Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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She crouched down, placing her hands on the ground, attempting to intercept the information flow of the Star Inscription and then analyze the various pieces of information on it.

There are very few people in the Fuyuki Singularity, not even many Servants, which means that there is very little information recorded on the Star Mark.

This is a great training opportunity for novice Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Even so, the sheer volume of information flooding her brain caused Fujimaru Ritsuka a strong sense of unease, as if something was violently churning her brain.

In layman's terms, while Fujimaru Ritsuka's physical attributes have improved, her inner qualities (soul) have not yet matured to the point where she can resonate with the stars.

Do you see that line?

"I saw it."

Guided by the princess, Fujimaru Ritsuka saw a very dim star mark. The star mark was so faint that it flickered and seemed to be about to die.

That was a very bleak and pitiful line of human life.

Try reading that human's records.

"it is good."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded. She gritted her teeth, endured the headache, and decisively cut off the short and brief star inscription that belonged to that line, unique to this special point.

just.

Soon, Gudako's expression turned a little strange, as if she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

What's wrong? Is something strange?

No, that's not it—

Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up.

"Mash, prepare for action!"

"Huh?" Mashu blinked in confusion, puzzled.

"Senior, what happened?"

"There's no time to talk. If we don't act now, Director Olga Marie will be hacked to death by the henchmen!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze turned serious.

FGO remains constant, but its directors come and go.

The Chaldea Director is a high-risk profession with similar characteristics to positions such as the Grand Commander of Wu during the Three Kingdoms period and the adoptive father of Lü Bu.

In the main storyline of FGO, all the directors of Chaldea, including former director Marisbury, director Olga Marie, and acting director Romani Archaman, have all left the stage.

It can be said that being the director of Chaldea is a high-risk profession.

Xindu, on the banks of the Weiyuanchuan River, where flames flicker.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeya ya ya ya!"

Director Olga Marie screamed.

Kneeling on the ground, the panicked young lady had no means of resistance. Faced with the endless dragon tooth soldiers, she could only wail helplessly.

It seems like she's about to become the female lead in this story.

"We can't stop!"

"How can I stop here!"

"Seriously, who wants to be killed by these things!"

Olga Marie wailed as she made her last stand.

Bearing the name of the Chaldea Director, I absolutely cannot back down!

However, in this place of broken walls and ruins, even if she fought desperately, she would be worn down by the endless skeleton soldiers. She had no time to activate her grand magic or use her magical costume.

What awaits her is the despair of being mocked and killed by the ragtag soldiers like stray dogs!

How to do? !

What should I do?

As the director of Chaldea, what immense pressure did she endure to get here? How many doubts did she face before finally launching First Order? And now, it's all over before she's accomplished anything...

How can anyone accept such a thing!

I am Olga Marie Animusfia.

Just a few Dragon Tooth Soldiers or something.

Everyone in Chaldea is still waiting for me.

As long as we persevere, the road will continue to extend!

Black magic bullets condensed between his fingers and sprayed out like a machine gun, one bullet after another hitting the skeleton soldier's fragile body and turning it into dust.

"What? If I wanted to do it, I could do it."

Olga Marie gasped for breath, her magic circuits flashing as she consumed a large amount of magic power, annihilating a row of skeleton soldiers.

However... Olga Marie didn't bask in the joy of victory for long, because she soon encountered an even more difficult problem.

"The blood of fresh young girls..."

IIIX锍玖依山疤刘峮“I smell it, it’s delicious.”

Snake-like pupils stared at Olga Marie, the terrifying pressure rendering her unable to move, leaving her frozen in place, her whole body ice-cold.

"Could this feeling be—"

"Servant!"

The moment the purple evil servant appeared, Olga Marie lost all hope of moving forward. Even if she wanted to return to Chaldea to lead everyone onward, she could no longer do so.

"Oh, it seems you know quite a bit. But since you know I'm a Servant, that means you know your fate, right?"

The purple-haired servant brandished a gleaming scythe, coldly staring at Olga Marie with a smirk on her lips.

“————!”

He's going to be killed.

People die when they are killed.

Olga Marie was frightened.

It wasn't just because she was afraid of death, but also because she had done nothing. As the director of Chaldea, she had neither protected her staff nor upheld human ethics.

She has never been praised, whether as the head of the Animusphia family or the leader of the entire Chaldea; everyone doubts her prestige and qualifications.

However, even so...

Olga Marie mustered her courage and pointed her finger at the purple evil servant.

PS: The concept of the Star Mark is taken from the magical girl Illya. When Illya was in power for eternity, she encountered the Star Trails with Ms. Tanaka. The longest of these trails is Pandora's Star Trail.

Chapter 8 Three punches shatter Medusa!

What the opportunity was is no longer important.

Humans as insignificant as Fujimaru Ritsuka are no longer able to protect their own happiness.

Whether as a human or as a True Ancestor, she has become a life form different from humans.

You may have seen many Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Some are reborn from the future.

Some people like women's clothing.

There is human evil that tears Goetia apart.

One portion was divided into two, one for a man and one for a woman.

However, this is the first time that Gudako has appeared in sync with Earth.

However, regardless of good or evil, strength or weakness, all Fujimaru Ritsukas have a bottom line that must never be desecrated.

—That was Miss Olga Marie's red pantyhose, who was the director of the institute.

This is a unique treasure, an extremely rare attribute, so Fujimaru Ritsuka decided to protect it to the death.

This is the bond between me and the director!

Of course, talking about any kind of bond with the director whom she had only met once might seem a bit like lust, but Fujimaru Ritsuka still decided to lend a hand.

As for not knowing any magic tricks at all?

There's no problem. As the human form of Princess Fujimaru Ritsuka, she doesn't need such useless things at all.

Reading the Star Inscription was very difficult for Fujimaru Ritsuka; the massive flow of information made it impossible for her to analyze every piece of information in the singularity.

Just at that moment.

Fujimaru Ritsuka remembered the [Earth Library].

That's right, it's the method used by Philip, who is half of Kamen Rider W's Hayate.

That is keyword retrieval in the data stream.

For example, reading data about the saintess from the Star Inscription might overwhelm the brain with the massive data flow, but finding the saintess who was burned to death in flames would be much easier.

This is a kind of clever trick.

However, this is much safer than letting the CPU be overwhelmed by the data flow.

Olga Marie was frozen and unable to move. She fired several black yin energy bullets at the evil lancer, each containing enough curse to easily take down an adult man.

but--

"Unfortunately, your magic doesn't seem to work on me."

The purple-clad evil spearman raised his scythe and grinned wickedly at Olga Marie.

The Yin Qi Bullet melted away like spring snow the moment it hit Medusa. As a higher-level mystery, Medusa didn't even bother with these low-level magic tricks.

"How should I deal with you...? Should I suck your fresh blood or turn you into a stone statue—it's such a difficult choice..."

Filled with murderous intent and mockery, the shadow follower Medusa made a decision that only adults would make!

She wants it all!

First, it sucks blood, then petrifies, toying with the mouse to death like a cat.

"—?!"

Olga Marie held her breath as she watched the silver chains pierce her, instinctively trying to escape but to no avail.

The shadow of death loomed over Olga Marie in an instant, causing her to tremble and break out in a cold sweat.

"Lament your unfortunate fate!"

boom!

Olga Marie closed her eyes in despair, her mind filled with the agonizing image of a sharp scythe hacking her entire body to pieces.

"No...no no no! Someone please save me! Even a miracle would be appreciated!"

Miss Olga Marie cried out for a miracle, hoping that a hero would appear to save her as soon as she cried out!

Medusa's silver chains ripped through the air like venomous snakes, clanging and rattling, and the pungent smell of blood transformed her surroundings into a crimson hell...

However, at that very moment, her blood-red hell paused.

Someone crushed the serpentine chains she had extended with their bare hands.

Before the fragments of the chains could be transformed into spiritual particles, a golden figure flashed by, and Medusa could only see a fleeting afterimage in an instant.

The afterimage was none other than Fujimaru Ritsuka, who flashed like a golden light. She simply clenched her fist and threw a punch at Medusa!

The fist whistled through the air, accompanied by a sonic boom, and hurtled straight towards Medusa's face!

[To paraphrase Arcueid from Tsukihime Fighting, this attack is called—the True Ancestor Punch!]

Medusa could only hastily swing her scythe to defend herself, but the result was obvious... she was blasted away along with her weapon!

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to be fighting like a berserker, all for the sake of protecting something!

The shadow follower's body smashed through the abandoned building like a cannonball!

Standing in front of Olga Marie, holding her wrist, is a cute girl with short blonde hair, a tuft of hair on her head, and wearing a Chaldea uniform.