You're Not Right!

"Ah!"

In the annex, Jeanne d'Arc Alter suddenly woke up on the luxurious bed. She felt Martha's disappearance, another powerful subordinate defeated.

"Damn it!"

She slammed the bed with force, then threw off the covers and got out of bed. She was wearing a black sheer nightgown, but with a wave of her hand, it transformed into her usual armor, the thick armor completely concealing her alluring figure.

"Gilles!"

"I'm here, My Saintess."

Gilles immediately walked towards the annex upon hearing Jeanne d'Arc Alter's call. Jeanne d'Arc Alter opened the door to the annex but paused, stunned by the sight within the main hall.

"This is…!"

Countless blood-red energies swirled. The originally sacred summoning circle had become incredibly evil, and numerous red specters wailed in the air. These were the souls of innocent deceased individuals, transformed after death.

"It's magnificent, isn't it, Jeanne? This is the gift I prepared for you! Just a little more, and it will be complete."

Gilles revealed a crazed smile. Jeanne d'Arc Alter's expression flickered slightly, then returned to normal.

"Very good, Gilles, go ahead. Also, the Mad Enhancement Knight has been eliminated. Our manpower is severely insufficient now. What should we do?"

Three of the Servants Jeanne d'Arc Alter had summoned had been eliminated, leaving only a Saber, an Assassin, a Berserker, and Gilles, who was a Caster.

Compared to Mo Shuying's side, even disregarding the Knights of the Round Table, Mo Shuying alone had more than seven Heroic Spirits. Looking at her own side, their combat power was severely lacking.

"Don't worry, Jeanne. While you were resting, I summoned over a dozen Demon Dragons. They are stronger than Terror Wyverns. With Fafnir, it doesn't matter how many people the enemy has. I propose we launch a strong offensive against them. It's time to let them know our true power!"

Gilles's eyes were full of confidence, and he ignited Jeanne d'Arc Alter's confidence as well.

"That's right, I still have Fafnir. It's time to let them know what the Dragon Witch truly represents!"

Light burst forth from Jeanne d'Arc Alter's eyes. She raised her black flag and waved it, and Fafnir, who was slumbering in the castle, opened its eyes.

At the same time, other Servants from Jeanne d'Arc Alter's faction, no matter where they were, heard Jeanne d'Arc Alter's voice.

"Assemble! War!"

*Screech!*

The Hippogriff flew through the air at high speed. It would only take a few minutes to catch up to Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.

The sky gradually darkened. There were no streetlights in this era, so when night fell, the entire world plunged into darkness.

Night was not a suitable time for travel. Moreover, the Master needed rest; Fujimaru Ritsuka had only been an ordinary person a few days ago.

Also, while Siegfried's injuries had recovered a bit with the Life Potion, he couldn't fully recover as long as the curse remained. He needed some rest to regain his strength, and excessive travel would only worsen his injuries.

Soon, Mo Shuying descended from the sky on the Hippogriff. Everyone was waiting for him.

"We're preparing to camp here for the night. After all, we've been fighting all day and need some rest."

Merlin spoke. This was out of consideration for everyone's condition, and the open area they chose was also a very suitable camping spot.

"Alright, it's unrealistic to defeat Jeanne d'Arc Alter in one day. Everyone, get a good rest tonight. Merlin, you're on watch."

"…"

Mo Shuying didn't object, but with that one sentence, the smile on Merlin's face instantly vanished, replaced by a resentful look directed at Mo Shuying.

Mo Shuying chuckled.

"You don't need to sleep anyway."

Merlin had Nightmare blood, so he was more energetic than anyone else at night.

"Hmph! You're exploiting me!"

Merlin stomped his foot in frustration but couldn't do anything to Mo Shuying. Who could blame him when Mo Shuying was the Master?

Soon, the tents were set up, and the bonfire and dinner were ready. The group sat in a circle around the bonfire, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation and conversation.

"This soup is so delicious~ And these noodles too, what are they called? Instant Noodles? Mm, very good."

Marie happily ate the Instant Noodles. People from her era had never seen what Instant Noodles looked like; their invention was in the 19th century.

These Instant Noodles were all provided by Mo Shuying. He carried several boxes with him for quick meals when needed.

"Conditions are simple, so we can only eat some noodles. But you Heroic Spirits shouldn't need to eat, right?"

Mo Shuying looked at the Instant Noodles, which had started as just a few packets but ended up being half a box, feeling a bit pained.

Chaldea didn't have these. He had bought these Instant Noodles in the Prisma Illya World. Now, the outside of Chaldea had become a hellscape, so he probably couldn't buy any more Instant Noodles. It was a case of "eat one, lose one."

"Hehe~ I don't need to eat, but I'm curious. Amadeus, do you think these noodles are delicious?"

Marie looked at Mozart, who nodded and said,

"Very good. I suddenly have so much inspiration; I want to compose an Instant Noodle symphony."

"…"

Mo Shuying opened his mouth, surprised that a few packets of Instant Noodles could inspire Mozart to compose. If this got out… who would still say Mozart wasn't down-to-earth?

"This item is excellent, easy to carry, and simple to prepare. If it could be used as military rations, it would surely be very popular."

Qin Liangyu picked up a chopstick full of noodles, her eyes shining. She saw the strategic significance of Instant Noodles.

Mo Shuying tapped his head, a headache coming on, and said,

"While this instant noodles tastes good, it has no nutritional value. It's fine as an occasional treat, but as military rations, no one could sustain themselves on it long-term. Their bodies would give out."

"I see."

Qin Liangyu nodded, then buried her face in her noodles.

The pot of noodles was finished amidst everyone's casual chatter. After eating, everyone contentedly returned to their tents to rest and recuperate.

Mo Shuying was clearing the dishes. He took out clean water to wash the pots and bowls, then placed them by the campfire to dry before putting them back into his spatial storage.

Merlin sat opposite him, but Merlin was sulking and didn't want to speak to Mo Shuying. Just as he was getting bored, Fujimaru Ritsuka poked her head out of her tent.

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka saw Merlin was also there and hesitated whether to come out.

Merlin glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka, then shrewdly picked up a branch and stood up, walking away while swinging the branch.

"Ah~ Time for a patrol. Otherwise, certain unscrupulous Masters won't know how to suppress us poor Servants. It's tough~"

Merlin walked away. Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fists and walked out, sitting down next to Mo Shuying, a little awkwardly.

"Mr. Mo Mo..."

"What is it, Gudako? What's wrong?"

"Gu... Gudako?!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's face flushed, not understanding why Mo Shuying called her that.

"What? Is that name not good?"

Mo Shuying tilted his head. Fujimaru Ritsuka's face grew even redder in the firelight.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.

"It's not bad... if it's from Mr. Mo, then any name is fine."

When she said this, Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes darted away. Mo Shuying frowned at her expression.

"You're acting strange. Tell me, what's really going on?"

Mo Shuying didn't think Fujimaru Ritsuka had any improper thoughts about him. Even if she did, Gudako wasn't Mo Shuying's type.

Indeed, upon hearing Mo Shuying's question, Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up and bowed deeply.

"Mr. Mo! I want to become stronger too! I want to be a powerful Master like you!"

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