Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"Since you're so powerful, you should be able to help me find my idiot, right?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka closed one eye and made a cute expression.

"Hmph. The whereabouts of a mere scoundrel troubles this king? It seems even the star elves have fallen, no... is it the empathy of humans?"

Gilgamesh's tone was sarcastic.

Looking at that girl with the same blonde hair and red eyes.

Gilgamesh suddenly had a feeling that the other person was extremely similar to himself.

Ah...

—This means he hasn't fallen into depravity, never mind.

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought to herself.

If you've fallen into depravity, you won't be so easy to talk to; I'll chop your elbow off right there and then.

Although Gilgamesh took the battle at the seaside park a little more seriously, he seems to have returned to his "pleasant" state now.

This expression clearly indicates an attempt to see Fujimaru Ritsuka's helpless and embarrassed state.

At the same time, he did not activate his omnipotent eyes.

However, even if it's turned on, it won't do any good.

Since Kama is a goddess, the price for using one's clairvoyance and powers to know the gods would be very high.

"Fine... if you can't do anything about it, then forget it."

Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head, looking rather helpless:

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. Seriously... where did that idiot go so late?"

"Hey, are you leaving so early?"

King Iskandar, taken aback, raised his cup: "Let's stay and have a chat. It's quite a coincidence that heroes from different eras have met here. How about we talk about our ideals... for example—"

"Why do you want to seize the Holy Grail?"

It seems the other party doesn't want to let Fujimaru Ritsuka go back so easily.

The red-haired giant seemed to really enjoy listening to other people's ideals and doctrines.

"Fools! All the treasures of the world belong to me, so the Holy Grail rightfully belongs to me. I am not fighting for the Holy Grail, but to punish you scoundrels who have coveted my treasures."

"Well said—!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka clapped her hands: "Your Holy Grail has been corrupted. Although it can grant wishes, it could destroy the entire world if you're not careful."

"What..."

Has the Holy Grail been contaminated?

This was the first time Gilgamesh had heard of this matter.

"What do you know—?"

The King of Heroes narrowed his eyes at Fujimaru Ritsuka: "You bastard. How exactly did the Holy Grail become corrupted?"

"You can understand that kind of thing just by looking at it."

Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged: "But if you go to see it, you have to be careful. Ordinary Servants can be easily devoured by that thing."

"joke..."

Gilgamesh sneered, his tone full of dissatisfaction and mockery towards Fujimaru Ritsuka's words:

"If you've managed to whet my appetite, then you've succeeded. But being devoured is a ridiculous thing; even if that so-called Holy Grail were a hundred times stronger, it wouldn't work."

As the King of Heroes.

Even as a Servant, one is naturally extremely proud.

The Hero King, who considered himself unparalleled, was confident that even if the Holy Grail were corrupted, he would not be safe.

In fact, as long as the calamity within the Holy Grail has not fully matured, it is indeed no match for Gilgamesh.

That is, if Gilgamesh does not intentionally die.

If he can't contain his curiosity... he might be swallowed whole by the Holy Grail.

"Oh, right, little girl."

The Conqueror King suddenly asked Fujimaru Ritsuka again:

"Who exactly is this strategist you just mentioned, the one who can be considered my formidable rival?"

"Who is it..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised the corners of her mouth, pondered for a moment... and then looked behind her.

"Yes."

The long-haired man in the suit slowly revealed his figure.

He wore a long red robe, and his brows were etched with the wisdom and experience of a middle-aged man.

Despite his calm demeanor, his eyes held an unprecedented brilliance.

El-Melloi II.

Weber Velvet

Chapter 242 Creating a World of Love, Igniting a Universe of Love

"Oh, you are...?"

Iskandar was slightly taken aback when he saw the appearance of the newcomer.

Even if some people's appearance changes to a certain extent, some of their habits may not change.

For example, the way they walk, or certain small, unintentional movements, or the look in their eyes when they are nervous.

"As you can see, I am also a Servant... except that I am currently just a vessel, a human being who bears the power of Heroic Spirits."

"So that's how it is. This must be a pseudo-Servant."

The Conqueror King wore an unprecedented smile: "What, kid, are you here to issue a challenge? Caster alone might have a hard time defeating me."

"Yes. Of course I know that."

yes...

El-Melloi II looked at the smiling, imposing giant and felt a strong stirring in his heart.

No one knows your strength better than me.

The red-haired giant wore a hearty smile.

He looked at that familiar face, weathered by time and from a distant memory, a face he would never forget, a face that had burned like a raging fire in his young heart.

"Since you know that I have been challenged again, then I presume you have already devised a countermeasure? I accept."

Iskandar readily agreed.

"Thank you for your understanding, Conqueror King. I can assure you that my Master, that is, that girl, will absolutely not intervene."

"That girl, could it be...?"

Iskandar turned to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka. He had initially thought Fujimaru Ritsuka was the Servant, but now it seemed—

"So that's how it is. She's the Master. I didn't expect that."

Weber froze for a moment, his mouth agape, a look of utter panic on his face, almost causing him to collapse to the ground:

"She...she's a Master? No way! Someone that strong couldn't possibly be a Master—even Servants are no match for her!"

That kind of person becoming a Master or something.

Weber didn't even dare to think about it.

In Waver's mind, Masters were always the "backup" who hid behind Servants and provided magical power. Masters like Fujimaru Ritsuka, who could directly confront the Heroic Spirits of the Age of Gods, completely overturned his understanding of "Master".

"Humph."

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and just sneered, remaining silent and continuing to mock the others as clowns.

This arrogant, conceited bastard from another era will never lower his head unless he learns a lesson from carelessness.

"What a fool."

King El-Melloi II shook his head as he looked at Weber's panicked state.

"Hey, hey, hey, who are you calling an idiot?!"

"Of course it's you! You idiot who can't even tell your own limitations, so smug because you're a little bit clever. An idiot like you would have died countless times by now if it weren't for good luck!"

Even the usually composed Second Prince couldn't hold back any longer.

Do not know why.

Seeing his past self, El-Melloi II felt the same disgust as Kenneth... He now realized how arrogant and detestable he had been.

"What? You just started yelling at me like that? Are you my parents or something...? What's it to you—"

"You better think carefully about your own worth, kid! Don't you know how much this frivolous behavior will cost you? You only got through all sorts of difficulties by luck, but you think it's your own strength. You haven't made any progress at all."

"What did you say?!"

Weber found it strange; he treated others quite well, yet he felt that he absolutely did not want to lose to the person in front of him.

It's normal for people to dislike themselves.

Although young Weber did not know that the other person was his future self, his innate and unique dissatisfaction made him feel that he could not identify with "his future self".

"Hello--!"

Iskandar suddenly patted Weber on the back with his large hand, looking at El-Melloi II with a serious expression.

"No matter what, I can't pretend I didn't see them scolding my little master in front of me."

"whispering sound..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka clearly saw jealousy in El-Melloi II's eyes.

what--

Fujimaru Ritsuka instantly understood.

A white photo album.

Indeed, it's understandable to feel a sense of loss when you see someone you admire protecting someone else.

Even if the person opposite you is yourself, but not the real you, an indescribable sour feeling will still explode in your heart.

"I see. So you've already decided to fight this Conqueror King, haven't you?"

Iskandar looked at El-Melloi II again:

“However, strategist, your decision is certainly not without reason. But let me hear your reasons for changing your battle strategy.”

"of course."

King El-Melloi II nodded seriously.

"This Holy Grail War has changed drastically compared to what I expected. The original plan can no longer resolve this crisis."

"So I plan to change my plans and speed up this process."

"If the evil of the Holy Grail is fully awakened, it will be terrible. Lancer and the Master have also been kidnapped..."

Weber was delighted when he heard the news.

"Could it be that, Mr. Kenneth—is too good..."

"Ok?"

El-Melloi II glared fiercely at Weber.

"I...I mean, it's such a shame."

Weber quickly changed his tune.

—What the heck...?

Weber muttered to himself.