The night before heading to the first singularity.
Since Da Vinci was not a follower of Fujimaru Ritsuka, and because of Sheba's instability, he would stay in Chaldea to maintain the operation of the system and make some rituals for Fujimaru Ritsuka in his workshop that could withstand a large amount of magic power.
The magic power consumption of Master Fujimaru Ritsuka's subordinates is not the responsibility of Ritsuka himself, but the magic furnace in Chaldea. However, Ritsuka himself is equivalent to a magic converter.
The magic power output from Chaldea must pass through Ritsuka's body before it can be transmitted to the body of the servant.
Lawrence is working with Leonardo da Vinci in the workshop to maintain Sheba and at the same time check Olga Marie's condition.
The sub-server Mashu and the master Fujimaru Ritsuka were preparing for tomorrow's spirit transfer, that is, they were sleeping.
In the Chaldean staff dormitory, Fujimaru Ritsuka has already fallen asleep.
However, she didn't seem to sleep peacefully.
...
"Harry, promise me, you must persist and drink this glass of water."
A male voice came from Ritsuka's first perspective, and Ritsuka's eyes moved downwards following the owner of the perspective.
What appears in the perspective seems to be summoned by myself during the day...Miss Lawrence?
But there seems to be something wrong with Miss Lawrence's state...?
The woman was breathing weakly, her eyes were half-open and half-closed, and her breath was like a thread.
"Lawrence...am I going to die..."
"You won't die, believe me!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't have time to think, and the perspective changed to another scene.
"Harley... Harley..." The real Lawrence pressed his forehead against the woman's palm.
The man was trembling, desperate and helpless.
The woman struggled to sit up and held Lawrence's cheek.
Li Xiang's heart trembled slightly.
"How I want to kiss you again...my love..."
Crystal tears fell from the corners of the woman's eyes.
This... is the owner of that appearance, the wife of Mr. Lawrence Jr., there is only a record of a woman named Harley.
Lawrence endured his grief, stood up, and hugged his lover.
Miserable and desperate, poignant and helpless look at each other.
The two kissed gently.
Ritsuka didn't have any other thoughts at all. All she had was sadness and shock.
...
"That was..." Li Xiang sat up and stared blankly at the quilt in front of him.
"Huh."
Touching the corners of his eyes with his fingers, he found a few tears hanging down.
"That's... Mr. Lawrence's..."
Buzz——
The door was opened, and a girl with pink hair walked in holding a small white beast.
"Ah, senior, you're already up, eh?" Mashu walked to the bedside and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was wiping his tears, a little anxious, "Senior, why are you crying? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Or are you feeling energetic?
A lot of pressure?"
"I'm fine, Mashu, I just..." Ritsuka was a little doubtful, "Did you have a dream?"
"Dream? What dream?" Matthew was a little confused.
"I seem to have dreamed about...something about Miss Lawrence's lifetime?"
"well?"
...
"That's how things are." Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little embarrassed.
Lawrence sat aside, head lowered.
"What Ritsuka described does happen often. The Master will dream about some things that happened to the Servant who signed a contract with him during his lifetime. It is just a matter of experiencing some things from the perspective of the Servant. There are no side effects." Dr. Roman.
Sitting in front of the instrument with a smile, "This situation may deepen the understanding between the master and the servant."
"I understand." Li Xiang nodded.
"Miss Lawrence, are you okay?" Dr. Roman noticed that Lawrence was a little depressed and asked.
Before the spirit son is transferred, all abnormal conditions must be eliminated.
"...I have no problem, it won't affect the transfer of souls." Lawrence raised his head, with the same smile as yesterday. He looked very warm, but there was always a kind of repulsion.
external feeling.
Dr. Roman thought for a while and decided to believe Lawrence.
Summoned by Ritsuka Fujimaru, Lawrence was close friends with Leonardo da Vinci during his lifetime and was basically a completely trustworthy being. Dr. Roman believed that she could clearly understand the priorities of things.
The two stood up and walked out side by side.
"What's going on in Sheba?"
"current situation......"
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the tail of her skirt disappearing at the door, feeling a little silent.
"Senior, let's go to the control room too." Matthew reminded.
"Okay, let's go." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.
In his mind, he was still recalling everything he had seen in his dream.
During Miss Lawrence's lifetime, it turned out that...did something like that happen...
...
"Then, three of you, please enter the box." Doctor Roman and the remaining Chaldean employees looked at the three of them with solemn and respectful eyes.
Mash has already transformed into a sub-servant, wearing purple-black leather armor on his body, and his huge cross shield has temporarily transformed into a spirit body.
Lawrence is still wearing her own skirt. As a complete servant, the body itself is equivalent to a piece of equipment.
Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath wearing a costume that was carefully designed by Leonardo da Vinci and made by Lawrence that could adapt to magic in a night.
"Let's go." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded to Dr. Roman, turned around, and resolutely walked into the box where the souls were transferred.
Matthew and Lawrence also walked into the other two baskets.
In a small corner that no one could see, a small white beast named Fufu jumped into Mashu's basket as if teleporting.
"Pay attention to safety." Roman urged, "The first factor in all matters must be to protect the safety of Fujimaru Ritsuka. As the last master of humanity, she is our only hope."
The shell of the basket was fastened, and Roman nodded to the staff.
"So - the first spirit transfer, target transfer, France."
"start!"
...
France, Orleans.
Inside the castle, a tall man was praying.
The girl wearing black armor stood silently.
The girl has pure white hair, lifeless, and her skin is as pale as death, sickly and beautiful.
"Ah, my holy virgin, you finally responded to my call!" The tall man roared with excitement and joy.
The black girl stood there without any memory or self, listening to the man's words mechanically.
"Ah? Is it a doll without a self?"
He stroked the golden cup in his hand and said intoxicatedly: "That's fine, then!"
"Great Holy Virgin, Joan of Arc (Jeanne Dacol)! Please put aside your pity for these filthy people and become the Joan of Arc that belongs only to me, to me, Gilles de Rey!"
"Let the flames of your anger burn throughout France!"