A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

Upon hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered her head and did not answer, refusing to believe that there was no way to save them.

"And as BB just mentioned, this is a labyrinth evolved from the human heart. In other words, after computerizing Seraphine, the spirit was then transformed into a space called—the Cherry Blossom Labyrinth!?"

“Although BB claims to be an AI, can AI have a heart?” Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Meltlilith and asked, “If not, then to whom does the heart belong?”

Meltlilith remained silent, seemingly pondering whether or not to tell Fujimaru Ritsuka.

14 Tristan, Megumin, Yoyo's Big Challenge!

Warcraft Battlefront timeline.

Ishtar glared angrily at Tristan on the screen. "Does this mean he's confident he can defeat me even though he's never fought me?! I'm really being looked down upon...!!"

The next time she saw Tristan, she decided to prepare a surprise for him—a gift from Venus.

"Fufu..." Fufu mourned for the unfortunate Tristan, since it had nothing to do with her anyway.

It's a shame Tristan isn't a girl.

Bless this beautiful world.

Kazuma Sato pondered that the things he had been writing in the succubus library recently were all about the beautiful girls who had appeared in the images.

Can I try to be innovative?

Since King Arthur, Miyamoto Musashi, and Oda Nobunaga are all beautiful girls in Fujimaru Ritsuka's world.

Could you transform the handsome boy Tristan into the beautiful girl Tristan in your own writing?

That quiet, reserved older sister Tristan with her long, flowing, fiery red hair...!?

Kazuma Sato finds himself in front of a new door, a completely new realm.

The timeline of the Age of Gods in Britain.

"...Sir Tristan, can you please just state your matter clearly in one go when you're talking about something?" Bedivere rubbed his temples, exasperated, and couldn't help but want to give Tristan a buff.

“...Ah, I am so sad...How could this be my fault?” Tristan said, strumming his demon bow.

He dragged his weary body back to Camelot, Britain, from the Galactic Empire.

Don't people ever ask themselves what kind of hellish nightmare they've encountered?

He no longer dares to go to the Galactic Empire; those insane, exploitative noblewomen are too terrifying...!

Suddenly, Mordred walked over and looked at Tristan with a strange expression, saying:

“Tristan, a woman is looking for you outside Camelot... I saw the spinning fairy Habertrot following her.”

"She said that as long as you hear her name, you should go to her—Isolde."

"What!? Isolde, she's in Camelot...!? Isn't she with her uncle...?" Tristan's face showed utter shock as he looked at Mordred, taking a deep breath. "Your Majesty, I must take my leave..."

He ran towards the city gate, disregarding his appearance, his mind filled with doubt, confusion, and surprise...

Tristan rode his horse swiftly toward the city gate, pondering to himself, "What on earth happened? Is the kingdom in crisis? Has something happened to my uncle?! Or has Isolde escaped? Then... what will become of her kingdom?"

Outside the city gate.

A jet-black Shadow Border warship was parked hundreds of meters from the city gate, and Camelot soldiers looked curiously at the steel wagon that appeared before them.

They recognized the other person as the famous spinning fairy, Tertrol.

"God!! Tertrot has come to Camelot... Could it be to help Camelot's bride?!" The soon-to-be-married male soldier thought with ecstatic joy.

If I weren't on guard duty right now, checking people coming in and out...

He now wants to ask the spinning fairy Tertrot to help his fiancée make a wedding dress.

Countless passing merchants and women stared intently at Terrot.

Trot sat on the hood of the Shadow Border engine compartment, sticking out his tongue, feeling the intense gazes from all sides. "Meow!? Everyone's staring at me... Is something wrong!?"

She was unaware that what she did at the Fairy Singularity had already spread throughout the entire pan-human history.

Who wouldn't want a wedding dress made by the lovely Tertrol, with her help?

"They all want Miss Habeyme to help their own children, or relatives and friends, right?" Isolde smiled.

She waited anxiously for Tristan, wondering what would happen if he didn't come out to see her.

Suddenly, she heard the neighing of a horse. She turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. Tristan, looking anxious, was riding a white horse with both hands on the reins, stopped at the city gate.

She and Tristan locked eyes, and simultaneously exclaimed, "Tristan—! Isolde—!"

“Isolde, you...you...why are you in Camelot? Has something happened to the Kingdom of Ireland?” Tristan asked hurriedly.

He walked quickly to Isolde and looked at the tears glistening in the blonde girl's eyes.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Isolde tells Tristan that she doesn't want to become a tool princess.

She wanted to spend her life with the person she loved, not spend her days in tears, longing for Tristan in the castle.

She had been convinced by Tertrol; life is short, so why not live it happily?

Tristan kept his head down, his hands clenched into fists, occasionally loosening them, his expression conflicted, his brows furrowed...

If I were with Isolde, would my uncle use that as an excuse against the Camelot Plan?

Wouldn't that just cause trouble for Wang Tian?

But can I really be with Isolde, the one he desires?

Suddenly, Tristan remembered Artoria Caster, the Queen of the Fairy Lostbelt, who defied fate, didn't want to fight, and wanted to be with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Trott stood behind Tristan, a rolling pin in his hand and a kind smile on his face. If he dared to hurt his bride, he would only be given a buff.

“Isolde, I will not let you down! Thank you, Miss Trott…” Tristan raised his head. The son of sorrow decided to change his fate. What Cú Chulainn could do, he could do too.

He didn't know how to repay Tertrot's help.

He brought Tertrot and Isolde with him.

He walked into Camelot and arranged for them to stay in his mansion.

He wanted to tell the Knight King his thoughts and realizations.

Trot put away the rolling pin and reverted to her adorable spinning fairy form. "I don't need your repayment! As long as my bride Isolde is happy!"

Tristan narrowly escaped, but Terrot almost pulled out his black cannon and fired at him.

Meanwhile, King Mark received information about his fiancée, who had appeared near Camelot.

Enraged, King Mark smashed his wine glass. "Damn it!! It must be Tristan, it must be that damned guy who kidnapped Isolde."

He angrily dispatched his messengers swiftly to Camelot, demanding an explanation.

King Mark gritted his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The thought that Tristan, who was more handsome than him, was probably holding Isolde, his fiancée, and doing something artistic... made him feel like he was about to faint from anger.

His own kingdom was only in the middle or lower tier of the hundreds or thousands of kingdoms in the British Isles, and was no match for Camelot.

Otherwise, he would have led his army to kill Tristan and reclaim his wife long ago!

Seeing King Mark's appearance, his advisors cleverly concealed another matter.

He didn't want to tell King Mark that all the subjects in the kingdom now knew that King Mark had been cuckolded and couldn't even keep his own fiancée, making him a disgraceful king.

If he were to tell King Mark about this now, he feared he would be caught in the crossfire of King Mark's wrath, who was now cuckolded.

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Fujimaru Ritsuka, Gawain, Tristan, and Melt Lilith quickly moved towards the Port City Leg area.

"Hmph hmph hmph—!" BB held the pointer, humming a song as he watched the four people moving across the bridge.

What wicked idea is she plotting now, preparing to give her senior a good beating?

The senior did not get troubled for a single minute.

She felt she had failed in her duty as a devilish girlfriend.

You must make your seniors feel your love at all times.

Robin Hood complained to BB, saying that if she hadn't summoned him and lowered his spirit foundation, he wouldn't have lost so badly.

"Hmph! It's precisely because Mr. Green Tea can adapt to this situation so quickly that I summoned you here." BB winked and looked at Robin Hood with a grin.

"Fine, fine..." In short, it didn't matter anymore. He couldn't resist anyway, so Robin Hood gave up.

"But... what's going on with Meltlilith now?"

"Is that guy the type who would proactively help people?"

BB turned her head, opened her eyes, and stared at Robin Hood. Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

"Ah..." Sensing BB's murderous aura, Robin Hood spread his hands and said, "I understand, this has nothing to do with me being a tool, right?"

He skillfully lit a cigarette to relieve the pain in his heart. "So—it seems you don't want to punish me. Is there some other work you're doing?"

"Of course!" BB's face lit up with an incredibly bright smile, his signature devilish grin appearing. Fujimaru Ritsuka was in danger.

"This is a very, very important job!"

On the bridge leading to the central area, dozens of demonic hounds pounced on Gawain, Meltlilith, and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

This is a monster created by a bugged program.

Knight Gawain of the Round Table brandished his Sword of Victory, unleashing a blazing sword aura that pierced through the demon hound's body, the intense flames burning the remaining remains to ashes.

Soon after, Meltlilith, Gawain, Tristan, and Fujimaru Ritsuka arrived at the divergence point.

This is the central area of ​​the enormous, unknown legs.

This was the only road to the control room, but it had been destroyed, with countless pieces of debris floating in front of them.

Suddenly, Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed a human lying on the ground nearby.

He rushed down the slope toward the fork in the road; it must be a Chaldean worker from Seraphine.

"Are you kidding me? How could there possibly be any living humans in this kind of environment?" Meltlilith tilted her head, looking at the girl lying on the ground in surprise.

In an area teeming with rampaging heroic spirits, steel demonic hounds, and black-clothed monsters, how could a human possibly survive?

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the ground and saw a pale-faced girl with short red hair, wearing glasses and a uniform, lying on the ground, breathing weakly.

"This person is... a Seraphine employee!?" Fujimaru Ritsuka crouched on the ground. Thank goodness, there's still someone alive.

He had heard that all the humans here were dead, and he was in despair.

"She seems conscious, but it's extremely dangerous for a human to remain unconscious in this environment." Knight Gawain of the Round Table looked suspiciously at the human lying on the ground. She hadn't been devoured by the demonic hounds that appeared earlier! Such good luck?

Fujimaru Ritsuka held the girl's shoulder with her right hand and gently shook her. "Excuse me—are you alright—right?"

Suddenly, an enormous skull appeared in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, along with a spider lily exuding a deadly and despairing aura.

Countless red spider lilies, their petals fluttering in the air, danced around Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Sesshouin Kiara's abilities are revealed.

The girl who was sleeping on the ground opened her eyes, and a flower of hell that enveloped the solar system unfolded in her pupils.

Endless despair, countless pitiful cries and pleas for help, and the sounds of pleasure from a mysterious woman.

It kept echoing in Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind, at an extremely high frequency.

He felt his body being...

Inhaled into hell, falling into the dim universe, endlessly plummeting into the dark, hopeless passage.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

He clutched his chest with his right hand, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, cold sweat constantly sliding down his neck. "Huff... talk... talk... ha."

He felt his body stiffen, his fingers go numb and tremble, and he had difficulty breathing.

I felt as if I were frozen in the zero degrees of the universe.

Meltlilith looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka in confusion, wondering why Fujimaru had suddenly screamed in such terror.

Knight Gawain of the Round Table placed his large, warm hand against Fujimaru Ritsuka's back, his warm breath filling her body. "What's wrong with you!?"

"Smoke...!?" Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at the burning cigarette next to Mabul Magintosh. "How...how come there's a cigarette here!?"

His face was pale, and he looked around in confusion, in great pain...