Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"Eh?!"

Martha's right straight punch struck Fujimaru Ritsuka's jaw, and then, the next second! Her temple was struck by the saint's elbow.

Fujimaru Ritsuka swung her claws, but just as they touched the saintess's cheek, she dodged them with a tiny movement. Although they grazed her cheek, they only left a shallow bloodstain.

"No, little girl. Such a simple attack is predictable, and... it would leave your abdomen hollow!"

Martha's fist struck Fujimaru Ritsuka's abdomen, then she changed her fist into a palm and slapped it hard on his chest, knocking Fujimaru Ritsuka back several steps.

"What?! I clearly have the speed advantage, so why can't I hit him?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka adjusted her breathing, biting her lip, and asked somewhat unhappily.

"Not only in speed, but also in strength, Master is stronger than me."

Martha chuckled and rearranged her formation.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's figure flashed, and the next second she appeared behind Martha, but it seemed that Martha had anticipated her, and raised her right fist to strike Fujimaru Ritsuka with the back of her hand first.

"As I said, this kind of straightforward attack is easy to predict. You need to treat attacking as a natural action, and achieve your goal the instant you strike!"

"Like this—!"

The fist loomed large before her eyes, countless fist shadows overlapping, and at this moment, the brilliance of the Iron Fist Judgment shone in the golden-haired girl's eyes.

Subconsciously.

Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to have realized something.

A dazzling barrage of fists rained down on her, each one like a shower of blows. She had high health and defense, so she could withstand the blows, but...

Martha is different from ordinary Servants.

She's like a terrifying super tractor engine mounted on the framework of female Servants; she could probably take down an ordinary Servant in three punches!

The rhythm of breathing, the burning heartbeat.

Everything about the living organism was telling her the way and direction of the attack; that powerful surge was exactly the fighting style that Fujimaru Ritsuka longed for.

What should be done at this time?

Taking the hits head-on is no problem, Fujimaru Ritsuka is tough and can withstand it, but... recalling Martha's desperate counterattack with her straight punch during her Star Breath...

Already used to it!

It's not just Martha's fighting style, but also the ideas conveyed in her fists!

"I see, I understand now. This was a trap; the real killing move was yet to come!"

The moment he reached out his arm to attack, Martha seemed to abandon her abdominal defense, and whether it was an embrace or a tether, Martha would lock his body in place!

Then a crazy and terrifying punch will come!

"Got it! Now I'm going to smash your head all the way to Marseille... Wait, something's wrong! The figure disappeared! No, what's this...?"

The Star Breath spiraled out of control, and in that instant, Fujimaru Ritsuka slipped away like a phantom, her speed clearly faster. Having grown accustomed to Martha's storm of attacks, she dodged the almost fatal grappling move!

Instead, he directly blocked Martha's straight punch, and then the starlight gathered in his right hand!

"[Treat offense as a natural action, and achieve your goal the instant you attack, right?]"

"In other words, betting everything on this one punch!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka grinned, and even playfully blinked her bloodshot eyes.

"No way..."

Martha was slightly taken aback, and her berserk mind began to clear up.

"That's right, this is a high-quality replica of Iron Fist Judgment! Let's call it—Star Judgment!"

Well, the name doesn't matter.

She was slightly taken aback, but also somewhat delighted, because at this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka chose to retaliate in this way—

Ah, I see. Using Star Breath to imitate my Iron Fist Judgment... That's quite a clever method...

Master, what you're doing is wrong.

She's really...cute.

Martha was completely enveloped by the scorching star breath, and then

----boom!

On the outskirts of Vokuler, a crimson light burst into the sky, and a small mushroom cloud billowed up hot smoke and dust, shooting straight into the heavens!

Chapter 31 The Crystal-Gorgeous and Adorable Cake Queen

Fujimaru Ritsuka admires ordinary yet great heroes, and deep down, she hopes to become one herself.

But from that day on, everything changed.

She gained the power of the True Ancestor, her hair was dyed with golden light, and her eyes turned red.

At the same time, his learning ability also continues to improve.

This could be considered a blessing from the stars, right? Star Breath, Iron Fist, Holy Judgment, Star Judgment.

"Sorry." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Martha, who was completely hit by the breath and was on the verge of being eliminated.

"If you don't mind, please answer the summons once Chaldea's summoning system is repaired. There's still so much I want to ask you, Martha-sensei."

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled slightly and said goodbye.

"Well, if I have the chance, I'd like to challenge you again, with my own will..."

After all, it's difficult to exert full strength in this state.

Martha said regretfully, then

Her body transformed into spiritual particles.

They seemed to leave the stage unwillingly.

Fujimaru Ritsuka patted the charred dust off her body.

Everything returned to a brief period of calm, but the battle was far from over.

"Arrrrrrrr!"

Who's screaming like that?

Fujimaru Ritsuka snapped out of her daze and saw an armored knight emanating black energy howling as he charged toward the city wall.

"He's less of a knight and more of a berserker. Why did he go after Joan of Arc?"

"I feel a little angry."

"I really want to hit that Servant with the back of my shield and the back of my sword. No, I should beat him up with the blade."

Mashu raised her shield with a clang.

For some reason, Mashu had an urge to give that crazy knight a good beating.

Lancelot stood ready to attack Joan of Arc.

After all, she was a powerful berserker, so Jeanne couldn't help but be cautious. But... Mash charged forward without saying a word, shield in hand!

“Arrrrrrrr—Ah?”

"Give me, go to hell!"

The shield, carrying immense force, slammed down towards Lancelot!

Ah?

Due to emotional fluctuations, the crimson light on the berserker's helmet kept flashing.

At that moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka's figure appeared above the Berserker's head as if in a flash.

Caught in a pincer movement, Lancelot was utterly trapped! He glanced at his teammates behind him out of the corner of his eye...

Not a single person stepped forward to help!

They are Servants from the same faction, yet they are so estranged, and the person in front of them is a Demi-Servant wielding a familiar shield... There is no greater malice in the world than this!

The breath of the stars and the city walls pressed down on Lancelot, and he soon gave up resisting.

“Arrrrr!”

Amidst his unwilling wails, Lancelot was swallowed by light and shadow.

His faceplate shattered.

His melancholy and gloomy eyes gazed at the light that resembled the holy sword and a corner of a familiar city wall.

That was the sacred radiance he once remembered.

“Camille…”

Amidst the intermittent sounds, Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to detect a hint of regret and annoyance.

As if there was something hidden, or as if he wanted to say something, he reached out and staggered towards Mashu... in the scorching flames...

Mashu took a step back in fear.

The knights seemed greatly disappointed and didn't even attempt a counterattack.

"Forgive me, Jia..."

Lancelot tried to say something, but he was too weak and powerless, or perhaps the effects of berserk mode were too profound.

Under the light...

His body transformed into spiritual particles and slowly disappeared.

It can't be found anywhere.

Lord Lancelot paid the price with his life for his madness and loss of reason, but he did not seem to use his immense power or endless martial arts training.

"He seems to want to say something to you, Mash. Do you know him?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka asked.

"Do not."

Mashu shook her head.

"But...deep down I really wanted to attack him with my shield...but, for some reason, when I saw the look in his eyes when he gave up, I felt a lot of heartache."

Mashu patted her chest.

"Why...is that?"

The girl was somewhat confused.

What exactly is this feeling?

Unlike the affection and admiration one feels for a senior, this feeling is one of deep sadness and regret.

"Hey you guys! How long are you going to keep dawdling... Honestly, my patience has its limits."

Jeanne Alter didn't dare to make any big moves.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was watching her from below. In fact, she wasn't sure whether she could win Fujimaru Ritsuka over.

After all, even the Dragon-Subduing Saintess was defeated; at least that guy couldn't be dealt with by a single Servant.

"What happened?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed at Jeanne Alter and asked, "Why does that guy look like a little dog about to bite?"

"Who's the little dog? Watch out or I'll burn you!" Jeanne Alter roared.

This is just like a puppy that has gone berserk.

“In fact, another person I want to see is her mother,” Joan of Arc explained. “She has no memory of when she was summoned.”

""

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought for a moment, then said decisively.

"They won't let me see them."

"Huh?!" Joan of Arc was slightly taken aback.

"Senior?" Mashu was equally puzzled.