Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

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The wind and snow slapped against the transparent glass of Chaldea, making a dull sound. Fujimaru Ritsuka ran quickly in the facility that she was extremely familiar with. She had explored every corner here, and she knew everything that could be entered and what could not be entered.

So it didn't take her long to reach the corridor where she fell asleep.

The hard silver floor was cold and uncomfortable. Fujimaru Ritsuka imagined how young and immature he had been, curled up and drooling in the middle of the corridor. How embarrassed he must have been.

[Yes, I slept very soundly]

[It’s such a standard sleep that one would like to write it into a textbook. 】

The girl's soft and plain voice seemed to still be lingering in his ears. Fujimaru Ritsuka almost subconsciously showed a helpless smile, shook his head, and complained about his incompetence.

But she didn't walk, her steps slowed down, and finally stopped in the middle of the corridor.

Because she knew that if Yan Ling wanted to let her stay in this Chaldea, this fictional dream, then there would definitely be that girl here——

No matter any time or space, no matter how long it takes.

In the explosion full of blood and despair, the scorching heat seemed to melt the steel, everything shook, and the pungent and chest tight smoke was forced into the lungs, making even breathing a luxury.

The high temperature distorted everything in the field of vision, and even now I can still recall the clear feeling of powerlessness.

——The only thing that can be felt is the temperature of each other's palms.

In that extremely long journey, the girl was her first partner, her first servant, and her first descendant.

The girl who always puts up a shield of snowflakes in front of herself

Fujimaru Ritsuka was convinced in her heart for no reason, because she was her, and she knew her inner longing, attachment, and dependence better than anyone else, so she could probably guess what the dream would show her.

The elder I miss the most and feel the most guilty about.

Also, my most trusted servant——

"Matthew?"

"Yes, senior, I'm here."

The voice rang out in the quiet corridor without a moment's hesitation. It was a sound that made people think of it as soft as cotton candy, like clouds in the sky, and as sweet as honey.

"Matthew Kirilet, come and report."

The wind and snow reflected the pure transparency, and the girl reported her name, but these simple words made Fujimaru Ritsuka feel nostalgic. She subconsciously smiled bitterly, and a complicated expression appeared on the girl's face.

The light pink hair is made into a pompadour, covering a sweet purple pupil. The thin-rimmed eyes add an intellectual and gentle impression to the girl. The girl is wearing a gray hoodie with a black bottom on her chest. And the bright red tie as a contrasting color, highlighting the curve of the chest.

Like a sincere gaze like that of a small animal, in my memory, did Mashu always look at me like this?

".Sure enough." Li Xiang was stunned for a moment, then pointed his finger at his temple, shaking his head and sighing. "Is Matthew an indispensable presence in my dream~"

"It's my honor, senior." There was an indistinct upward pitch at the end of Ma Xiu's words. She squinted her eyes and seemed to be faintly happy.

"But from my perspective, it was King Gilgamesh who took the initiative to inform me and asked me to wait here for my senior."

"King Gilgamesh? Ah~ Come to think of it, I have said that the key to victory is hidden here." Ritsuka deliberately suppressed the bitterness flowing in her heart, but she just responded with an ooh, and then she became excited. With such a look, his eyes were shining and he caught Mashu. "Then what? What key props are you going to give me, Matthew!"

The girl's eyes shone brightly.

"Holy sword? Shield? Or the Holy Grail!"

"Senior, please calm down." Mashu said with a calm smile as Ritsuka grabbed his shoulders and rocked him back and forth.

"This is a dream. Even if I give it to senior, it won't be as powerful as it should be."

"Eh~~~"

Ritsuka pretended to be regretful and protracted her voice. Of course she could guess this kind of thing, but she really couldn't imagine what Mashu in the dream could give her.

A kiss before parting?

Ritsuka sighed, then closed her eyes and leaned over with her mouth pouted.

"promise."

"Senior, what are you doing?"

"Ugh."

"Senior, even if you do this, I won't kiss you. You know it clearly." Mashu blushed and refused, moving his eyes to one side, not daring to look at each other. "I always use this kind of gag method to fool the past. Senior has not changed either before or now."

"All I can give you, senior, is just one sentence. I was not actually needed to come. Ms. Minamoto Yorimitsu and the others would have told senior. It was senior who was too impatient, so he needed me to speak."

Mashu also sighed, but unlike Fujimaru Ritsuka who played tricks to hide his feelings, the girl was really troubled by her Master.

But even so.

"Woo!" Fujimaru made a strange sound, because Mashu suddenly reached out and put his warm palms on Fujimaru Ritsuka's swollen cheeks, looking at him seriously.

"senior--"

"Huh? Why are you so serious all of a sudden? It's annoying. It doesn't look like Mashu-chan at all~"

"--do not worry."

The air suddenly ushered in silence, and Ritsuka no longer deliberately acted mischievously. She could not make faces because of Mashu's actions. She just stared blankly at Mashu, clearly not knowing what to say, but subconsciously feeling that the softest part of her heart seemed to be touched. touch.

It was like a small warm current was flowing through my heart, and I picked up a hammer and tapped it gently.

The heart was pounding loudly.

So painful, so noisy, anyone would want to cry

How annoying.

"I told you not to be so serious."

The girl's face that should have been laughing and joking gradually lost its disguise, and the raised corners of her mouth gradually calmed down. Underneath the glamorous appearance, the ever-shining orange pupils were spinning with light.

She knew it wouldn't work, but she still looked at the girl in front of her with an almost pleading expression, as if the blurry shadow would disappear from her face if she blinked.

Looking at such a senior, the servant spoke softly.

"Please don't worry, we will all be by your side."

The girl's fingertips slid across the side of the girl's face, bringing a slight coolness.

"I don't know what happened in the time and space of my predecessors, but please remember this fact, seniors."

Only then did Ritsuka notice that Mashu's eyes had changed. Those small animal-like eyes suddenly hid the perseverance of a warrior, soft and strong, as if they were viola flowers blooming in a snowstorm.

"Orleans."

"The City of Seven Hills."

"Oceanos."

"London."

"American continent."

"Camelot."

"Babylonia."

"—and the Temple of the Crown."

"This is our journey, the journey of our predecessors."

"No matter how it ends, the bonds we have experienced, felt, and formed during our long journey are by no means false. This is the fate between us and our predecessors."

"Senior, if you can't believe in yourself, then believe in us."

"We will reach you."

"Whether it's the temple of the end."

"Or the distance you are at right now."

The words were plain and straightforward, but her voice was so gentle and yet so firm.

Hidden in that little softness was the girl's absolute belief in what she said.

At that moment, Mashu let go of his hand.

Ritsuka subconsciously reached out to grab it, only to find a falling sensation coming from behind.

There was a pure hollow beneath him, while Mash above gradually turned into pieces along with the pure white Chaldea.

That's the only color in the space.

The fragments entangled around Fujimaru Ritsuka's body, and she saw colors in the pure white that should not have been there. It was the girl's journey along the way.

The hands held tightly under the burning flames, the evil dragon leaning down to burn all things, the swaying ship galloping on the turbulent sea, the knight who has spanned thousands of years holding the sword in his hand and turning his back to himself

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly remembered that he was just a mortal.

If the burning city of Fuyuki had not been protected by Celtic heroes, it might have been swallowed up in the flames by the dark beam of light.

If Orleans had not had the saint of salvation to guide him, he might have dissipated under the breath of the evil dragon.

If the City of Seven Hills had not been favored by the splendid and beautiful Rose Emperor of Rome, it might have been involved in the chaotic war and exposed to the wilderness.

If Oceanus had not been led by the man who opened the stars to cross the sea, he might have sunk into the deep sea amidst the raging waves and heavy rain.

If there hadn't been the red thunder of the rebellious knight in the magic fog city, he might have been torn apart by sharp blades in the realm of death.

If the North American continent had not had the determination of the Angel with the Lantern to remain unfazed even when he fell into madness, he might have died of the disease long ago.

On the trip to Camelot, if it hadn’t been for the violet-colored Silver Knight who has walked loyally for thousands of years, he might have lost his holy spear at the end of the world.

If Babylonia had not had the golden king to open a front and defend the city, it might have become food for the monsters.

The hollow gradually began to swallow Fujimaru Ritsuka, and countless pure black impurities fell from the sky like muddy water. Ritsuka was unable to peer through the pure black and peer into the desperate end of the abyss.

It was a hole, and endless darkness turned into substance from inside and poured out.

Inferiority, inferiority, anger, jealousy, anxiety, pain, sadness.

He is a guy who can't do anything without the help of others. He is completely incomparable to the dazzling Group A. Countless heroic spirits showed their precious souls. Each heroic spirit was so majestic, making the girl realize her own insignificance again and again.

It's the same now. He has been training desperately for more than ten years, and he has the talent he dreamed of, but in the end, his enemy is one step ahead of him and his companions are in crisis.

The negative emotions that seemed to carry the evil in the world swallowed up the girl, but Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to be fine. Uncharacteristically, she just looked at the fragments flowing away from her.

Matthew raised her shield. She held up an imaginary city and built walls for ordinary girls, but locked herself out.

The doctor left the war room. He gave up the freedom he had finally obtained, put on the ring, and let go of the world.

Fufu witnessed this colorful journey, and was willing to trade reason for Namashu's life, which was also Fujimaru Ritsuka's hope for survival.

She lost too much.

What I got in exchange was the only light left in my hand————

——[In this way, I also have my own wishes in the end. 】

——[My name is Solomon. Goetia, let me teach you the final magic trick. 】

——[During this trip, I have indeed seen beautiful scenery. 】

The black mud that came like a tide turned into shackles to restrain the girl, and almost her entire body sank into the pure black sea.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't care. She looked at the last fragment, and her orange eyes were gradually replaced by another color. She struggled to raise her hands high, no matter how tight the black mud around her was, it still trembled. Then touch the last color with the palm of your hand.

She knew that there had always been problems with her memory, and that she had lost some extremely important things for some reason.

But she didn't delve into it specifically. If that was the case, why did she only retain the journey of human nature in Chaldea?

Now, she seems to understand.

You didn't keep it, but you tried your best to keep it and protect it, right?

Because I believe that as long as those memories are still there, no matter how deep the despair is, I can rely on the last color to overcome it.

Yeah, so much has been taken away from me.

There is only so much left in your hands.

If anyone still wants to take it away.

In the final moment of destruction, the turbulent flow of magic annihilated anything in the material world. The girl who looked like marshmallow was clearly facing such terrifying despair, but she turned back to look at herself, her eyes that were usually so weak and angry flashed. Light.

——[Senior, can you hold my hand again? 】

In the silent space, the girl's lips moved slightly.

She closed her eyes, transparent tears falling from the corners of her eyes, and her slender fingers moved inwards, tightly holding the last light in her palms. At the same time, the boundless darkness finally completely covered Fujimaru Ritsuka, leaving only those tightly closed eyes.

Then at the next moment, Hei Ni let out a frequent and sharp scream.

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ps: This is not the evil in this world, but the setting of the abandoned hole (I feel like some people may not have played the game like me, so I would like to remind you).

ah? You ask me what an abandoned hole is?

I do not know either. (tilt head)

Anyway, let’s use it first, readers will help me get it back anyway! (bushi

The reason why Abby, Count, and Oberon (I don’t know about this character and haven’t watched much of the second part) can’t appear directly is that you must contact the setting of the abandoned hole, and then contact Ritsuka who has experienced the Lost Belt again. "Rebirth" and amnesia should also be speculated.

What, you have it, right?

If you have it, please tell the author, I haven’t yet (serious color)

ps2: Some time ago, there was a big plot about Matthew. I can only say that I have not played it and am not qualified to comment. But sometimes the author is too crazy to just criticize the character.

It's better to keep those beautiful memories and create them yourself. Happiness is the most important thing.