I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

[Sacrificed Person Romani Achiman, Missing Person Hidika]

To put it lightly, it seems that two people who are not worth mentioning are lost. Whether it is a group of master candidates who can't be ranked at a critical time, or those who later entered Chaldea, they still don't care about sacrificing the two missing people.

But she couldn't do anything, she had to wait, even if she was ridiculed by the official masters, she would stay in Chaldea, Hidicah and Roman entrusted Matthew to her, and Hidicah said he would come back, saying Maybe one day he'll wake her up after she accidentally falls asleep somewhere in a remarkable place, and maybe drag the self-talking and sacrificial guy to apologize to her.

So get ready for that day.

Fujimaru Rika rubbed her cheeks vigorously, put two strawberry cakes in the small refrigerator by the bed, and closed her eyes while lying on the bed.

That day will surely come.

... In the space domain that has lost its meaning, ten rings are quietly placed on the jade seat, and a shadow covers the ten rings for a long time, and finally he stretched out his hand towards the ring.

"I have time, and I will always think of a way to pull you back. You must grit your teeth then!"

"Romani Archiman!"

PS Lossbelt will follow the normal Lossbelt process

Legend derived from Chapter 1

The scene of that day, Fujimaru Rika has never forgotten, woke up countless times at night, the guy who secretly used her room as a shelter for lazy did not appear at her bedside, and the strawberry cake in the refrigerator was never seen again. has not been reduced.

In order to prevent the two fishy guys from getting enough points, she always stuffed a strawberry cake into it before going to bed.

That's right, they will come back, the world has not been cruel to this point, why can they only end up like this when they have been working hard all the time!

That day, the cakes filled the fridge, but they haven't come back yet.

"Senior? Senior?" Mash pushed the dazed Fujimaru Tachika's shoulder, "Senior, are you feeling unwell?"

"Hey, I was asked by Olga Marie to take good care of you. Although she's gone now, I don't want to break my promise," Goldruff said with an awkward expression.

"Yeah, the acting director still cares for his subordinates as always," Holmes smiled and clapped his hands.

"How many times have I said it! I bought Chaldea from Olga Marie, otherwise you would have been turned into ice sculptures, so! I am the chief!"

"If it weren't for us, you would be one of the ice sculptures," a scaled-down version of Da Vinci grumbled.

"It's really as lively as ever," Fujimaru Rika scratched the back of her head, "That's great."

How long has it been since those two bastards let her dove?

Every day of a girl is priceless, so the two bastards owe her infinite time. When they come back, they must give them a set of punches, and then put all those pigeon cakes into their mouths inside.

Waiting for something, accepting that they will never come back, how can it be admitted!

"That's great, I thought senior was nervous," Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, "After all, what we're going to face next is—"

"The captain of Group A, Kirshtalia Vodim," Goldruf rubbed his temples, "I remember evaluating him as if he was a genius, but it was nothing more than a piece of paper and no real benefit. ."

"Looks like you've taken a wrong look at the director again," Tatsuka Fujimaru said.

"Huh? It's not my evaluation, what else is there!" Goldruff waved his fists in dissatisfaction, "Don't forget that I used my family to support you during your financial crisis."

"That's why we say that the director's eyes are like torches," Sherlock Holmes said with a smile, "it is also thanks to the director's decisive judgment that we have been able to get here, so now we also need a great director to lead us to overcome this fifth Lost Belt. "

"Cough, cough, Detective Sherlock Holmes has the vision," Goldruff coughed heavily and waved his hand, "Now follow Captain Goldruff's command and move forward!"

Got it done.

Well, it's done.

Fujimaru Rika sighed and leaned against the wall.

She didn't know when her sighs increased.

It's all to blame for those two idiots leaving. If they were still there, nothing would change. The invincible Hidicah would definitely beat them up before Group A did anything. The good doctor would definitely take care of them, okay? So that they don't die on the second beat.

Even if such a thing happened, the doctor would definitely command her to fight with coffee like in the past, but this time she could supervise the doctor to rest honestly, and Sidica would definitely help with a smile.

But no, I managed to persevere until now, how can I think about these depressing things!

"Snapped--"

Fujimaru Rika raised her hands and patted her face hard.

"It's coming!!!"

"Wang yo, are you resting? This is really a rare scene in a thousand years. Please keep this action. I will let the world's most powerful painter record this historic scene."

The middle-aged man with white hair pushed his glasses and used a tone of indifferent tone to tease the young man sitting on the throne with his eyes closed.

"Professor, I'm just thinking about something," the young man opened his eyes, and the dim palace immediately became brightly lit.

The middle-aged man whistled.

"Professor, how long has it been since this world was blocked by that wall?" The young man stood up, his clear eyes seemed to wash away all the filth in this world.

"Well, every minute and every second is unbearable for Wang, why bother adding to his own troubles," the middle-aged man shrugged, "It's okay, those guys will soon be able to figure out a way to pass through that wall, after all They were set up for this kind of situation, and they're probably working on it like crazy right now."

"Really? It's really hard for them," the young man's eyes moved, "I'll go see them later, and bring some fruit by the way."

"Wang like this will only delay their work," the middle-aged man said feebly, "I can already foresee their worship."

"It's really hard to do," the young man scratched his face, "then ask her to hand it over to them."

"Wang, you really dote on her too much," the middle-aged man helped his glasses, and his lazy eyes immediately became extremely sharp, "Wang as long as you agree, I can immediately pry out the words about time travel from those people's mouths. method of the wall."