Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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But then I thought about it.

—Wouldn't it be alright to let Ritsuka get used to the [beast] beforehand?

In the future, there will be a battle with Goetia, and Ritsuka, in her current state, has absolutely no chance of winning.

Moreover, the battle will take place in the Grand Temple of Time, which is the opponent's home turf, making Ritsuka's chances of survival even slimmer.

"Well, let's observe for a while first."

The princess pondered for a moment, then sheathed the sharp magic sword.

The Demon Queen seemed unaware that she was being targeted. At that moment, she was smugly pleased with herself, thinking that she was on the second level and had very cleverly chosen a human who was easily corrupted.

"Look at how happy she is, it's like I've already captured her, hehehehe..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka did find it quite interesting.

The blue flame in his hand kept changing into various shapes.

"But no matter how I think about it, this [Flame of Love] isn't very useful..."

There is no temperature.

There is no power.

It seemed so different from the kind of flames that burned people like charcoal in my memory.

"Well, forget it."

Crush the flame of love in your palm.

Fujimaru Ritsuka opened her other hand, and from her palm, a blazing black flame, accompanied by excruciating pain, surged forth, igniting the fire of revenge that had been simmering within her.

"This one is still the best... It can deal damage in Servant battles, but it's too much of a burden."

It's still not as useful as Star Breath.

The white-haired demon king, hidden within the spirit, suddenly saw that the girl had stopped playing with his flames and immediately flew into a rage!

---hurry up!

Stop playing with that black flame!

—Hurry up and play with my flames, you bastard! Hurry up and feel my [love] and then completely fall!

—This is a curse, the Demon King's curse!!!

Seriously, what does this person take the Demon King for?! Looks like I'll have to resort to real force!!

—Hurry up and fall into depravity!

Chapter 167 Heroic Spirit Idols - The Demonic Sound Duo!

“Sita…”

"Lord Rama..."

too long.

We've been separated for too long, and I'm filled with endless regret.

When I looked at Sita again, I was very focused.

Rama recalled the distant past when the two of them were exiled together and shared joys and sorrows.

Even though a hero's great deeds can write a legend, they cannot bring a happy ending.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the tips of his hair, giving them a warm, golden edge.

A shared breath, fingertips that can touch.

"I'm sorry, I regret it so much... I regret not... Waaah..."

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper that had been rubbed together.

“It’s alright, Lord Rama, Sita is here… Sita is right here, and we will never be apart again.”

The young woman stroked her husband's cheek, her gentle eyes showing no trace of blame.

No one is perfect.

But it is precisely because we have each other that we can fill the missing part in our hearts.

"That's great, it's a happy ending."

Noknare said.

She doesn't find the topic of romance offensive.

However, regarding the question of Rama and Sita...

"Even if it was a mistake of the curse, you still went too far by exiling Sita just because you suspected her of infidelity, didn't you?"

If Rama hesitated before Sita proved her chastity to Hephaestus, that would be perfectly normal; anyone who cares about their wife would fear that their lover might betray them.

Because of the rumors among the people, Sita will be exiled... As a king, it may be right to maintain the stability of the country, but as a husband, he has failed miserably.

"It's my fault... I regret it so much... I regret it so much—"

"If there were another time—"

I will never let go again, and I will protect her to the very end.

The orange-haired boy made up his mind.

"Alright then. In that case, Sita will be returned to you."

Noknare waved her hand and said magnanimously to the crowd, "Since you don't intend to join my ranks, then you should hurry up and leave."

"I'm also heading north to join Maeve in the final battle against the United States."

Fujimaru Ritsuka hesitated for a moment: "Eh, are we really okay leaving like this?"

"What, are you a little reluctant to part with me and want to become my [servant]? It's a bit too late to regret it now!"

Noknare tossed her long, smooth pink hair and winked with a smile.

Who will become your servant?

Caster waved his hand angrily: "Ritsuka would never become a servant of a woman like you. I think you should stop daydreaming, you narcissist!"

"Who are you calling a narcissist! This is confidence. I'm a country bumpkin, completely different from a tasteless idiot like you! Just wait until I conquer North America and you'll obediently submit!"

Noknare walked away with an arrogant smile.

She left behind a dashing silhouette.

"That person is... really... somewhat unbelievable."

Mashu remarked with emotion, "Even though she's on the opposing side, Miss Noknare seems to be a good person."

Senior, if..."

Mashu turned to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka again.

The latter nodded.

"Hmm. If we defeat her then, let's try to make her our ally."

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't particularly want to be enemies with Noknare, but after all, she seemed to want to "liberate" humanity in this era.

This might just be a whim of hers.

For people of this era, it is impossible for there to be a ruler, or rather, a "king," more outstanding than Noknare.

"Let's get moving, Mash."

"That's right, senior."

The next target, naturally, is the United States.

The current president is said to be Thomas Edison.

When Fujimaru Ritsuka first received this information, she thought she might have misheard.

However, unexpectedly, Edison, the follower, became president.

This trajectory is truly somewhat comical.

"Where exactly is the pathogen that needs to be corrected next, Master?"

Nightingale tugged at her gloves: "We've already wasted a lot of time, and I wonder how many more people are suffering under the [pathogen's] clutches."

"Let's get moving!"

"And Rama, come here quickly, I'll put him in your bag."

Nightingale opened her backpack, then looked at Rama, waved her hand, and gestured to put him inside.

"Hey Hey hey!"

"I'm cured now, I don't need to be used as a backpack anymore!"

Sita tilted her head slightly: "Lord Rama... what exactly is that Rama backpack...?"

The petite girl asked with a puzzled look on her face.

“It’s nothing…hehe…Sita, it really is nothing.”

Being stuffed into a backpack and carried all the way here like a piece of trash is just too embarrassing no matter how you look at it!

"Oh, I see. Sorry, I almost forgot; I just instinctively wanted to stuff you into my backpack."

Nightingale nodded.

The unique sense of humor that nurses possess is something they develop through practice, often in order to alleviate patients' fear and pain during emergency care.

But clearly, the berserker-ified Nightingale doesn't seem to be able to handle this well.

However, please rest assured about one thing.

Miss Nightingale would definitely still save lives.

After resolving the issues concerning Rama and Sita, Fujimaru Ritsuka still harbored some doubts about the white-haired demon king, but now was not the time to dwell on those matters.

Noknare said something very important when she saw everyone off.

That is, the United States intends to have a decisive battle with the Celts.

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't have much affection for the United States' methods, given the nature of this singularity, if the United States fell, the operation to save humanity and eliminate the singularity would be considered a failure.

In other words, if the United States were to lose a decisive battle.

Next, the Celts swept through and conquered the entire United States.

Before that, we need to find the United States' troops.

Surprisingly... it happened in a village occupied by the Celts.

Fujimaru Ritsuka encountered a bizarre Combo that shouldn't have been there.

To be specific, Fujimaru Ritsuka had no idea where these two people had come from.

A quaint and despairing village.

A tall wooden sign was erected.

Several large characters were written crookedly on it.

Welcome to Hollywood!

The wooden sign was so simple it couldn't be simpler, and the huge platform was so simple it couldn't be simpler either. Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others immediately felt a sense of absurdity from the bottom of their hearts.

"What on earth is this?!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to complain.

However, they discovered what appeared to be the bodies of several Celtic soldiers lying nearby.

Their eyes widened, filled with fear, shock, and unprecedented pain, as if they had seen or heard an indescribable horror.

What kind of monster could possibly terrify them like this...?

"Senior, look over there!"

Look in the direction Mashu pointed out.

The spotlight, formed from condensed flames, shone brightly.