Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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Fujimaru Ritsuka knew the mastermind behind it all without even reading the Star Inscription!

They definitely want to shatter Chaldea's financial chain, bankrupt Chaldea, and then there will be no way to use spirit particle transfer to repair the singularity!

What a vicious plan.

Fujimaru Ritsuka walked over to the bar and sat down.

Made from a blend of vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices, and celery root, this blood-red cocktail is so famous that even someone like Fujimaru Ritsuka, who knows nothing about bartending, would recognize its name.

Bloody Mary

A beautiful woman deserves strong liquor, and a true ancestor deserves fresh blood.

"Well... young lady, do you have the courage and conviction to drink it down?"

There's no need to spell things out too clearly.

Fujimaru Ritsuka swallowed hard.

If even a drop of human blood were mixed in, then Fujimaru Ritsuka would undoubtedly have her vampiric urges amplified.

This blood-sucking urge is a flaw of being a True Ancestor.

This is also an ailment that Fujimaru Ritsuka must suppress and overcome.

""

Gurgle?

Fujimaru Ritsuka now faces two options.

1. Drink the Bloody Mary offered by James Moriarty.

2. Refuse the Bloody Mary offered by James Moriarty.

Perhaps there is a third option—

"Senior, I can't take it anymore... This kind of villain deserves to be hit with the back of a knife!"

Mash raises her shield!

"Oh dear. The large number of counterfeit manuscripts you're trying to recover are in my hands, so even so, you still want to fight me? I can't guarantee I won't do anything outrageous."

"hateful!"

Mashu hesitated, but made her decision the next second.

Let's put Leonardo da Vinci aside; the predecessors are more important.

"Wait a minute, I think it's better to respect Ritsuka's decision here."

"Da Vinci, get out of my way!"

Mashu didn't care about anything else. With one foot on the bar, her pink eyes glared fiercely at Moriarty.

"Oh, oh, oh... Miss, please calm down. This is a decision between me and your Master—"

"If I can guarantee the destruction of you, then for the safety of my senior, I am willing to perish together with you."

Matthew said she absolutely could not let anything happen to the first 20 billion three hundred and eighty.

Moriarty raised an eyebrow.

That girl... honestly, she had to use that guy's words to talk back to him. Even if a fake Servant isn't a real Heroic Spirit, he'd still get angry... but he's reformed, given up his life as a criminal, and become a bartender.

Don't they even have a basic level of trust?

""

"Okay, I'll drink it."

Fujimaru Ritsuka considered it for a moment, then a smile crept onto her lips.

"senior?"

"no problem."

Fujimaru Ritsuka picked up the wine glass with two fingers and placed it on the tip of her nose.

"Well... just you wait and see."

Without any hesitation, Fujimaru Ritsuka downed the blood-red liquor in one gulp.

Spicy, sour... with a faint hint of rust.

A burning sensation exploded in my throat.

"Sorry. Now I'm the 'Partner of Justice' who wants to surpass the real thing. It seems you really trust a counterfeit villain like me."

Partner of justice, Old Deng, you're joking. Look at the air about you.

It is inherently incompatible with justice and kindness.

"I don't trust them at all."

As a fan of the Sherlock Holmes series, Mashu didn't believe a single syllable this guy uttered.

"Well... don't be so cold. Uncle, I'm really not a bad person... hehehe, but if you met the real me, things might be different."

"Since we're both counterfeits, let's have a good showdown. Let me show you the resolve of a champion of justice!"

The white-haired uncle chuckled and conjured a magic bullet shooter from his hand.

"It's coming, senior, prepare for battle!"

Mash angrily swung her shield down.

"Hmm... Actually, a handsome, evil-attribute uncle is pretty good too. I don't know who's behind this, but the passion is definitely there. Although the technique for creating the fake Heroic Spirit is very rough and the character design is a mess, well... it's completely out of character, isn't it?"

In truth, OOC (Out of Character) is something that is unavoidable.

No matter how close it gets to the original work, or how much it imitates the original setting, a forgery is still a forgery and can never become the real thing.

But even so...

"Although it's a copy, the passion is real. From the very beginning, Moriarty's concept was never an imitation of the original work!"

"This is not the limit of forgery, but rather the point of going against the original in order to surpass it and create new achievements!"

"This is no longer a fake, but a new genuine article!"

"What nonsense! If you don't like what you're looking at, just kill him."

After hearing Leonardo da Vinci's assessment, Artoria simply sneered and then brandished her holy sword.

"Are you ready?! Even if I'm dealing with a fake old codger like you—I won't hold back."

The holy sword shone with immense magical power, and a stream of scorching light blasted Moriarty away!

"You guys...show some respect for the elderly and the young!"

Before Moriarty could finish his protest...

The combined attack of the shield and the holy sword sent him flying out of the tavern!

Really!

—As expected, the idea of ​​being a partner of justice is not suitable for an evil person like me.

I knew things would turn out this way.

Despite saying that, Moriarty still symbolically fired a few magic bullets from the ruins, but... for Mashu, the magic bullets from a mere counterfeit Servant posed no threat whatsoever.

""

This genuine emotion, this obsession to surpass the original work, burns like a raging flame... Even though the body is a fictional entity, it will not give up; this truly reflects the will of the sect.

Even so, Moriarty still lost easily.

Basically, no Servant can rival Artoria's curry stick.

""

"Cough cough cough... Honestly, shouldn't we be a little gentler with older people? After all, I'm an uncle who came back to China for my daughter and family's happiness~~"

Moriarty coughed and leaned against the wall as he spoke with difficulty.

"Where did you get your daughter and family from?" Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged.

"I don't know, but it's in the setting... Hehe... Well, it doesn't matter. I've become quite resigned since becoming a counterfeit... I just don't know if she'll have the same resignation."

"Her?"

"Hehe, you'll know when you see her. Well... in any case, I've compiled the forgery manuscript and the map for advancement, and as a gift of trust—I'll hand them over to you."

Moriarty's figure then vanished: "The next location is the coast... also the production base for counterfeit pigments... be careful, that guy is a far more powerful being than us."

The bartender's last words echoed slowly in the dimly lit tavern.

Most counterfeit Servants are unable to defeat the super Servant Artoria's Curry Stick.

But this is not absolute.

After all, there is a truly invincible and powerful hero here!

The group arrived at a coastline.

The reason it's a coastline is quite simple: in the Mediterranean region, the primary source of pigments during the Classical and Medieval periods was colorful seashells.

"So who will be the next powerful counterfeit Heroic Spirit...?"

"Ugh... Damn it?! It's this guy...!"

Artoria's eyes widened. As a red dragon, she instinctively felt a shiver from her genes. It wasn't about strength or disparity, but about the white-haired dragon-armored warrior standing in front of her, wielding a bright silver illusion sword.

"Mr. Siegfried!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu blurted it out!

These are comrades who have fought alongside us, and may even fight alongside us again in the future.

Moreover, this subtle, humble attitude, with an expression of apology written all over his face, must be...

"That's wonderful, senior. Since it's Siegfried, even if it's a fake Heroic Spirit, it must be a warrior full of humility and kindness..."

"Hmph! I'm sorry, I'm going to kill you all—! I'm really sorry... no, I have nothing to apologize for!"

"How could this be! The humble Siegfried would actually..." Leonardo da Vinci hurriedly stepped back.

"Humility?! I'll show you what moving a monument really means!"

Siegfried scoffed: "I am the strongest demonic dragon who descended from the shores of the New Moon, and I have nothing to apologize for—"

The illusory sword radiated a scorching light, ready to unleash its powerful magic at the slightest provocation.

"Oh no, this is the Phantom Sword [Barmonk]! Everyone scatter!" Leonardo da Vinci warned, covering his ears.

"Trying to escape? Hmph, sorry, you've missed your chance!"

—Fantasy Greatsword: Fallen Demon!

Siegfried raised his phantom sword high, and with a burst of scorching light, Balmonk's light cannon arrived in an instant!

"Tch, this level is nothing more than a mere fake heroic spirit!"

Black Saber was not to be outdone, and the Holy Sword surged with a violent black and red beam.

—The Sword of Excalibur!

"Although there's no real reason, as the strongest dragon slayer, I must defeat you all here, risking my honor and pride!"

"Hmm...it's not a big deal if we don't gamble, after all, we still have a backup plan—"

"A backup plan, you mean..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka turned his head.

Upon discovering a white-clad spearman in golden armor and a fiery red cloak, a black-clad archer in white robes simultaneously activated their Noble Phantasms.

"Brahma, curse me!"

"Shadow of the God of Destruction!"

Two extraordinary treasures suddenly appeared and descended from the sky.

These two Noble Phantasms are even comparable to Artoria's Holy Sword, and if the opponent were not a fake Heroic Spirit, they would probably be far superior!

"I'm Karna, a humanities-oriented sports student with high emotional intelligence but poor science skills!"