Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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It can hold an endless supply of rice.

As long as there is rice, people can survive.

As long as there is rice, people can happily fill their stomachs.

In times of scarcity, rice as white as jade was an absolute treasure that people longed for but could never obtain.

Clang.

Not long after.

A burly man with green hair, carrying a sack of rice, pushed open the door and stretched heartily.

"Hmm... Ah, I'm awake. Time to get to work! Haha..."

They were neither imprisoned nor blocked; instead, they walked out as if nothing had happened.

Tripitaka was so surprised that he exclaimed loudly.

"Hey, Fujita? It's Fujita! Why did you walk out of the cell so easily? Weren't you locked up or subjected to any cruel punishment?"

She strode forward and began to scrutinize Tawara Tota.

“I could come out whenever I wanted. But the price would be to provide the soldiers with plenty of food—that was Lancelot’s condition.”

The green-haired, hearty man scratched the back of his head and said with a smile, "More important than that is Sanzang. I never expected that she would come back after running away. It's unbelievable. She must have come back because she was so hungry."

"What are you talking about! Of course I was worried about you, that's why I asked Goten to come and rescue you! You stupid disciple!"

Sanzang's face flushed red, and in a fit of rage, he struck Tawara Tota's head with his staff.

"Hahaha... Just kidding, please have mercy on me."

Tawara Tota was a forthright and heroic man, but he was quickly defeated when he unleashed his master's authority in front of Sanzang.

"It seems you already know who I am. It is indeed a bit late to introduce myself now, but let me say it anyway."

"My name is Tawara Tota, and my class is Archer. I won't discuss my combat prowess for now, but if you're hungry, feel free to come to me. You can't fight on an empty stomach!"

"Great!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka clapped her hands, her expression extremely excited, her scarlet eyes gleaming:

"Although my [Imagination Manifestation] can create bread, it cannot create rice. Whether it's pastries or staple foods, rice is an indispensable ingredient!"

"Do you have any plans to come to Chaldea for further exploration?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka made a decision in her heart: if the other party didn't come to Chaldea, she would use her Mystic Eyes to control the other party and take them away. Even if that didn't work, she would at least bring the Endless Rice Bag back.

To know.

Tawara Tota's Noble Phantasm, "Endless Rice Bag," has no restrictions on the type of rice.

That is,

Whether it's glutinous rice, brown rice, or indica rice...

From rice varieties specially offered to royalty to those familiar to ordinary people, they should all be able to be listed!

Even the world's top-quality rice should be fine. As long as it's rice that humans can cultivate, the endless rice bag should be able to pour it out indefinitely!

However, perhaps due to the limitations of the era, Tawara Tota seems to have completely failed to discover the terrifying value of this treasure.

The most important things in this world are water and food.

With this treasure, the entire world's agricultural system could be completely destroyed, granting absolute control over rice. Then, the wicked Fujimaru Ritsuka could become the Rice King, monopolizing the entire world...

sorry..

That's a bit of an overreaction.

The Endless Rice Bag is a heavy treasure trove borne for the happiness of people; it should not be used for greedy purposes.

Greed is not a good civilization.

But gluttony is a good thing.

Because eating is happiness.

"Chaldea... I think it's an observatory or something. Anyway, it should be a legitimate organization. I'll consider it if needed. But right now, you see... I also have someone who needs looking after. The legendary three disciples are all away, I can't just leave the Tripitaka Master unattended."

Tawara Tota sighed as he spoke, but then quickly cheered himself up: "But this can be considered a trial, right? A trial, as long as we try our best to overcome it!"

"That's easy to handle."

Fujimaru Ritsuka waved her hand, indicating that there was no problem: "Then why don't you go to Chaldea with Sanzang? Maybe you can be of great help if we encounter any singularities in India in the future, right?"

"Eh? Me too? Ah... I really can't help it, but since it's my disciple's request, as his master, I have no choice but to agree, right?"

When Sanzangqin heard about the opportunity to travel, she immediately perked up. She patted her chest and agreed without hesitation.

This silly child, I feel like he'll get scammed someday.

For example, getting on a ship bound for India by some unscrupulous uncle and ending up in the Americas.

"Well..."

Silent Hassan lowered his head slightly.

Perhaps because Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't ask her, she seemed somewhat disappointed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at the serene Hassan, then smiled.

"You still have the people of the mountains to protect."

"Fujimaru Ritsuka-sama...I..."

indeed so.

Quiet Hassan has the responsibility of being the "Old Man of the Mountain." No matter what, she should first protect the people of the mountain, their fellow human beings.

"Don't think too much. Even if you are a Servant, your body is too weak right now. You don't need to say anything, just lean on my back."

Fujimaru Ritsuka carried the serene Hassan on her back.

The girl made a soft, whimpering sound like a fragile little rabbit, then huddled behind Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Ready to go."

Feeling the girl's light and soft skin against my back.

Fujimaru Ritsuka inexplicably felt a warm, fiery sensation coming from behind her.

This wasn't just the temperature of Silent Hassan's body, but also the gaze of her clear eyes.

His sinister gaze was fixed on the righteous knight on the city wall like a sharp sword.

The knight, clad in black armor, had a solemn and cold expression, his face clouded with gloom.

"Open the city gates."

"I have come on the orders of the Lion King to interrogate the arrested rebels."

Agravivan's voice was like a cold piece of iron.

He didn't take the people in the fortress seriously; in fact, they were just pawns in the Lion King's process of building his ideal kingdom.

Unlike the other Knights of the Round Table who prided themselves on their nobility, Agrave never talked about morality, refugees, or human lives; he was merely a consumable for King Arthur's ideal kingdom.

Agguwen is currently showing some patience.

So he waited for a reply from the city wall.

"Excuse me, Lord Agraven. We need to confirm whether you are indeed Lord Agraven?"

"Is that confirmed...? Although it's a pointless and futile effort, this cautious attitude is commendable."

Agraven nodded slightly, somewhat satisfied with their impartial and law-abiding attitude. Although they were ineligible to travel to the ideal land, their willingness to fight for the Lion King to the very end deserved praise.

—Thoughts of the Witch's Son.

After a thorough inspection.

The soldiers guarding the city finally confirmed it.

"It seems you must be Lord Agravine."

“Of course.” Agguivin nodded. “Enough with the small talk, just open the city gates and let me in.”

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid we cannot let you in, Lord Agguwen."

The soldier, somewhat regretful, held up his torch and transmitted his voice from above.

Agraven slammed his hand on the hilt of his sword, his black armor reflecting the moonlight.

His eyes were deep as he looked at the knights on the city wall, a hint of murderous intent rising in his heart.

The soldiers on the city wall trembled as they gripped their torches, but even so, due to the effects of Fujimaru Ritsuka's Bewitching Eyes, they could only grit their teeth and shout:

"We are acting on Lord Lancelot's orders—Lord Agraven and his dogs are not permitted to enter!"

"Lancelot?"

Agguivin's pupils contracted sharply, his gloomy gaze sweeping across the city wall.

"Are you sure it was Lancelot who said that?"

"determine."

That's what the soldiers all say.

Even Agruven had to believe it.

Lancelot and Agravure had always been at odds, and Lancelot had even killed Agravure during his lifetime.

Agrave also revealed to the King the affair between Lancelot and Guinevere, namely in The Cry II: The Temple of the Beast VIII, that if the Lion King hadn't been holding them back, these two enemies would probably have fought each other if they hadn't met.

Agguiwen couldn't understand it.

But... even if Lancelot hates him, he shouldn't turn against him at this critical juncture, unless that guy Lancelot rebels?!

Could it be that that bastard has betrayed the king once again?

But if you can't figure it out, then you can't figure it out. It's not too late to figure it out after you kill Lancelot!

He had said long ago that Lancelot, that rebellious fellow, could never be trusted, but the benevolent king repeatedly appointed that guy to important positions.

"Ha, Lancelot, where did he get the guts! My orders as regent should be more effective than that guy's."

If that guy causes any more trouble just before the Holy Lance enters its final stage, I'll risk my life to subject that traitor to unprecedented and unbearable torture!

As Agguwen spoke, he drew his sword.

His tone was icy, and he issued the order without hesitation.

Suppressing his rage, the usually calm Agguven issued a cruel order.

"Wait a minute, Lord Agguwen, what are you doing—"

"Siege the city."

"But...those people are our knights..."

Stab it!

Wow!

Before he finished speaking, crimson, eerie blood gushed out like a fountain, flowing like a torrent. A huge head rolled to the ground, and the knight's eyes widened in disbelief.

As soon as someone in Agravan's personal guard raised a question, Agravan beheaded him: "I am the Lion King's regent, and now, my orders are the Lion King's orders."

"No questioning or doubting is allowed."

Agguwen stared coldly at the white chalk walls, his face ashen and icy, like the night frost of the desert that sent chills down one's spine.

"Any doubt about the king is a sign of disloyalty."

His voice was low and his gaze cold as he gave the order again: "Attack the city!"

"Yes Yes!"

The knights following Agravan nodded hastily, then began to assemble, preparing to attack the city. It was just a tiny castle, not worth the attention of the powerful Knights of the Round Table.

There are two important prisoners being held here; we can't let them escape, even if we kill everyone else.

Therefore, Agravín launched an attack without the slightest hesitation!

He was always a thoughtful and competent administrator, but he couldn't stay calm when problems involved Lancelot.