In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

But after this battle, which has burned out completely, there will be a whole day of being unable to move as a consequence.

"This is the new look I've been waiting for!"

"Also... is there anyone who can carry me on their back?"

Ibaraki-dōji, who was lying on the ground unable to move, said this.

Intersecting Singularities F

161. Ian is preparing to examine Fujimaru Ritsuka's body (4k)

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With his heart pounding several times, Ian found himself back in a place that was both familiar and strange.

This is Chaldea.

He was standing in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka's hospital room, preparing to go in and ask her more questions about the helicopter crash.

But at that moment, Ian felt like his head was about to split open.

Memories of the Heian period are constantly assaulting his senses.

It even included the feeling of being stabbed through the chest by Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

Xi'en clutched her chest, her mind still faintly tingling with that illusory pain.

Having had his previous experience in Britain, he knew that what he had experienced was not a vague concept, but a real trace of that era.

Did Minamoto no Yorimitsu and the others live the life they had hoped for?

The more Ian thought about it, the more concerned he became, and he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​going into Fujimaru Ritsuka's ward again.

However, just as he was about to do so, a very clear shout came from inside the room.

"Who's standing in front of my door and not coming in?!"

That was Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice.

"..."

Ian knew he was in trouble, so he simply left.

He thought for a moment, then finally pushed open the door, poked his head out, and spoke to her inside:

“It’s me, Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka.”

"Eh?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed somewhat surprised.

"Didn't you just go out? Why are you back?"

"Oh... I just have a few more things I'd like to ask you."

Ian glanced at the gauze on Fujimaru Ritsuka's forehead.

"But now it seems better to wait and see?"

"That's not true!" Fujimaru Ritsuka, leaning against the headboard, waved her hands repeatedly.

"I'm so bored! I wish someone would talk to me a little longer!"

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had spoken too forcefully, rubbed her shoulder and forced an awkward smile at Ian.

"Anyway, everything's fine."

"This is just a minor injury. I'm the kind of person who could have survived even 10,000 years ago. There's absolutely no problem with it!"

"Where did this strange evaluation come from?"

"Hehe, this is the result I got from a fortune-telling trick I learned from watching TV!"

"..."

Although I have to complain a bit about Fujimaru Ritsuka's "fortune telling" - why is the result so accurate as to be 10,000 years in prehistory?

But Ian ultimately resisted the urge.

He decided to go in.

The past is certainly important.

But this is by no means something that can be easily discarded.

Chaldea is currently facing numerous crises, and Ian naturally cannot sit idly by and wait for his doom.

He came to her bedside.

"Miss Fujimaru Ritsuka, I..."

"stop!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted Ian.

"Um, may I make a small request?"

"any request?"

Ian looked at the red-haired girl in front of him.

"That's right--"

Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed to herself with one hand and to Ian with the other.

"When we speak, is it okay if we don't use honorifics?"

"Although this formal way of speaking sounds polite, I still feel really uncomfortable with it!"

Ian didn't seem to care about these things.

"Row."

"How about I call you Ritsuka?"

“No problem~” Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled happily, “Then I’ll call you Ian!”

They are quite bold in making requests, and at the same time, they are very outgoing and not afraid of strangers.

Ian's impression of Fujimaru Ritsuka was further summarized by this sentence.

He composed himself and focused his attention back on the immediate problem.

"Ritsuka, do you remember how you got on that helicopter?"

How did I get on that helicopter?

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “Or to put it another way, do you remember the whole process of getting into the helicopter?”

"Please try to recall as many details as possible."

"what?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka paused for a moment, seemingly barely understanding what Ian meant.

She pursed her chin, pretending to be seriously recalling something.

"First of all—"

"It was that man named Anderson who led me to the top of a building."

"The helicopter is parked right there."

"Is there anything unusual about this?" Ian pressed.

"Something unusual?" Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched her face. "I didn't sense anything unusual."

Everyone seemed normal.

If I absolutely have to say something—

"If you really have to say it?"

"If I had to say something, it would be that everyone on the helicopter said Anderson could buy a new car."

"He's so rich! Then there's that thing I mentioned before, where everyone started to faint, and then I came to fly the helicopter."

"..."

Ian covered his face.

Ok.

I shouldn't have too many fantasies about her.

It's obvious that Anderson acted as an intermediary and "sold" her, right?

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But upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem so strange.

Being outgoing and friendly often means having very low guard against others; otherwise, one wouldn't be able to open up to others.

"that--"

Fujimaru Ritsuka asked cautiously.

Why would you ask such a question?

"Did something happen?"

"..."

After thinking for a moment, Ian finally decided to tell her about the situation in Chaldea.

"Ritsuka, here's what happened."

A few minutes later.

Fujimaru Ritsuka learned of Ian and the others' speculations.