Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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The Sphinx roared.

But just as it opened its abyssal jaws, it discovered, within its gaze, that the knight wielding the king's sword had been cleaved in two...

No, the one that split in two is not the knight!

But yourself!

This was the Sphinx's last thought.

"Finish the fight and call it a day."

Mordred clapped his hands and said casually, "These monsters are no match for me. A few more wouldn't make a difference... Hmm?"

Xiao Mo's ancestral intuition sounded an alarm bell once again; she seemed to sense that there were still hostile reactions nearby.

So they became vigilant again.

Fujimaru Ritsuka narrowed her eyes.

Aside from being visually captivating, the sandstorms had very little effect on Fujimaru Ritsuka.

As a True Ancestor, the Star Spirit's abilities naturally allow her to sense everything around her.

In this situation, Fujimaru Ritsuka's natural response would be: ...

The radiance of star breath converged on his fist.

With the progress made in conquering the singularities, Fujimaru Ritsuka has become increasingly adept at manipulating energy.

"Senior, be careful... there seems to be a black figure wearing a mask moving around in the sandstorm!"

"Mashu said nervously, the figure lurking in the storm was moving very fast, seemingly planning to escape from somewhere."

As her gaze swept over the Sphinx's corpse, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly realized that these guys must have escaped from the Sphinx's clutches.

"Oh my, Master, it seems there are still some remnants."

"There are quite a few of them. It seems I can start causing a ruckus?"

Xiao Mo rubbed his hands together, eager to try it out.

"Wait a minute, the other party doesn't seem to be an enemy. Let's ask first."

Fujimaru Ritsuka made a decision.

The opposing side appears to be an enemy of the Sun King Osman Diaz, and judging from their strength, they cannot be the Knights of the Holy City. Excluding these possibilities, there is only one possible conclusion.

That is, these soldiers and their followers are mountain people who live in the gap between the two great mountains of Sun and Lion.

"Alright, I'll do as Master says."

Xiao Mo readily nodded, then, baring his throat, carried Wang Jian forward and shouted, "Hey! You guys over there, my Master has something to ask you. Someone come and answer this for me!"

This isn't a question; it's a provocation.

Does this idiot have absolutely no idea how to speak?

Wouldn't that offend everyone?

Fujimaru Ritsuka covered her forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Upon hearing Mordred's voice, the person on the other side was clearly tense, especially the leader, a black servant wearing a skull demon mask. She gripped the dagger in her hand and stared intently at Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group.

"Are they the Sun King's pursuers? I didn't expect them to have chased us all the way here. We really underestimated you."

“You continue to kidnap this woman; I will hold off the pursuers here.”

Bai Mao Hassan addressed the mountain people behind him.

"But...Lord Bai Mao..."

"You're dragging your feet and driving me crazy! I have my own way of escaping. Do you want to die here? As long as we're in the desert, they might not be able to catch us!"

"Yes...yes, Lord Hyakko."

Without hesitation, the mountain people nodded seriously and began to move, carrying the unconscious dark-skinned magician servant.

"That must be Queen Nitocris, right?"

"It should be, senior."

Mashu nodded.

It seems so. According to Ayaka Sajou's information, the only magician who appeared in the world with the Sun King is Nitocris, the legendary Egyptian magic queen who ruled Egypt in the 20th century BC and was an incarnation of Horus, the god of the sky.

However, how could the mighty Queen of Magic be knocked unconscious and captured by the Old Man of the Mountain? That's too embarrassing!

I never imagined that the mountain people would be so audacious as to do such a thing right under the Sun King's nose.

Is there anything they rely on?

Fujimaru Ritsuka wasn't quite sure about this... It's probably because the information about Sajou Ayaka hasn't been updated over time, and Nitocris's capture may have happened only recently.

When Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu revealed Nitocris's real name, Hassan felt a chill run down his spine.

At this moment, she was certain that this "Master" must be the Sun King's reinforcements!

Did the Sun King actually manage to win over the Master who came from afar to save the world? Thinking about this, Hundred-Faced Hassan felt a bit overwhelmed.

"So they really are reinforcements from the Sun King? It seems we can only rely on the sandstorm to keep things going!"

Hassan the Hundred Faces was very confident in her ability to hold off the enemy, and the terrain was very advantageous to her, so... all she had to do was hold out until the others took Nitocris away.

"Negotiation?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's lips curled into a smile.

“I see you still don’t understand the situation, Miss Hassan.”

"Put down the girl you kidnapped. Now she's my trophy, and I can let you leave safely and unharmed."

"How about it? A pretty good deal, right?"

"I captured Nitocris, and you didn't get hurt. That's a win-win situation! Let's clap our hands and celebrate!"

Since Xiao Mo has already offended the other party, she has no choice but to continue to offend them.

"What a joke! How could I possibly agree to something like that?"

Bai Mao Hassan's face turned cold.

The stubborn old man in the mountains wouldn't give up his hard-won combat asset just because of a few words, especially since it was someone like [Nitocris], an important right-hand woman of the Sun King.

"Don't underestimate the power of Hassan. Even with two Servants, they might not be able to catch us, because we have the [Blessing of Shelter]!"

Even if you can't win a fight, you can still run away.

Bai Mao Hassan has such confidence!

“Um, Miss Hassan, I hope you will consider your senior’s suggestion, because your senior is really, really strong.”

Mashu offered kind words of advice.

"Who do you think you are? We won't hand over our spoils! We still have the task of feeding the villagers!"

She wouldn't leave behind a single loot.

This place holds the village's hope for survival, a lifeline to eke out a living in this hellish world.

"To fill our stomachs?"

Upon hearing Hyakumao's words, Fujimaru Ritsuka was speechless with surprise. She pointed at Hyakumao Hassan, her voice trembling, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"you..."

"You actually eat people?!"

Bai Mao: ?

"Which ear of yours heard us say we were going to eat people?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fists: "I'd heard that the Middle Ages were full of the darkness of humanity, but I never imagined it would come to this! It's even degenerated to the point where Servants are served on the dinner table?!"

I never imagined this singularity had become this cruel.

I'm sorry... if I could have arrived sooner.

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly felt a pang of self-reproach.

Although she had obtained information about the place, she had no idea that it had deteriorated to the point of famine and cannibalism.

The originally wary Hassan

“We are Christians, we would never eat people, you bastards! This woman is just a prisoner, and we even stole a lot of food from Egypt. They have more than they can eat, but our village is still starving!”

Bai Mao Hassan gritted his teeth and said, "Do you high and mighty people really enjoy trampling on ordinary people?!"

"Ah, me?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed to herself.

Who did I trample on...?

I'm such a poor guy, I just arrived at this singularity, I've eaten a ton of dirt, and I don't even have a place to rest yet!

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were having such a hard time..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka expressed her apology: "However, I did expect to encounter such an era, so I did my best."

"Very well, then I'll show you the power of me as the manifestation of the True Ancestor's imagination!"

The star breath in the blonde girl's hand continued to spread.

"What...is she trying to do?"

The immense magical power instantly made Hassan of the Hundred Faces even more nervous.

The other party was doing something that even she, as a servant, found utterly incomprehensible.

——There’s no way to win!

The disparity in strength gave her this feeling.

Only the First Generation Lord could defeat this girl who exudes terrifying power!

It seems what the other party said wasn't unfounded; it's really good that she was cautious and avoided conflicts with multiple parties.

Putting aside the two already very strong Servants... as a Master, the opponent is exceptionally strong!

Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke slowly.

Her crimson eyes turned golden, and with the surge of power, her aura rose even higher, as if she had control over everything around her.

"I used to want to open a bakery, so..."

Contrary to her powerful aura, Fujimaru Ritsuka wore an embarrassed smile.

"I've been honing my bread-baking skills, and now my vision of reality has basically taken shape. What I'm even more adept at creating artificial objects is—"

As Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her hand, a soft, star-like halo spread out from behind her.

"Senior, what is this—" Mashu was completely confused.

"Here you go, people of the mountains."

As she spoke, starlight converged at the spot.

"It's bread, the smell of Chaldean bread!" Mordred sniffed the air, her eyes lighting up.

Suddenly, hundreds and thousands of steaming hot croissants appeared out of nowhere and rained down on us!

The aroma of wheat mixed with the sweetness of butter penetrated the sandstorm and spread throughout the air!

"This is UnlimitedBreadWorks, the embodiment of imagination!"

Dr. Roman: "No, Ritsuka, when exactly did you figure out this skill?!"

Dr. Roman in the control room couldn't help but complain.

Meanwhile, Hei Dai kept wiping the corners of his mouth.

"Damn it...when did Master start hiding this skill?"

"Looks like I'll have to figure out how to reserve a spot in the Master's private room."

Unlike the Chaldeans' reactions, which were either normal or bizarre,

Hassan's eyes were fixed on the falling bread.