Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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【——Ahhhhhhhhhhh!】

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly experienced auditory hallucinations.

Heart-wrenching struggles and cries of agony...

She suddenly opened her eyes, her scarlet pupils turning yellow.

However, what she saw was not the dense forests of the American Midwest, nor Nightingale's field hospital.

Instead, it was a [burning figure].

My lips are dry... my heart is pounding uncontrollably.

It felt like there was a fire burning inside me, but the flames were gradually shrinking.

"Hehehehahahahahahaha!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka vaguely saw a figure laughing, the burning figure's smile was extremely distorted.

The burning flames, though not scorching, were painful enough.

Fujimaru Ritsuka only heard this eerie laughter.

"Heh... How ridiculous."

The low, guttural laughter sounded like the wailing of a ghost.

Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't tell whether it was crying or laughing wildly.

“You are…” Fujimaru Ritsuka murmured.

"I am a resident of hell, the embodiment of vengeance! Foolish child of the star—"

The pitch-black flames spread like living things, and the dark flame demons rising from the scorched earth burned with hatred in their eyes.

"Are you a saintly savior, or an accomplice of us?! You possess the power to save the world, yet you descend upon us in a twisted, monstrous form..."

Black flames swirled around Fujimaru Ritsuka like venomous snakes: "You immortal being in human skin... does the folly and obsession of humanity still linger within your body?"

"What...does that mean?" Fujimaru Ritsuka bit her lip, looking at the Vengeful Fire Demon.

"It's simple. You... have two choices."

"Two...choices?"

"Continue on like this, gradually becoming an eternal progenitor, forever losing the right to be human; or choose a fragile human body and a dull mind... Let me make it clear beforehand, whichever you choose, you will be eternally condemned to an endless hell!"

The black figure seemed to be clenching its fist and pointing into the void.

He was enveloped in black flames, and a crazed smile appeared before Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes.

On either side of him, a crimson light emanated, representing the powerful True Ancestor's strength, a power beyond human comprehension...

On the other side is a soft blue light, representing the complex and delicate heart of fragile humans.

"So, choose? No matter what you choose, you're going to be facing..."

"Who has to make a choice?" Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to frown slightly as she calmly observed the figure amidst the flames.

"What...?"

"Besides, I don't even know who you are, or what you're here for. And... don't you think it's going too far to disturb other people's rest like this?!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka opened her eyes, her rainbow-colored gaze causing even the flames to tremble slightly: "—Who has to make a choice!"

"Whoa oh oh oh..."

Dark golden eyes were revealed from within the flames.

"I never imagined that your soul could be twisted to this extent—no... a transformation of life form? Even a soul like this would be difficult to recognize as human... One day, you'll become a monster that you yourself will hate."

Fujimaru Ritsuka remained silent.

The pain of a mismatch between the soul and the body is definitely not as simple as just talking about it.

"What can I do then..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered her eyes slightly: "No matter what, this matter has nothing to do with you."

"I'm ready."

The blonde girl fixed her gaze once more on the black, fiery figure:

"I don't know where you came from or what you want with me, but if you think I'm that fragile, you're sorely mistaken..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's rebuttal was interrupted by maniacal laughter.

"Laughable! What kind of power is it to conquer singularities with absolute strength! You... really think you can maintain a normal state forever?! Maybe now, but if you live on in centuries, millennia... units—"

"One day you will be burned to ashes by the blazing starlight, leaving not even a trace of your soul behind!"

""

"One day, you'll thank me!"

The black figure extended its sharp claws, then slowly reached towards the crimson light.

Then, click!

At that very moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt...

Something suddenly broke.

She suddenly opened her eyes, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare, and was covered in cold sweat!

The blinding sunlight pierced through the leaves, making it impossible to open one's eyes, and the sky seemed to have been bleached and the scenery changed suddenly!

Fujimaru Ritsuka was panting heavily.

Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

"I'm holding you."

"I am here."

A warm embrace pulled Fujimaru Ritsuka into her arms.

Fujimaru Ritsuka struggled to open her eyes... her face pressed tightly against the red nurse's uniform.

Because it was against a backdrop of magnificent mountains, Miss Nightingale didn't seem to care about that.

"Miss Nightingale?"

"Well, I'm here."

Fujimaru Ritsuka inexplicably felt a sense of peace she had never experienced before.

"Ritsuka...Ritsuka, are you alright?!"

Artoria Caster's worry was written all over her face.

"I am..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at a strand of hair that was hanging down.

Although the ends of her hair still seemed to have some lingering gold.

As red as fire.

Familiar yet unfamiliar.

"Is it possible that——"

"You seem to have fallen asleep here, and then you started yelling... After a while, your originally yellow hair turned red. Did you use some kind of hair dye?"

"That...that..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked, looking somewhat bewildered.

"Red hair—"

The girl's heart skipped a beat.

"How could this be? I... I've turned back into a human?!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't you human?"

Nightingale looked at the bewildered Fujimaru Ritsuka as if she were nothing, and said calmly.

"No...no...I am—"

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly realizes that her subconscious self-identity is skewed.

She repeatedly emphasized that she was a human with the power of the True Ancestor.

The more something is lacking, the more it is emphasized.

"However, it seems that your power has indeed weakened now, or rather, you have temporarily stopped working? Well... such cases do occur. Humans lose their original power for some reason. This is probably a psychological illness, and it can be cured with treatment."

Mental illness... Easy $ flag) Liu. One Shaanxi (two) 9 two what.

Fujimaru Ritsuka bit her lip as she recalled the black figure that had appeared in her dream.

Those scorching flames could even suppress the karmic fire of the True Ancestor... Just who was that person?

What power could have such an effect?

"Senior, are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Mashu asked anxiously. "Miss Nightingale, what exactly is wrong with you...?"

“Well, I would say it’s perfectly normal,” Nightingale said. “Heartbeat is normal, breathing is normal, there are no external or internal injuries.”

"Eh..."

"everything is normal."

"But what about your hair, senior..."

"I said Qi Erming Sijiu is fine, everything is normal."

Nightingale's tone left no room for doubt; in terms of treatment, she was the absolute authority among these people.

Soon, Fujimaru Ritsuka's spirits had almost recovered.

Although her hair color has returned slightly, her eyes are still bright red, instead of their original orange-red.

So this is probably temporary.

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought to herself.

"I plan to act together with you."

Nightingale looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and said that she stuffed Rama into the backpack, yes, a large backpack, and Rama was stuffed in with a bewildered look on his face, just like a little baby.

"This war is extraordinary. Since it is not a normal war, it is my duty to correct this world."

Nightingale put on white gloves, then packed her backpack and a simple medical kit.

"Let's not delay, let's set off now."

As Nightingale spoke, she strode off into action.

"Eliminating germs in this world is also a nurse's duty!"

This doesn't seem to be just something said to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

It was still said to Caster.

“Master, you have a kind heart, and that will never change.”

"Keep it this way."

Nightingale extended her hand to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"As a Master, you should cherish yourself more."

He was a person who, despite facing countless deaths, still loved life.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked into those eyes.

In previous battles, Fujimaru Ritsuka's ability to survive even when injured or in excruciating pain, to the point of feeling like he was about to explode, made him forget his fear of death.

She recalled the sorrowful expression on the kimono-clad girl's face, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Fujimaru Ritsuka reached out and shook hands with Nightingale.

"Thank you, Miss Nightingale."