Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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Blue ghostly flames rose from the old man wielding the giant sword.

In an instant, his power rose to an extremely terrifying level.

“My name is Hassan-i-Sabah, the Old Man of the Mountain. In other words, the first Hassan, as described by the Hassan you met.”

The words had all been spoken.

Even in Scáthach's domain.

The aura emanating from this skeletal old man still surpassed that of the [Realm of Death].

"That must be King Hassan."

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought for a moment and then spoke.

"If you wish to address me that way, then you may do so."

Wang Hassan didn't particularly care what Fujimaru Ritsuka called him; a name was just a label, so it didn't matter what he was called.

"However, how exactly can we defeat the Lion King... If you could guide me, that would be wonderful."

Fujimaru Ritsuka said earnestly.

“Raise your sword.”

The old man spoke succinctly, then with a sharp clang, he drew his greatsword.

Then, he and Scáthach exchanged a glance.

"Go together."

“Okay.” Scáthach smiled and nodded slightly.

"What? Does this mean I should challenge King Hassan together with Scáthach?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly shook her head and refused, saying, "Let's forget about it. Even if it's the strongest King Hassan, it's too unfair for the two of them to fight together."

Although the opponents were all powerful figures, it was still too much for two against one. So, if it weren't for the crisis, Fujimaru Ritsuka would never have been so despicable.

"Ok?"

Scáthach's smile did not diminish.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka...aren't you misunderstanding something?"

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly shrank her neck and blinked her big, innocent eyes.

"The matter I discussed with the Queen was actually..."

The ghostly fire in Wang Hassan's eyes flickered instantly.

"I will begin the Trial of the Evening Bell with the Queen of Shadows."

"what?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned.

hum!

A ball of flame suddenly exploded from Fujimaru Ritsuka's head!

no...

Am I right?

An old man and an old woman, how old are they, ganging up on me, a sixteen-year-old girl?

One kills gods as easily as eating and drinking, while the other slaughters people as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

Team up to attack me?

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at King Hassan and Scáthach in disbelief.

As two people closely associated with death, they certainly wouldn't joke around.

Moreover, their expressions were definitely not those of someone joking.

Good luck!

Scáthach wore an amusing smile, a smile that, while beautiful, was so dangerous it even gave off a sense of ill intent.

Fujimaru Ritsuka remained silent for a moment.

Can I run away?

"Hehe...what do you think?"

Scáthach said with her usual forced smile, "Be prepared to die. From now on, the old man and I will fight you with all our might."

"Experience the true meaning of death."

"This will be a rare experience for the immortal ancestor."

Not going all out yet?

Scáthach just now?!

Scáthach rarely fights at full strength; she usually enjoys the thrill of battle, and when she's a Servant, what she likes most is the feeling of being killed and leaving the battlefield.

But now, she is the Queen of the Land of Shadows.

She said she would go all out.

That is the demigod who slays gods and fills the entire realm of runes and demons.

"Do not be afraid, deny, or retreat."

"Half-True Ancestor, just charge towards my Death Sword."

"We are the spirits lurking in the darkness, the inheritors of humanity and the stars... If you truly wish to protect the future of mankind, you must not be afraid."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Hassan's enormous sword, which concealed a sword light capable of annihilating everything, and contained within it the power to evaporate the souls of True Ancestors.

The sky over the Land of Shadows is leaden gray.

The thorny vines on the cliff face resembled congealed blood, clinging to the jagged rocks.

"No..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka swallowed hard.

The gunshot grazed her cheek in an instant, followed by Scáthach's gentle yet deadly voice.

"What, are you scared?"

Scáthach's spear tip grazed her cheek, and Fujimaru Ritsuka barely dodged it. When she looked up again, she saw a giant sword hurtling towards her with a sharp whistling sound.

It does not contain any magic.

She couldn't even sense the threat posed by the powerful Servants that Fujimaru Ritsuka usually felt.

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly realized what was happening.

In terms of strength, King Hassan was not among the top warriors.

However, if a real fight breaks out, he can easily decapitate many top warriors.

His eyes shone with either the joy of life or the despair of death.

"Look into my eyes, face my sword of death."

"By experiencing death through eternity, you can ensure that your soul will not decay."

? !

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly leaned back, then rapidly materialized the Fallen Holy Sword and swept it out, the black aura instantly resisting the greatsword's slash.

The moment she caught the sword, Fujimaru Ritsuka realized that she had made a mistake.

There are no flashy special effects, no terrifying magic, just a simple slash.

It's terrifying.

"Good weight!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka gritted her teeth, her long golden hair being tossed about by the impact of the swords clashing.

"Isn't the old man an assassin? Why is he so strong—"

The girl grumbled angrily. Although the battle was starting to get tough, she hadn't yet realized the seriousness of the situation.

"However, it's very strong, but I can still hold on."

"Next comes the counterattack—"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was just about to unleash her magic.

Scáthach's spear seized the opportunity to strike from the side, the tip of the spear grazing Fujimaru Ritsuka's side, leaving a trail of blood.

"Does it hurt?" Scáthach's voice was tinged with laughter.

Don't be fooled by her smile; her spear flashes with a ferocious killing intent.

Although the True Ancestor possessed powerful regenerative abilities, the opponent's afterimage-like spear technique made it impossible for Fujimaru Ritsuka to concentrate.

"It hurts so much!"

The worse the situation, the more Fujimaru Ritsuka needed to calm down, but the calmer she became, the more the pain affected her judgment.

"Are you afraid? Even a half-true ancestor is not unkillable with our methods."

Scáthach flicked the blood from the tip of her gun.

She dodged Fujimaru Ritsuka's counterattack, then casually created distance before transforming into a crimson glow and charging at high speed from another direction.

"Living towards death, this is the education of the Land of Shadows."

The ghostly fire in Wang Hassan's eyes flickered once more.

"What the Anchor of Stars fears is nothing more than the collapse of human reason."

The old man in the mountain struck with his sword, instantly sending Fujimaru Ritsuka flying. The light of his Star Breath was even split in two, leaving only a bright blue ghostly flame.

"The bird that will eventually perish but still soars high in the sunrise is the one she fears."

"So, Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"If you wish to inherit my power, you must uphold our belief in protecting humanity."

"Get rid of fear, get rid of hesitation, get rid of identity."

"Charge headlong into death! Listen to the evening bells, for your advance will never cease!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was blasted away, and the imagined manifestation of her Noble Phantasm was conceptually "killed".

She knelt down with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

death.

This is not what I expected.

This is not because I am afraid of killing or afraid of death.

Taking someone's life is not such a simple matter.

This involves bearing the responsibility and awareness of taking the lives of others.

The demise of one's own life is not such a simple matter.

This means abandoning everything you carry and choosing to escape.

"wrong."

"That's not the case..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her head, and her white Chaldea uniform shone brightly once more.

"Hmm...?"

Watching Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly rise up from the sword of death.

King Hassan raised his greatsword once more.

This time, the "death" aura on the sword was mixed with a faint hint of "expectation".

Scáthach's spear was poised for action once more, and in the red light emanating from its tip, the figure of Fujimaru Ritsuka, eager to pounce, was reflected.