Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"Although there are still many areas where I'm not fully mature, keep going... if you can overcome these difficulties and be by my side..."

hee hee~~

She tossed her long pink hair, the glow of the setting sun radiating from her: "I'll turn you all into stupid slaves who only depend on me~~"

"Well, I still have work to do. Please excuse me for a moment, and then... let's make a grand spectacle of ourselves across North America!"

Noknare disappeared.

"What an innocent girl."

Maeve looked at the spirit form of Noknare and blinked: "Do I also have that innocent, cute, and ambitious side?"

"No, absolutely not."

Cú Chulainn said coldly.

"Ah!!! Kudos is so mean—!"

Maeve's small fists pounded on Cú Chulainn's chest.

""

"It will hurt you. I'm covered in thorns, and your blood is on me."

Cú Chulainn pushed Maeve away and then picked up his gun.

"Let's move on to the next battlefield. In any case, all I have left is the [Slaughter] program."

Chapter 152 The Procedure of Treatment: Nightingale

"So you scolded your savior after that."

"Just because of a baseless rumor..."

"So you hurt someone's feelings and then ran away?"

A woman with red hair and a red dress, who was clearly a nurse but was more professional than any doctor, coldly looked at the soldier.

"But she's a vampire!"

The soldier said in fear, "A monster that drinks human blood on the night of the full moon, treating humans as food and livestock, wantonly toying with human lives. Compared to that monster, the Celts are nothing!"

"What vampire?"

Nightingale denied it, saying, "It's unscientific, and I don't believe it at all."

“I think your brain needs treatment. I'm afraid you have a severe case of post-traumatic stress disorder and urgently need treatment.”

"How could that be...? That's definitely a vampire! Fair skin and sharp claws! Just like the rumors circulating in those destroyed villages!"

"Ok?"

Nightingale looked at the soldier with her dignified eyes.

"Yes, yes, there are no vampires. It's all false information spread by the evil Celts..."

The soldier lowered his head.

Nightingale nodded with satisfaction as she looked at the soldiers who had compromised.

"Hmm. It seems you're recovering very well. A broken leg only requires amputation... No delusions."

Nightingale nodded: "Just come to me if you have any problems."

"Don't worry, even if it kills you, I will definitely heal you."

There are no vampires in this world; that's just a lie to fool children.

This is a field hospital near the battlefield.

The technology was rudimentary and the equipment outdated; if it weren't for Nightingale, the Servant, stationed here, this place would have been occupied by the Celtic army.

Although she is a nurse servant from the modern era, her combat power is comparable to that of a first-class servant due to her berserk state. Furthermore, because she is extremely familiar with the human body, she possesses powerful special attacks against both humans from the Age of Gods and living humans.

"Miss Nightingale, could you please take a look at this Servant's condition?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka negotiated with the Berserker: "Although we have taken emergency measures, the situation is not optimistic. If this continues, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold out until dawn."

"Go to line up," Nightingale said calmly.

"There are many patients, I will do my best."

"Different."

Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed Nightingale's wrist.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the head nurse.

Nightingale looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka calmly, without being angered by her behavior.

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her leg and braced it against the wall, then ran her other hand along the nurse's ear, her fingers digging deep into the solid brick wall.

"Madam, please do not disturb my work."

“You can only save a few people here, but if you can save this soldier, you can reduce a lot of casualties on the battlefield.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka said this.

Then suddenly, Nightingale's cold and indifferent eyes looked over.

"So you think the number of lives can be measured, is that right? I don't deny that you have a point. The lives of soldiers on the battlefield and the wounded are equally important, but the people here need me, and that's all I need."

Nightingale said, "You are hindering my treatment."

"Please, Miss Nightingale."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone softened.

"Please take a look first."

“I will speed up and finish my own work first. There are so many people here who also need help. I understand how you feel. I will do my best, but please be patient and wait a little while.”

"In my view, humans are of higher priority than Servants."

“A normal infection can kill an ordinary person, but not a Servant.”

"It's alright... I know my situation... Don't make this young lady feel awkward because of me,"

""

Nightingale glanced at Rama and frowned slightly.

His calm eyes scanned the other person's body.

“Yi Ling 1 Qi IV Wu (9) (4) Jiu Ba said = Yi’s heart is mostly necrotic. Even the Servant’s powerful regenerative ability cannot resist the erosion. The situation is urgent. Even if we kill him, we must quickly perform emergency surgery.”

"call..."

Mashu and Castor both breathed a sigh of relief...

its not right!

Why do they still want to kill me?!

"Well, emergency treatment is fine, let's not kill him."

Fujimaru Ritsuka gasped.

Well, this woman seems to be someone who doesn't understand human language either.

This is really giving me a headache.

"You're so long-winded. Let go of me."

"Eh... Oh."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's legs landed, and her hands also went down.

The head nurse is a very beautiful woman, but she seems a bit difficult to communicate with.

"Also... there's something I need to tell you, Master."

Nightingale looked quietly at Fujimaru Ritsuka: "You're sick."

"Eh...me?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked.

"Yes, even though you haven't realized it yourself, you're already sick."

Fujimaru Ritsuka:

I suddenly really want to hit her!

However, this is Florence Nightingale.

The famous Florence Nightingale...

I guess I have no choice but to trust her.

“Miss Nightingale, your health is excellent, you don’t seem to be sick,” Mash said hurriedly. “You possess the power of a True Ancestor, so even if you are injured, you will recover quickly.”

Even Cú Chulainn Alter couldn't completely leave a wound on Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.

"What 'True Ancestor'? Don't lie to me. I don't believe it. That thing is unscientific."

"Moreover, you also have the Yue+Yi-Yi-Wing Ball (Seven) Shrimp-like Seven Affairs, [Illness], this girl."

Without any mercy, Nightingale said, looking Mashu up and down before making her judgment.

"Hey! Wait a minute! Why are you yelling at Ritsuka and Mashu for no reason?!"

Castor, baring his sharp teeth in indignation, said viciously, "What's wrong with you?!"

"Hmm...you also have some mental issues."

Nightingale said, "We'll put mental illness patients on hold for now. It's a matter of life and death. I'll treat you again once your condition has stabilized."

"No, who's sick! How am I sick! You're the one with the problem, woman, you think everyone's sick!"

Caster was so angry he was jumping up and down. "Those little fangs are like shark teeth," Artoria said angrily.

"I challenge you to a duel! I refuse to accept defeat! You're definitely the kind of woman who looks normal on the outside but is actually very wicked inside... Ugh!"

Castor was so angry that he was about to start arguing with the other party.

“Castor, you can’t talk to Miss Nightingale like that.”

Suddenly, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu's expressions turned serious.

"Yes, Miss Caster, you may not know what Miss Nightingale really means. Although she is a berserker now, we should still respect her."

Fujimaru Ritsuka covered Caster's mouth.

Mashu braced Castor's arms and disarmed her.

"Ugh...ugh...let go...let go of me! Waaah...I want to confront her!!!"

just forget it.

The berserker Nightingale seems to have an unprecedented obsession with curing diseases.

Even so, she is still a respectable person.

The Angel of Crimea.

This title is not just a title; it represents someone who truly risked their life and dedicated themselves to the cause of saving lives.

"Those who are not involved should leave immediately; non-professionals will only cause trouble."

Nightingale waved her hand, shooing everyone out.

not long

"————Ughh ...

Then came the agonizing screams of a pig being slaughtered from Rama's place.

"What?! Can that woman really save people?!"

Castor was still somewhat unconvinced.

"And Ritsuka, why are we siding with her? Speaking of healing magic... Merlin-sensei taught me a few tricks too..."

She didn't understand why people respected Nightingale so much.

Under normal circumstances, Ritsuka would recruit Servants even if she had to use force.