In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

But when he was about to do so, a very clear shout came from inside the room.

"Who is standing in front of my door and not coming in?"

That was Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice.

"..."

Ian knew that this was not a good thing and just walked away.

He thought for a while, and finally opened the door, poked his head out, and spoke to her inside:

"It's me, Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"Eh?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed a little surprised.

"Didn't you just go out? Why are you back again?"

"Oh... I just have something else I want to ask you."

Ian glanced at the gauze on Fujimaru Ritsuka's forehead.

"But now it seems that it would be better to talk about it later?"

"Nothing like that!" Ritsuka Fujimaru, leaning against the head of the bed, waved his hands repeatedly.

"I'm almost bored to death! I wish someone could chat with me for a while!"

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..."

Ritsuka Fujimaru, who spoke too loudly, held his shoulders and forced an awkward smile at Ian.

"Anyway, it's okay."

"It's just a minor injury. I can survive even if I were put into prehistoric times ten thousand years ago. There's no problem at all!"

“Where did this strange comment come from?”

"Hehe, this is the result I calculated for myself from the divination I learned from watching TV before!"

"..."

Although I have some complaints about Fujimaru Ritsuka's "divination" - why is the result so accurate to 10,000 years before history?

But Ian finally resisted the idea.

He decided to go in.

The past is certainly important.

But the present is by no means something that can be discarded at will.

Chaldea is in danger at the moment, so Ian certainly can't just sit there and wait for death.

He came to her bedside.

"Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka, I..."

"stop!"

Ian was halfway through his words when Ritsuka Fujimaru interrupted him.

"Well, can I make a small request?"

"any request?"

Ian looked at the red-haired girl in front of him.

"That's right--"

Ritsuka Fujimaru pointed at himself with one hand and at Ian with the other.

"Can we not use honorifics when we talk?"

"Although this flowery way sounds polite, I always feel uncomfortable with it!"

Ian doesn't care about these things.

"Row."

"How about calling you Ritsuka?"

"No problem~" Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled happily, "Then I'll call you Ian!"

He is quite willing to make requests and at the same time, he is not afraid of strangers and is very friendly.

Ian's inner impression of Ritsuka Fujimaru has been summarized in this sentence.

He gathered his thoughts and focused his attention on the current problem once again.

"Ritsuka, do you remember how you got on that helicopter?"

"How did I get on that helicopter?"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "Or to put it another way, do you remember the whole process of getting on the helicopter?"

"Please recall as many details as you can."

"what?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru was stunned for a moment, and seemed to barely understand what Ian meant.

She pursed her chin and pretended to be recalling something seriously.

"First of all—"

"It was the man named Anderson who led me to a high place in a building."

“That’s where the helicopter is.”

"Is there anything unusual about this?" Ian asked.

"Abnormal?" Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched his face, "I don't feel anything unusual."

"Everyone seems pretty normal."

"If I must say it—"

"What do you have to say?"

"If I have to say anything, the people on the helicopter said Anderson could buy a new car."

"He's so rich! And then there's that thing I mentioned before where everyone fainted and I got to fly the helicopter."

"..."

Ian covered his face.

Ok.

You shouldn't have too many fantasies about her.

It’s obvious that Anderson acted as an intermediary and “sold” her, right?

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But if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem strange.

Being outgoing often means being very low on guard against others, otherwise it would be impossible to open up.

"that--"

Fujimaru Ritsuka asked cautiously.

"Why do you ask such a question?"

"Did something happen?"

"..."

Ian thought for a moment, and finally decided to tell her about the situation in Chaldea.

"Ritsuka, this is what happened."

A few minutes later.

Ritsuka Fujimaru learned about Ian and others' speculation.

Her mouth opened slightly in a look of surprise.

"Wait a moment!"

"You said someone wanted to kill me?!"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "This is the initial conclusion."

"But this is not right!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed a little anxious.

"Anderson clearly told me that this was a 'high hourly wage job'! How could there be a life-threatening situation?"

"But he didn't say this job was safe?"

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's pupils dilated slightly in an instant.

At this moment, she just realized that she had been "cheated".

"But why would this unfortunate person want to kill me?!"

"Because I didn't just kill you."

Ian spoke his analysis very calmly.

"To be more precise, all the 'Master candidates' who came here in different ways like you may be targets."

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was originally quite happy, suddenly became dim-eyed.

"That……"

"Is it too late for me to leave now?"

"I can walk when I get there, but I'm afraid you won't dare to."

"Don't you dare?"

"Ah."

Ian's eyes fell on the gauze on Fujimaru Ritsuka's forehead.

That is the proof of this incident.

“This is Antarctica.”

"If you want to get out, you'll have to take another helicopter ride."

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka reacted quickly.

She is indeed not on guard, but that doesn't mean she has no ability to think.

If someone dared to attack the incoming helicopter, what about the one going out?

"Isn't this old lady just waiting to die?"

"I won't accept this kind of thing!"

“Yes, I don’t accept it either.”

Ian looked at Ritsuka Fujimaru in front of him.

“That’s why I’m here again.”

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the man in front of him and hesitated for a long time before speaking:

"Are you here to save me?"

"save you?"

Ian smiled and shook his head.