Fujimaru Ritsuka took a step forward, took Artoria's hand, and the two walked to the dance floor together. Like everyone else, they turned into butterflies dancing on the dance floor.
but......
Fujimaru Ritsuka's dance steps are quite clumsy.
"Haha, I didn't expect that the Master who saves the world can't even dance?" Artoria had a little teasing in her eyes.
"Ah, um, sorry..."
A rare embarrassment appeared on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face.
"It's okay. I just learned it if I didn't know it. I didn't skip it when I was alive. I usually rely on intuition on such things."
Arturia was the king of a country during her lifetime, how could anyone invite her to dance, let alone her apparent identity as a male.
"Hmm...it looks really bad. What kind of intuition do you have?" Joan of Arc, who was watching on the dance floor, showed a disgusted expression. Of course, this disgust was directed at Artoria.
"Ah la la, in this case, it is a bit eye-catching." Lawrence smiled helplessly, "But it seems that you really want to dance with that kid Ritsuka, right?"
Most of Joan of Arc's thoughts are written directly on her face. Such a person is easy to understand.
"...I don't deny this."
When Lawrence pointed out the fact, Joan bit her lip.
In fact, she also disliked Lawrence. After all, in France at that time, Lawrence could be said to be one of the most direct culprits responsible for the failure of the Evil Dragon Sect, but... this guy was one of the most important people in Ritsuka.
One, and...
He is still the kind of important person who poses no threat to her.
Based on this alone, Joan of Arc cannot dislike Lawrence.
"Didn't Ritsuka learn dancing in Chaldea?" Joan of Arc asked a little too talkatively.
"Ritsuka has studied a lot of things, but she has never learned dance. Although I can teach her, dancing is not a necessary condition for survival in the Singularity, so I didn't consider this."
"Well... I will teach her so that she can dance with you next time."
Lawrence smiled at Joan of Arc.
This kid really likes Lixiang.
"Miss, can I dance with you?" At this time, a man who looked quite indifferent came over, smiled and extended his hand to Joan of Arc.
Jeanne's expression instantly darkened.
"...I'm already starting to think about burning this place down. What should I do?"
"...My advice is, calm down."
Lawrence's mouth twitched and he wiped the cold sweat from his face.
Off the court, Moriarty also became anxious.
Why hasn't that Assassin come back? If he doesn't come back - his lair will be turned into a sea of fire!
Annuo stood not far from the door of the club, took out the scissors and lit a cigar for himself, with a cruel smile on his face.
Damn it, I've been waiting for it for a long time.
Inside the venue, the music stopped.
An "Artoria" appeared on the second floor of the club.
"Little ones, did you have fun tonight?"
Standing on the attic, "Artoria" smiled contemptuously, and her questions received a lot of responses.
"Of course, thank you for your generosity. The birds and bees you gave us can definitely dispose of those boring coloratura singers and the like." A man dressed as a rich man raised his head and responded.
"Yes, being able to still enjoy such a life in Shinjuku depends entirely on you, sir."
Artoria's face also darkened.
"...It's such a familiar face." Lawrence smiled and drank all the white wine in the glass.
"Hahaha... I have to say that I want to thank Assassin a little. He has turned into such a face. I feel more motivated even when I feel angry." Jeanne's eyes have begun to light up.
There was a red light.
"Want to come?"
Artoria now wants to chop off Assassin's head, but because of Fujimaru Ritsuka's presence, she still has to ask for Fujimaru Ritsuka's permission.
"...Hide in the crowd first and go to the second floor. Miss Lawrence can stay on the first floor and listen to my signal on the radio - liberate the Noble Phantasm directly."
"This time... we will definitely not let him escape!"
Lawrence nodded silently, grabbed some food, and then wandered around the banquet as before.
Fujimaru Ritsuka took Artoria and Jeanne and moved towards the second floor.
Yan Qing, who had transformed into Artoria, was still chattering.
"In this era of living and drinking, in a sense it is much more enjoyable than when we were there!"
"Speaking of which, Kabukicho is already empty, right? In this case, we can occupy it without any doubt. Just in time, if we want to build some shops and goods there... just use those people there.
'How about it?"
"We'll get started, boss."
A bee following Yan Qing nodded.
"Speaking of, boss, there seem to be a lot of beauties today. Can we bring... eh? Boss, is the face over there the same as yours today?"
The bee noticed Arturia walking this way.
"Miss Lawrence—do it!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted through the communication device.
"Shine, my great deeds!"
Lawrence, who had been prepared for a long time, released his Noble Phantasm directly under Yan Qing without hesitation.
"[Non c'era mancanza di interni ed esterni] (Non c'era mancanza di interni ed esterni)!!!"
A bright light suddenly enveloped the entire club.
"Uh-what!?"
Yan Qing had no warning about the sudden Noble Phantasm. When he reacted, he had already forcibly retreated from the state of imitating Arturia, and a huge feeling of weakness came from his spiritual base.
And outside.
"Haha - let's go!"
boom----!!!
The sound of motorcycle bombing erupted. Annuo put on his sunglasses and drove his motorcycle directly into the club amidst the screams of the waiters.
"Get over here!"
Zheng——
Artoria instantly switched to armor mode, the light roared, and she hit Yan Qing.
Yan Qing gritted his teeth. Even if he didn't fully understand the situation at hand, he knew that he would definitely die if he was hit hard. With his quick speed, he narrowly avoided Artoria.
sword
But behind.
"Come! Try my sword!"
Annuo turned over and jumped off the motorcycle. Artoria's holy sword of the same model also shone with black light, and walked towards Yan Qing with a smile.
Joan of Arc also raised the evil dragon flag, and a raging fire burned around her. She approached Yan Qing with a ferocious smile.
Moriarty and Holmes also ran in through the door opened by Anno.
The personnel on Chaldea's side were assembled in an instant.