Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"Eh... what live stream? Ritsuka, don't slander me out of thin air. I'm... writing a report for you guys all night... Aha~~"

Although the report was difficult to write, we had to remove the parts about vampires and Dead Apostles to make Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu's mission to save humanity seem simpler, and that would be considered achieving our goal.

However, even if the report is difficult to write, it shouldn't be that difficult for Dr. Roman, right?

As expected, he stayed up all night to watch the live stream.

"You don't understand..."

Then he said things like "Merry is the cutest," "Merry is the gentlest," and "Vtuber Merry is the best."

This immediately drew good-natured laughter from everyone in the control room.

However, since it was Rome in the 60s AD, the preparations naturally needed to be more thorough. After all, it was not like 15th-century France, but a relatively mysterious era.

"Get ready, we'll depart in two hours. In this time, you can learn more about Emperor Nero Claudius. You can read the Star Inscription, right?"

Da Vinci gently helped Fujimaru Ritsuka straighten her dress, then patted her on the shoulder and said...

"Unfortunately, for some reason, it seems that the Star Inscription cannot be read in Chaldea."

Dr. Roman's ear twitched slightly.

"It would be good to check the information, although it may not be as accurate as the Star Records—well, just don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"I understand, thank you Da Vinci-chan."

"Alright, go back and rest. Once you're refreshed, get ready to go!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka left the central control room with a lively air—Dr. Roman watched his retreating figure, then slumped dejectedly onto the table.

"Hu~~"

Dr. Roman was genuinely worried that Fujimaru Ritsuka might glean something from the Star Inscription. It wasn't that he was afraid of his true identity being exposed, but more importantly... how would he explain it to everyone?

If he really did this, then it's understandable.

But... who did this? Who is this Solomon who suddenly appeared? He really had no clue. After all, it couldn't be that these summoning spells went crazy and did this, could it?

The most likely candidate for such a thing is the evil god Baal—also known as Beelzebub. This demon was once an enemy of the gods... It's not impossible that he might try to burn humanity.

"Since things have come to this, let's relax by watching a live stream first."

Open the application on the computer in the central control room, and a beautiful virtual idol, Flower Girl, is dancing in the live broadcast room.

"hey-hey..."

"Merry-chan, you look so pretty."

Dr. Roman couldn't help but sigh with delight, and then his little hand accidentally tapped the [Gift] icon.

"Cute! Best!"

Let Solomon's matter be, the important thing now is to watch the live stream!

"Ah...this."

Seeing Romani so engrossed in his present moment, oblivious to Jerusalem, Leonardo da Vinci simply smiled and remained silent.

—Although this person cannot reveal their identity to everyone yet, the truth will come out someday, right?

However, Dr. Roman's slacking off did not last long.

After a while, the anti-summoning system was ready, and the spirit particle transfer was adjusted to the optimal parameters.

"Dr. Roman, we are fully prepared. All we need to do next is prepare the frame for the spirit transfer."

"Ah...oh, I see."

Dr. Roman's eyes quickly switched from a playful demeanor to a serious one. He adjusted his white coat, nodded, and said, "Everyone, let's begin. The task of providing support behind the scenes for the Second Singularity is entrusted to you."

"Yes--!"

Dr. Roman perked up and got into serious mode.

Chapter 50 You must attack the Servant with the taunt ability.

Look! What are those glittering stars falling from the sky?!

Is it a meteorite?

Was it a miracle?

Or perhaps, extraterrestrials descended from the distant depths of the universe?!

Wrong! Their true identity is none of those, but rather—

"Ughhhhhh! We're going to crash, Mashu! We're going to crash!"

"Yes, senior, we're about to crash! Whoa whoa whoa whoa!"

It is said that in ancient China, spirits from the Starry Sea, who were the senses of the earth, were called fairies—meaning that Fujimaru Ritsuka should now be called a celestial being from beyond the heavens!

A shooting star streaks across the sky.

A strong gust of wind blew into his mouth, rendering him speechless.

The only way to communicate with Mash is through telepathic communication.

"Landing point uncertain, senior. Hold me tight, we're about to have a hard landing!"

"No, you should be the one holding me."

"Eh?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka put her arm around Mashu's waist, raised her hand, and closed her eyes.

"Senior, what are you doing...?"

"Adjust the landing coordinates and use the star chart to guide the position, so that we can control our landing point like we control a celestial body."

"Because—the director is with us!"

A red magic circle appeared in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand.

"Stars, Cosmos, Gods..."

Mashu was slightly taken aback: "This is... Miss Olga Marie's celestial magic?!"

"Animus, Antrum, Unbirth..."

“AnimaAnimusphere!”

It was just a brief, temporary chant, something that someone with Fujimaru Ritsuka's magical talent and ability could easily accomplish.

What's this called?!

In fact, this is the enlightenment of the true ancestor.

Ultimate destruction descends from the sky, radiating a pink glow.

A battlefield of despair.

Shouts of battle rang out, and the entire green plain was dotted with crimson and silver spots of light. Of course, these were not flowers or anything else, but soldiers roaring and fighting.

A large group of soldiers surrounded a small force, led by a crimson-clad Artoria who was holding a crimson fire sword and confronting the enemy.

Being outmatched in military strength is a hopeless situation.

However, another emperor from the East during the same era, even when facing 2 with only 50, did not lose his momentum. In fact, even the stars in the sky protected the Fire Star.

While the historical details are uncertain, in this world—it is indeed possible to summon meteorites.

In modern times, you can call them celestial magicians without any problem, but in ancient times... you would have to call them astrologers.

Fujimaru Ritsuka is, you could say, a half-baked amateur!

"Look! Look! What's that?!"

A soldier raised his finger.

"Hmm?"

Wearing a long red dress, yet boldly incorporating transparent gauze, the Rose Emperor, whose beautiful, snow-white skin radiated a dewy glow, looked in that direction with a puzzled expression.

"A meteorite! A meteorite! A fiery meteorite is hurtling towards the enemy lines!"

The ancient Romans were fascinated by meteorites... or rather, in classical times, humans who were just beginning to develop a curiosity about the sky were filled with both longing and fear of its mysterious veil.

Meteorites, on the other hand, are considered messengers of the gods, signifying good fortune and auspicious omens.

"It seems I am indeed a person favored by the gods! We cannot miss this opportunity! As the emperor, I cannot let the [Meteorite] slip by! Soldiers, this is a crucial battle opportunity—follow in my footsteps, charge!"

The flaming sword in his hand spewed out scorching light, and his pair of emerald green eyes shone brightly.

"Hey, now? Will we be completely wiped out, Your Majesty?"

"I said, charge! Continuing like this will only lead to the same result anyway! We might as well take advantage of the enemy's confusion and launch a counterattack; perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope!"

Without hesitation, Nero charged forward, brandishing his flaming sword!

"Your Majesty, oh Your Majesty!"

With their own emperor leading the charge into battle, how could the soldiers under his command not follow suit?

The soldier shook his head, a very helpless shake of his head. How could someone dare to lead an army into battle at a time like this? Otherwise, why would he be the emperor?

Then--!

boom!

A burst of intense flames erupted instantly!

Light and heat swept across the battlefield, creating shockwaves that even lifted the emperor's gauze skirt, like a rose blooming in a blood-red world.

"What happened!" asked the Nero Emperor, who was shielding her eyes from the sandstorm with her sleeve. She only saw a blazing light fall in the center of the enemy formation, forming a fiery red pillar of light as if a god had descended to earth.

"Mash, safe landing!"

"Senior, no matter how you look at it, this doesn't seem like a safe landing. I think it's more accurate to say it was a crash." Mashu dusted herself off and stumbled to her feet.

—Not safe.

"Ah... Fufu-san!"

The small white beast that emerged from Mashu's chest rolled twice on the ground, its tiny eyes darting around, before collapsing to the ground with a thud, like a drunkard who had drunk too much.

"Fu~~"

With drooping ears, Fufu lay listlessly on the ground, sobbing.

"Senior, I protest. If such a problem occurs during the next spirit particle transfer, it would be better if I were to unleash the Noble Phantasm. That way, the impact could be greatly reduced."

"Sorry, sorry, definitely next time!"

"senior...!"

"Alright, let's go find Emperor Nero. Once the Singularity Crisis is resolved, all of this will be insignificant, so don't worry about it. Mash is sometimes too serious; being careless and haphazard is more in line with human nature."

—Not human.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked around and noticed several armored soldiers in red robes, holding spears, cautiously watching her as they slowly retreated, spears raised.

"What exactly is this scene from Dynasty Warriors?"

"I don't know, but I have a feeling that we are being targeted by enemies. Senior, prepare for battle."

Mashu's gaze sharpened, she materialized a shield, and then shielded Fujimaru Ritsuka behind her.

"As of now, that's all it can do."

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath, her blood-red eyes sweeping over the soldiers. Soon, crimson magic appeared on her right hand, flashing and conspicuous.

"Senior, the Spirit Origin reaction seems to indicate an enemy Servant!"

Right in the center of the army formation, Mashu, with her sharp eyes, spotted a burly man wearing golden armor and a red cloak who looked very strong.

"Ughhhhhh... Ughhhhhhhh!"

The burly man roared like a madman, a frenzy and paranoia that Fujimaru Ritsuka had seen in two other people. One was Lancelot; the other was Gilles de Rais. And this man, without a doubt, was a madman fighter in a state of madness, no less than the former two.

"Looks like a berserker, be careful, senior. Leave the defense to me."

"No, something feels strange..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped Mash, who was preparing to fight.

What sets Berserkers apart from other Servants is that, when their stats are greatly enhanced, they lose their rationality and become even more obsessive. Logically, this shouldn't be that important, since each class has its own characteristics, but this particular Berserker seems excessively twisted.