back to a safe enough location.

"Senior, this is..."

"There's something wrong with that helicopter, Mash."

Ian looked at the snow waves in front of him.

"That's all I can do. I hope she can save herself."

Meanwhile, on the helicopter.

Ritsuka Fujimaru was tightly holding the only place in the cockpit that could control the direction.

to be honest--

She actually didn't know how to control this huge machine.

The situation is only supported by the "instinct to survive".

Fortunately, this "instinct" of hers was useful enough.

Unfortunately, the useful parts are almost used up.

but--

It seems there are new opportunities.

I don't know what made the loud bang just now, and then a nearby mountain was cut off.

Looking at the snow rushing out, Fujimaru Ritsuka had some vague ideas in his mind.

Being able to roll into the snow is safer because of the cushioning than hitting the ground or a mountain head-on.

Although it may not be that good.

but--

If you get the chance, you should give it a try!

Maybe I just have that kind of luck!

Ritsuka Fujimaru concentrated all his attention and tried to make the helicopter operate according to his ideas.

She felt very confident about this and felt that things were developing the way she wanted.

But it doesn't.

For her, being able to control the helicopter as she did before was already a miracle.

What's more, it was forced to land!

but--

Although Ritsuka Fujimaru did not have the ability to fly a helicopter, he was lucky enough to survive.

Under her "control", the helicopter slid smoothly to the "platform" made of snow on the mountain at an extremely strange angle, instead of crashing directly into the ground.

After rolling back and forth in the snow for several times, the helicopter finally stopped in white.

of course.

Ritsuka Fujimaru also suffered many bumps and bruises in the helicopter.

"I'm saved..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka muttered these words.

In the last moments before she fell into coma, she saw a tall man running towards her.

The next moment, she felt herself being picked up.

after a while.

Inside the Chaldea Medical Room.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's body trembled, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the strange pure white flower, she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Where am I?"

"Heaven?"

In less than a second, an unfamiliar response came.

"You are in the medical room, Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"It's not some kind of paradise."

"Eh?!"

Hearing someone answering him, Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to sit up.

But then, the pain that came from all over her body made her give up the idea in an instant.

"It hurts so much!"

"Of course."

A head appeared above the screaming Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Multiple soft tissue contusions throughout the body, fractures in the hand, and a mild concussion."

"Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka, the best thing for you to do now is to lie here and not move."

"you……"

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to explode, he found that the man in front of him looked familiar.