Adroson walked in the thick fog and shrugged his nose.
Because of the heroic spirit he summoned, he could keenly feel that the concentration of magic power was slowly increasing in the thick fog in London.
An increase in the concentration of magic power will have many consequences, one of which is that the number of phantoms or servants summoned to this singularity will increase.
"Mother..." Adrosson sighed, quickened his pace, and moved towards the Thames River.
...
"...I understand, Miss Lawrence." Fujimaru Ritsuka is not an ignorant person. Although the cause and effect is very complicated,...
"...Thank you very much for your understanding, Master." It was the first time that Lawrence lowered his posture in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka. She even bowed and her body was still trembling, "The root of all this
It’s all because of me, the mistakes and shame I can’t avoid, so..."
"Miss Lawrence."
Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand fell on Lawrence's shoulder, with a little helplessness.
"...Huh?" Lawrence raised his head and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"No matter what, as long as Miss Lawrence can be safe." Fujimaru Ritsuka touched Lawrence's head, and at this moment, the two people's identities seemed to have been reversed.
"Miss Simonetta...has withdrawn. This is an unavoidable fact." The loss and sadness in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes can be seen almost at a glance, "You are behind the Zolgen family and this child.
, I understand all the stories clearly.”
"Whether it was half of London that was destroyed or Miss Simonetta's withdrawal, I don't think it can be blamed on you, Miss Lawrence, and this child. This is unfair." Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone became calmer and left.
Arriving in front of Noerla, he squatted down, looked at Noerla who was crying silently, smiled and touched his head, "Instead of dwelling on the disaster itself, it is better to focus on the person who caused the disaster."
"You are not the ones who are wrong."
Noelle's eyes lit up and she looked up at Fujimaru Ritsuka. Lawrence also sat back in a daze.
"You claim to be an omnipotent person with superior wisdom. Why do you always like to get into trouble on such matters?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Lawrence's blank eyes and felt a little helpless. "It seems that Mr. Manlio is right.
That’s right.”
Lawrence looked at Manlio subconsciously. Manlio, who was still sad just now, suddenly panicked and quickly turned his head away.
"Miss Lawrence, let me ask you, are you the cause of this child's tragedy?" Ritsuka pointed at Nora and asked Lawrence.
"They are my descendants..." Lawrence answered honestly.
"Is it you? Is it you? Or did you instigate it?" Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted Lawrence and asked again.
"...No, but they are my descendants..." Lawrence continued to answer.
"Then did you know about it? Did you not stop it when you knew about it?" Fujimaru Ritsuka continued to interrupt and asked.
"...No..." Lawrence opened his mouth.
"Isn't that good? Your descendant named Se is already a descendant of who knows how many generations. Why do you need to pay the price for what he did? Is it just because he is your descendant?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka had anger on her face.
"I..." Lawrence's brain has not fully recovered from the chaotic state, but Fujimaru Ritsuka actually brought him out of the corner bit by bit!
Manlio looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with awe in his eyes.
This person has some skills!
"Kid, can I ask you a question?" Fujimaru Ritsuka jumped in front of Nora like a rabbit, scaring Nora.
"Huh? Wha, what?" Noerla backed away slightly, he was a little afraid of strangers.
"Do you hate Miss Lawrence?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked into Nora's eyes, and Nora's eyes began to dodge involuntarily.
"I...I don't know, but I know that Lawrence is a very good person and a very hard-working person." Noella said tangledly.
He wanted to say that he didn't hate Lawrence, but his body and soul reminded him of his hatred for Zolgen and Lawrence's bloodline all the time.
This is engraved on the Throne of Heroes and flows in Noerla’s magic power. It is impossible for a person to deceive his own soul, not to mention Noerla is only a ten-year-old child, a good child.
Nursery Rhyme noticed that Nourla's mental state seemed to have changed because of Fujimaru Ritsuka, and she suddenly became happy: "Big sister, you speak nicely, say a few more words, say a few more words!"
"Huh? Ah...Okay." Fujimaru Ritsuka touched Tongyao's head again.
"Um...this is Nursery Rhyme, and he is also a Servant." Lawrence, who had recovered slightly, introduced stiffly. Her mind was still stuck in her own thoughts. The introduction of Nursery Rhyme was completely a subconscious reaction of her body.
"Yes! I am Nursery Rhyme, which is a collection of picture books and fairy tales!" Nursery Rhyme happily greeted Ritsuka Fujimaru.
"Well, hello, Miss Nursery Rhyme." Fujimaru Ritsuka waved to Mashu and Manrio, pointed at Lawrence, and got close to Nora and Nursery Rhyme himself.
Mordred watched as the silence and death in front of him gradually disappeared, replaced by understanding and gentleness.
"You have a plan, Master of Chaldea..." A smile appeared on her face, "If you exist, then the burning of human nature cannot be stopped."
"Hey, Lawrence." She stood up and looked at Lawrence who was sitting there dignifiedly with a dull expression, "And Master, now that Lawrence is back and our state has adjusted, shouldn't we also
Going to Fulham?”
Lawrence's eyes regained their brightness and nodded: "It seems that you already know what's going on at Fulham. In this case, it really shouldn't be delayed."
She took a deep breath, put on a smile, and looked at Noelle: "Noelle, are you willing to assist us?"
Noelle nodded without hesitation.
"I know what I should do now!" He looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, and concluded a temporary contract.
"Thank you Nora, let's go then." Fujimaru Ritsuka had just signed a temporary contract with Nursery Rhyme, smiled, stood up, and nodded to Lawrence.
Lawrence also smiled, still looking tired, and nodded to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Ritsuka is right, but...
Forget it, why are you thinking so much now? Don't forget the primary goal, Lawrence.
Just as everyone was preparing to set off, Mordred suddenly sensed something and looked in the direction of central London.
There seemed to be the sound of a storm in that direction.