I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

"Kill her!"

Rafe decisively gave the order, a more arrogant smile spreading across his face.

A fleeting trace of sorrow flashed in the berserk Souji's eyes.

However, since the summoner was Rafe, his body continued to accelerate without any control.

Actually, Fujimaru Ritsuka also bears some responsibility for this.

The Souji, upon sensing that his Master was using his power and fighting the living Navigator, excitedly waited for Oceanus to descend, but was caught off guard and summoned by Lev, the sixth brother.

"......"

Although he didn't speak, he had already unleashed his Noble Phantasm and, without hesitation, went directly behind Shin, plunging his katana cleanly into Shin's stomach.

"Ahem——!"

"Pfft-!"

Bloodshot pupils dilated in the fleeting wind, amidst the trampling lightning and thunder.

The girl's military cap fell off, and her beautiful long black hair cascaded down, making her exceptionally beautiful.

Blood transformed into flowers and flowed from the girl's mouth.

Yin Hong's blood overflowed from his military uniform, staining the silver moonlight blade.

The attack was too fast, leaving Xin no time to create distance or even defend himself with his gun.

"Nobu————!"

"Lady Nobunaga!"

Fujimaru and Mashu withstood the lightning strikes and trampling.

A surge of inexplicable anger welled up inside me.

"Hahahaha, that's it, that's right. That's it! Fujimaru Ritsuka... Didn't you want to save humanity? Didn't you save Chaldea? Didn't you save France and Rome?"

"I'll show you that you can't save anything today!"

"I can't do anything!"

"Hahahahahahahaha, despair, then fear! Fujimaru Ritsuka, then weep bitterly! I'll show you that true happiness is dying without knowing anything!"

"You can run away, but the pirates and soldiers behind you will probably all be killed! Haha ...

......

"I won't run away!"

The blue eyes remained unwavering, without even the slightest hesitation.

That was stubbornness, that was a New Year in which they absolutely refused to give up.

Rafe did not see despair in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes.

"What....?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head and said firmly, "I will not run away, nor will I despair."

"I will be here, with my many comrades, and I will beat you to a pulp!"

A madman, an absolute madman!

Rafe looked into Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes and felt a sudden, inexplicable chill.

[Impossible, I'm actually afraid of a mere human... What is this...]

"Kill him! Rider, we can ignore everyone else, we must eliminate Fujimaru Ritsuka! This is instinct!"

Rafe gave the order directly, roaring coldly and angrily.

"Huh?! But I think he's pretty good..." Alexander muttered.

"Shut up! Just listen to me! Give the order again: eliminate Fujimaru Ritsuka!"

......

"Ok."

The cavalryman shrugged, somewhat reluctantly, and then looked at Fujimaru: "Sorry, but don't blame me."

The boy rushed forward at high speed, accompanied by scorching lightning and a fiery whirlwind.

"How could I possibly let you succeed! Senior, stand behind me!"

Mash held the black cross-shaped holy shield, ready to block Alexander's attack.

"It's no use. While I respect your actions in protecting your Master, you cannot stop my Busifara, you Demi-Servant."

Alexander galloped forward, his horse neighing loudly, stepping on the black shield, and directly over Mash, arriving at the rear.

"What...?! M...Master!" Mashu exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly tried to turn around, but it was too late.

"That's... the end!"

Alexander raised his sword and slashed down high.

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly felt dizzy, and then raised the golden Holy Grail in her hand.

Rafe was horrified!

"The Holy Grail—! Masaka... Impossible! When did you... So it was back then?!"

It was from her when Captain Drake was pulled up by Fujimaru.

"Impossible! You shouldn't have the magic to summon Servants anymore!"

"Hehe, Rafe, you lost."

Fujimaru grinned.

"Although...this will drain almost all the magic power I have left...but...I'm counting on you for everything!"

“Jill—!”

That's right, Fujimaru did not summon any Servants.

Instead, he reached an agreement with a certain Servant, who descended by condensing his Spirit Origin using the magic power of the Holy Grail.

Of course, this still requires Fujimaru Ritsuka to use her abilities.

But what is needed even more is that all-seeing eye that can see the call of others.

He will come.

They've arrived too.

Among the child Servants, he is almost the most powerful.

"There's nothing I can do about my capricious Master. But I don't hate him."

clang! clang! clang! clang!

"The ability to attack divinity isn't unique to that older sister."

All of a sudden.

Like a coiled serpent, or a golden dragon dancing wildly.

Golden chains bound him tightly just as Alexander's sword was about to strike.

"These chains are—?! Could it be?!"

The blond boy, hands in his pockets and a playful smile on his face, stood atop a towering tree, surveying everything from his vantage point.

"Oh, although it's not the same posture... it's really interesting that [I] and [you] met in different places and at different times."

"You agree, don't you, Iskandar the Conqueror?"

Chapter Thirty: A Fateful Duel - Young Emperor vs. Young Flash

"What on earth did you do, Fujimaru Ritsuka?!"

To Rafe's surprise, the blond boy suddenly appeared, disrupting all of the despicable man's plans.

“Senpai…!” Mash said worriedly, supporting Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, whose magic power was depleted, finally smiled. Even without Chaldea's magic supply, she was not a completely useless Master.

The golden cup gleamed, constantly emanating a powerful magic that instilled fear in those who dreaded it.

The spirit core formed by that magic transformed into a blond-haired boy.

"Really, is it finally time for me to make a move? What a troublesome Master."

Ripples flashed behind the boy, and dazzling, sharp chains shot out from within, tightly binding the young Iskandar.

"Could this be... Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes?!" Alexander suddenly felt unable to move, and a stubbornness deep in his soul jolted him awake.

In a certain world, in a certain past.

Two kings at the pinnacle of the world participated in a Holy Grail War.

Unreasonable tyranny challenged the original heroic spirits.

It was a battle they were destined to lose, but the king's domineering spirit will not stop, even if it manifests in this form now.

"Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, why would such a heroic spirit come..." Lev's face was displeased, so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

"Let me make this clear beforehand: don't compare me to that guy. In fact, I'd prefer you call me Gil-kun."

The boy gave a gentle smile, but his eyes held a dangerous glint.

"Hmm... as for why I came here, well... firstly, I found it interesting, and secondly—"

Young Gil paused for a moment, "If you're going to ask, wouldn't it be better to ask yourself? After all, you brought that thing... that thing with you."

"This is really troublesome... Although I didn't want to get involved in these troublesome things, since it's what my Master asked me to do, I have no choice but to try my best."

"Please enjoy this treasure trove, which contains a vast amount of riches... Ah... However, I don't have many treasures at the moment, and I am still in an incomplete state."

"Submit once again to the authority of the true king, Iskandar... no, Alexander the Great."