Ryu no Bamboo is a famous social place among Japan’s upper class.

The retro decoration, the boss's taste, and the chef's craftsmanship are all the most basic. What they value most is that the location is remote, private, and suitable for private conversations.

As long as your ears are not as easy to use as a child, you can enjoy the quiet and elegant scenery here, as if you are in the wind, flowers, snow and moon of ancient times, looking at the bright moon in the distance, and drinking clear sake in the gentle gurgling water to accompany the moon.

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The room where Fujimaru Ritsuka is located has also been silent for a long time.

Director of the Executive Department and actual agent of the Japanese branch, Mr. Super Mixed Race Origin holds his forehead with his palms, like a senior high school candidate who is troubled by migraine and lack of sleep.

He first looked at the time with empty eyes, with a leisurely look on his face. "The time is seven fifty-four, and you have been chatting with me for an hour." Yuan Zhisheng ran his fingers through his black hair, and pressed his beating right hand with the palm of his hand.

Eyebrows, voice hoarse, face gradually turning gloomy.

"In this hour, you told me about the heroic servant magician, the root demon vampire, the secret organization that saves the world, and the cute junior who will climb into your bed at the twelve-quarter hour of Halloween wearing a dangerous and revealing cos costume. Finally,

Even the nonsense that King Arthur is a girl came out, and now you tell me——" "

He raised his eyes, sighed, and pointed forward.

"Are you a chuunibyou?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka clasped her hands together, leaning her elbows on the small wooden table, her eyes sharp and solid.

"It's absolutely true."

Lean back, Yuan Zhisheng's tactical lean back.

"Are you sick?!"*2

The person who said this was not Yuan Zhisheng. Fortunately, he kept his persona of a cold and cool boy, while the two followers behind him shouted out their inner voices in unison.

"This is wrong."

The beautiful girl with orange eyes raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows, shaking her head in denial.

"I was originally a third-year student in middle school, and it was less than a year since I graduated from the second grade, so this is reasonable, right?"

.......This statement cannot be refuted.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the thick white document on the corner of the table and was speechless.

He was a little speechless. Originally, this matter wouldn't take long today, so before setting off, he made an appointment with his sister for game time in the evening.

For this reason, he conceived many possibilities. For example, the other party was actually easy to deal with. She was a lonely mixed-race that could be seen everywhere and had never seen the world. He would use his words and expressions to influence her, and he would be done in half an hour.

Or the other party is a very hidden and highly aggressive mixed-breed. He just comes to the banquet and gets violent and hurts others. He makes a judgment based on the other party's mental level and breaks a few ribs and calf bones of the other party as needed. In ten minutes

Done.

But he never expected that the girl in front of him would be so difficult to deal with. Her mental state was between the critical point between normal and insane. She jumped repeatedly and went from afternoon to night!

(Speaking of which... it is also mentioned in the investigation report that people around Fujimaru Ritsuka often describe him as although he is very stable and reliable deep down, but in daily life he tends to jump out, go off-line, and get into trouble.

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Life is not easy....

Yuan Zhisheng feels like smoking.

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was sitting on the opposite side, had a seemingly calm face, but his heart had already been stirred up by these few hours of conversations.

——The guy named Yuan Zhisheng in front of me is not a Chaldean employee at all, he doesn’t even know Chaldea at all, and he is not even a magician at all!

Fujimaru Ritsuka was shocked at first, and then reviewed all the information again.

If the other party is not Chaldea, then why are they looking for you?

What other talents does I, Ritsuka Fujimaru, have besides testing the suitability of spirit time travel? Humanoid catnip is not the best!

Can this be detected by donating blood?!

Fujimaru Ritsuka tightened her face, indicating that she did not understand, but she was greatly shocked.

Well, seriously speaking, Fujimaru Ritsuka has actually come to his senses.

Although her analysis was wrong at first due to factors such as information conflicts, subconscious judgments, and abnormal emotions, but after she calmed down, she temporarily realized——

What is hidden in the mysterious side of this world is not a magician, but something else.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had predicted that he was not reborn, but was sent to some strange parallel world line.

However, such a large-scale world line change...is it really possible?

Won’t it be considered as a singular point and excluded?

Fujimaru. In his previous life, he often failed in theoretical knowledge. Ritsuka said he didn’t understand.

(From what the other party said, his blood has some abnormal components... he is the same kind... he has superior qualifications. This kind of creature has a certain degree of organization and concealment...)
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Well...the information is too little, let's listen to what the other party has to say.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at the girl who seemed to have finally settled down, and said while trying to sort out her mood.

"Although it is far from the planned plan, we can start discussing the business now..."

"Oh hiss~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka playfully saluted with her hands to show her approval.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his hand to signal to the two people behind him, and Crow and Yasha understood the situation and left the place to go behind the screen.

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Ignoring Fujimaru Ritsuka's doubts, Minamoto continued to advance the topic.

"Ignoring the part of the second grade speech, you should at least understand the fact that "you are different from ordinary people" and "we are the same kind"?"

"Of course."

"So knowing these two things, what should you ask?"

She dug her thumbs into her cheeks. After thinking carefully, the girl answered with a hint of suspicion at the end of the sentence.

"What are we and what are we going to do?"

"...The answer is correct. It seems that at least you are an excellent mixed race."

Eyelids trembling slightly, Fujimaru Ritsuka repeated.

"Mixed race?"

Is it a nickname for a special group of people? Similar to "magician", it seems to be related to the natural bloodline.

"Well, this is the answer to your first question. You will have the opportunity to know the specific details in the future. The second question is what we are going to do, right-"

Yuan Zhisheng didn't intend to sell it off, but he didn't continue talking either, but pointed behind him.

The screen was pushed open, and Crow and Yasha moved a huge painting out of it. Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze also moved. When a corner of the canvas on the giant oil painting was suddenly shaken open, she saw——

It was like the eve of doomsday, or the prelude to the destruction of the world, with only despair scattered all over the ground.

On the picture, the sky is iron blue mixed with the color of flames. The only giant tree stands, with dead branches extending in all directions, weaving into a dense network to support the cracked sky. The wasteland is covered with dead bones and black

The giant beast is rising from the depths of the pile of bones, its wings are covered with skeletons, and after opening its huge membrane wings, it looks up to the sky with black flames protruding.

The ferocious blood, the cold cyan, the deep black that seems to pull people into it forcefully, the whole painting is full of elements that make people feel frightened. A shrill roar echoed in his head, and Fujimaru Ritsuka actually felt that he could

I lay down this painting and heard the roar of the giant beast.

She raised her eyebrows.

"Dragon?"

"Yes, dragon, that sounds ridiculous, right?"

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the painting, his face remained calm for a few seconds, and then he looked at the girl.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded with a serious look.

In fact, she wanted to say - that's not true. I've actually seen something similar, but not as fierce.

But that would definitely be regarded as a lunatic, so she decided to shut up.

She looked at the dragon in the painting. It was dripping with blood, but it was still roaring towards the sky. The black flames bursting out from the depth of its throat seemed to burn the sky and fall to the earth.

(It seems that fantasy species also exist...is it really a singularity...)

Fujimaru Ritsuka made the most reasonable guess based on the current intelligence.

"Dragon King Nidhogg, according to the Old Edda in Norse mythology, at Ragnarok, he will bite off the roots of Yggdrasil, the World Tree. On that day, the world will be destroyed."
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Before Yuan Zhisheng's introduction had stopped, he seemed to see from the girl's eyes that she had understood something, and there was a hint of coldness mixed with blood in his tone.

"So, our goal is very clear, isn't it? It has not changed since ancient times, that is-"
Chapter completed!