How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

"Wait, that's not right—"

"——There's nothing wrong!" The mechanical snake floated up and with unimaginable agility, pushed Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was trying to protest, back into the quilt. "Don't think about anything before you recover. Don't do anything except rest quietly!"

"That's not what I meant!" Realizing that Asclepius had completely misunderstood him, Fujimaru Ritsuka struggled and shouted, "'It's haunted——'"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Is your brain burned out?" Asclepius questioned. Whether it is understood in a broad or narrow sense, a commonplace thing like "haunting" is not worth the Master of Chaldea to make a fuss about - but he did realize what Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to express here.

"Tsk." He complained as the latter tried to get out of the quilt again and sat up shakily, "I thought I could get away with it."

During this time, after roughly deducing the possible process based on the results, Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged uncoordinatedly with several possible answers in mind: "You were almost snatched away by the God of Plague before. As a Master, how could I forget such an important thing? So, how did others perform re-summoning on you when I was not present?"

"My current Master is that little girl." Obviously, the "other copy of Asclepius" who came down from the Throne of Heroes only had a rough idea of ​​his experience in his "last appearance in the world", and these rough ideas obviously did not include the names of anyone else he met. "I'm going to say something you may not like to hear. In terms of magical qualifications alone, she is much stronger than you."

Seeing that the opponent's initial value was obviously higher than the third-level breakthrough spiritual foundation, Fujimaru Ritsuka calmly accepted the reality: "I can see it."

"I realized something was wrong and took the girl to the summoning room on the Storm's Edge. Arjuna was the one who performed the ritual. Thanks to Chaldea's summoning system, I was able to easily establish a connection with the seat because of the connection that someone I had treated before. After reading the records and realizing something was wrong, I was able to descend to the world again."

Asclepius continued to tell what he knew. "By the way, our ship, together with that giant ship, is currently undergoing the highest level of disinfection and purification procedures. Until this work is completely completed, we can't go anywhere and can only stay on this planet. You should take this opportunity to have a good rest."

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought for a moment and asked, "...The rules of mysticism in the two worlds are somewhat different. Are there any problems with the details of the Path?"

"The Fate Summoning System recognized the girl's qualifications as a Master, so the entire ceremony was conducted under the common framework of Chaldea. There is no problem." Asclepius replied a little impatiently, "If there is a difference, it is because the 'magic power' transmitted from her is different. It is a little strange, but I am also a magician of the Age of Gods, so there is no big problem. Well, don't ask any more questions from now on, lie down and sleep immediately!"

"I'm so sore from lying down that I can't sleep!" Fujimaru Ritsuka started to make a fuss, "I want to get out of bed to move around a bit and eat something!"

"--Then you started working while you were moving around, right?" Asclepius was not moved at all. "Patients have no right to make random requests. They can only listen to the doctor's instructions. You are not allowed to leave the room until your nerve rhythm returns to normal. I will ask someone to bring you food according to the recipe."

"Woo woo, but maybe there really is someone out there who needs me—"

"——It's not like the Earth was turned into a blank sheet of paper. There are at least millions of people waiting to deal with those chores. Why does it have to be your turn?"

"Just, like problems like Chaos Corruption and the Cursed Army..."

"Okay." Asclepius unhappily took out a tablet computer from the Storm Boundary - the one that Fujimaru Ritsuka had been using to write diaries and make plans since before he came to this universe - and stuffed the electronic device, which still smelled a little bit of disinfectant, into her hand. "Decide for yourself where you want to start if you start working."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Asclepius's expression suspiciously, and then looked at the device in her hand suspiciously. After receiving a "please continue" signal from the other party, she woke up the tablet interface and found that the top memo was a "recent event record" left for her by Arjuna in Japanese:

Conrad Curze forged the seal of the Imperial Regent and used the other party's authority to mobilize the power of the Imperial Fleet;

——Okay. I knew that the bats were quiet and must be doing something naughty.

The siege of the Night Lords was lifted, the Empire detained 5,433 rebellious Astartes, and stored more than 14,000 qualified Night Lord gene seeds. During this process, Curze himself also agreed to be supervised;

- I don't really want to know the details of this matter, but judging from the fact that Koz himself is willing to accept supervision, I can bet my life that the process of this matter must have been very unpleasant.

The Hekaton Skyport has been reclaimed, and the Emperor's Dream is currently docked here, and the repair and disinfection work is not going smoothly;

——Given Somni's current nature, the damage he suffered should recover naturally as his spiritual base is replenished. But should I ask who or what is carrying out this disinfection work? Is the work not going well because he has become a tourist attraction or a pilgrimage site?

After receiving treatment and his spiritual base was initially restored, Sigismund of the Black Templar dueled with Jago Sevitarion of the Night Lords.

——Ah? No, wait a minute...? Hmm? Why? When did they start? Are they done now?

It appears the Cursed Ultramarines are planning a banquet, and would like you to attend.

——Such a normal entry is really a breath of fresh air in this memo. Thank you, Ultramarines! In this crazy universe, normal people like you are really too precious!

A proposal to "rename the 'Tairos Cathedral' to the 'Imperial Vision Cathedral'" has emerged, and the hope of this proposal being passed seems great;

—Help! Are you going to tell me next that the local people’s religious enthusiasm is unprecedentedly high? !

The "Apostle of War" Mathieu continued preaching to the crowd. There was intelligence that survivors from other areas on Parmenio seemed to be rushing towards Tyros.

……

She spent about thirty seconds reading the memo, which was not actually very long, and then looked up from the screen, staring blankly for more than two minutes. Finally, she took a deep breath, threw the tablet into the bed, and immediately got into the quilt:

"The bed is great! The quilt is great! I need to rest! Even if you kill me, I will never leave this room!"

After all, she was still just the Crown Master of a seventeen-year-old girl, the Emperor's chosen envoy to the throne, hiding herself in the soft quilt and making such a loud announcement.

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 133 If you can’t sleep, let’s chat

After Asclepius, the victor, left, Ritsuka Fujimaru, who really couldn't sleep, tossed and turned in bed for a while, but finally got up and took back the tablet computer that he had just thrown away.

The Grand Master sighed at the memo with a sad face for a while. But sighing would not reduce the existing troubles, she knew this very well. Even though the few words on this memo had revealed to her a lot of possible troubles that she didn't want to see, she still had to figure out what was actually happening now, and then solve these problems.

The temptation to continue curling up in the quilt and not do anything was indeed very attractive, but if she let the situation that could deteriorate further become worse, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked herself, she would feel guilty about it. She lay on the bed, holding the tablet and thinking aimlessly for a while, half of the time she was thinking about how to deal with the problems that might be encountered next, and the other half was planning how to escape from under the nose of Asclepius, and then -

"Are you awake?"

“—Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

Caught off guard, the frightened Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand slipped, and he was hit hard by the tablet and the gravity of the planet. After covering his nose and shrinking into the soft quilt for about ten seconds, Fujimaru Ritsuka sat up from the bed again in anger, and grabbed the pillow behind him: "Akuldona!!!"

The Second Captain of the Emperor's Children, who had sneaked into the ward by means of spiritualization and suddenly appeared beside the bed, moved forward a little awkwardly, and then reached out to catch the crooked, powerless, fluffy pillow that was far inferior to Fujimaru Ritsuka's usual strength. He said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that I would scare you. I thought you would, uh, 'feel something approaching', or something like that..."

"...Don't try this everywhere." Fujimaru Ritsuka held back tears and gently touched her still sore nose. "If you provoke me, you will face a crooked pillow; if you scare the think tank, they can just give you a psychic lightning."

"Speaking of the Librarian, Lord Guilliman's Psionic Council has been meeting frequently these past two days." Akuldona took another step forward and stuffed the pillow back into the bed, obviously wanting to change the current topic. "Librarian Digris said this when he came to visit. He also said, 'The Council is looking forward to your opinions and views on some psychic phenomena.'"

"That means they have a lot of confusing questions to ask me, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked in a very affirmative tone, "But, anyway, I have to explain a lot of things to Mr. Robert..."

She picked up the tablet again and began to add this item to the to-do list in the memo. Akurdona glanced at it and found that he could not understand the words on the screen. He hesitated and reminded: "Uh... Although I don't know what you are preparing, I think it's better for you not to think about leaving this room recently. Although I don't understand medicine, I can still understand basic medical reports. Did the doctor tell you that it is difficult for you to walk in a straight line on your own now?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his head expressionlessly and put down the tablet. Two seconds later, the same pillow flew crookedly towards Akultona who had retreated to his original position again - this time the aim was much better, but unfortunately, if the latter did not take a step forward to catch it, it would still fall to the ground before hitting anyone.

"Look, you don't even have the strength to hit anyone now." Akurdona had a look of "conclusive evidence" and stuffed the pillow back into the bed. "I think the doctor is right. You should stop thinking about anything and just lie down for a while."

Fujimaru Ritsuka hugged the pillow in his arms with a huff: "We are both burned by psychic energy, why is it that Sigismund can fight Sevitarion, but I have to lie on the bed!"

"Oh, you're talking about that." Akurdona laughed, "The two of them had a quarrel over some messed up reason, and neither could convince the other. In the end, they gambled the honor of the legion, and it turned out like this."

"...Ah?" Fujimaru Ritsuka began to brainstorm, "What... is going on between them...? Hmm? No? Not to mention that Sigismund was easily offended, Sevitarion is not the kind of person who would be easily provoked for reasons such as honor, right?"

She also had something else to hide: Besides, there is no honor in the Eighth Legion.

Even Akuldona could hear the unfinished words. The Emperor's Son chuckled and passed over the topic as if it had nothing to do with him: "Well, if we expand on this topic, you should know better than me the reason for the conflict between the two of them."

Fujimaru Ritsuka pondered for a while, then asked a word tentatively: "Illusion?"

"Illusion." Akuldona, who had successfully solved a riddle for the first time, pretended to be mysterious, but unfortunately, his only listener ignored him. Fujimaru Ritsuka was wailing in dissatisfaction and frustration, and at the same time put down the pillow in his hand and beat it in anger: "——Emperor!!!"

She already knew that Sevatar was aware of her story in the illusion trial to a certain extent - his Ortenaus armor and the contract with Jeanne Alter were obviously the result of Merlin's misappropriation of the records in the illusion. As a side effect of obtaining this record, he would obviously also be exposed to the memories of Sevatar who spent his life in the illusion.

That's why, while she and the other Night Lords had to spend time getting used to each other, there was almost no such process between her and Sevatar. On the Storm's Edge, when the Captain of the Night Lords appeared beside her and calmly joked, everything always seemed natural. But - Sigismund.

In her fantasy, Sigismund was also a Night Lord. The specific process that led to this result is too long to be described, so I will not go into it here. In short, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who only had a general understanding of the entire imperial history at the time, had no idea that "this was wrong". It was not until she passed the trial and began to study the imperial history in depth that she discovered that Sigismund should be in the Imperial Fist.

Considering the long story in the illusion, she thought it made sense, so she didn't think about it. It wasn't until she met the first Grand Marshal of the Black Templar in the Cursed Legion and talked to him as if they were meeting for the first time, but he connected with all the jokes very familiarly, that she realized with horror: the Sigismund in her illusion was probably played by himself.

By the way, in addition to Sigismund, the Emperor pulled many extras from the Legion of the Damned to fill the fantasy worldview, and the most famous one is the Angel.

But at that time she had already met the real angel in the Star Torch, and this person pretended to be perfect. If you pull a third person to observe the scene at that time, no matter who it is, you have to say: Although it was the first time for the two of them to meet, it was really a happy scene!

——Ritsuka Fujimaru is a petty person, and she decides to hold a grudge against Sanguinius until she can successfully smear a cushion on his face in the real universe.

For the sake of the person concerned, I will not elaborate on how Fujimaru Ritsuka found the time to face the Emperor alone and scream like crazy. Back to the current situation: In her fantasy, to use the traditional Japanese idiom, Sigismund and Sevitarion are already somewhat like "the brother of the dog and the monkey". If we add this premise, it is not difficult to understand that the two of them, without anyone to watch over them and without the entire legion behind them to be responsible and set an example, just made up a reason to fight like this. It's just...

"I believe that Asclepius is a great doctor. If he were here, it would not be impossible for Sigismund's spiritual base, which should be seriously injured, to recover in a short period of time." Fujimaru Ritsuka began to feel that something was wrong. "But, fighting with Sevitarion with such a serious injury? Even if it is not life-threatening, I should not be able to fight at my best level, right? Or was I really unconscious for a long time?"

"Not really. It's only been sixty-three or sixty-four hours since you collapsed on the battlefield. Considering the doctor's comment that 'you are lucky to be alive', I don't think this time is too long." Pretending not to notice the other party's disrespectful behavior of "beating the pillow as if it were the Emperor", Akuldona said, "After hearing about it, Lord Guilliman also told you to take good care of yourself and don't worry about what's happening outside. As for the duel between Sigismund and Sevatar——"

He paused for a moment, as if weighing something, before continuing his assessment: "I think it's fair. In every sense."

Fujimaru Ritsuka became alert: "Ah? Sevitarion is also injured? What kind of enemy can withstand the Emperor's psychic power, reach the Cathedral of Tyros, and still injure him?!"

"Pfft." When the topic was mentioned, Akurdona, who had obviously heard the related story later, laughed, "That's not the case. Let me tell you in detail..."

Miu (no more)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 134 As expected of you, the all-powerful butler Arjuna

After telling the story of how Sevatar encountered some kind of psychic attack in the Cathedral of Tyros, screaming and getting injured seemingly for no reason, and losing face in front of the Ultramarines; and how the Director of the Think Tank, after a period of chaos, finally confirmed that this kind of attack would only occur to varying degrees on the Night Lords, and thus lifted the alarm, Fujimaru Ritsuka not only did not laugh as Akurdona predicted, but he even fell into deep thought.

"I see, that's what's going on." She picked up the tablet again and checked the numbers in the entries related to the Night Lords in the memo again, and asked, "By the way, do you know how many rebellious Astartes there are in the fleets that are besieging the Night Lords?"

“I don’t know. The relevant information has been blocked.” Akuldona said sincerely, “Whether it is the Ultramarines, or the Chapters and Auxiliary Forces responsible for handling this matter, they have all been given a very strict gag order. I think Lord Guilliman meant: it is best not to let anyone know that such a thing happened.”

"That's true. After all, it's not a glorious thing for the authority and seal of the Imperial Regent to be misused."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was just talking to himself, but Akurdona was very surprised when he heard this: "Huh?"

"…Don't you know about this?" Ritsuka Fujimaru asked a little puzzled, but Akurdona obviously had a brain short circuit.

——Although he was a second captain with swordsmanship, emotional intelligence, and command and control abilities, he was also the second captain of the Emperor's Children after all, and had served in a management position in a large military organization. Under the influence of the environment itself (or, the teachings), he was still clear about how explosive this fact itself was.

"I don't know about this!" He declared very seriously, "I mean, I didn't know about this in the first place, and you never told me about it! No matter what the inside story behind this is, it is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely a rumor that should not be spread out! Yes, a rumor!"

Seeing his reaction, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had almost unlimited power but did not think of overusing it and was not very sensitive to the hierarchy and power division within the empire, gradually began to realize how terrible this was.

"...I see." She stared at her tablet with a complicated expression. "So, this matter must have been strictly blocked, and not many people know about it?"

Akurdona said nothing, but just looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka quietly. At this moment, silence also became a positive answer.

The latter therefore shut his mouth silently and fell into deep thought: How did Arjuna figure out all these things?

After thinking for thirty seconds, out of trust that "he wouldn't say anything even if he knew", Fujimaru Ritsuka let go of the question and began to rethink what he should do next.

After adding the "phenomenon" that had occurred in this section, Fujimaru Ritsuka had roughly guessed how Curze had lifted the siege of the Night Lords, and was convinced that his guess was almost correct. This guy must have abused his essence and the base contract between him and his gene offspring... but to what extent? This requires further investigation.

She looked at the numbers in the memo again. The Empire detained more than 5,000 renegade Astartes, but stored more than 14,000 gene seeds... She couldn't deny that among these Night Lords who had completely escaped from their control and grew wildly, there must be some who were completely hopeless, and the proportion must be quite high. Regardless of Curze's nature or his own will, it was logical to completely kill these people. But this loss rate...

Considering that the person involved even accepted the supervision of his own brother after doing all this, and was most likely hiding in a small dark room, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought that this could be used to infer that the whole thing was also considered "not very good" in Koz's judgment criteria. If she knew in advance how many people the other party had come this time, she could have a rough estimate of "how bad" this matter was, but now it seems that under the gag order of the Imperial Regent, it would be very difficult to find out this point.

According to her calculations, if the total number of Midnight Lords was originally between 25,000 and 30,000, then this number of people remaining at the end was still relatively reasonable. However, she intuitively felt that the truth of the matter would be more cruel than she had guessed.

It would be better to ask the person involved directly when the time comes and then act accordingly.

"...I have to find a way to talk to Conrad." She poked the screen with her clumsy fingers and muttered to herself, "But in order to talk to Conrad, I'm afraid I have to talk to Mr. Robert first."

"I think before that, you'd better try to get out of bed." Akurdona said this very inappropriately, and unsurprisingly, he was given a cold shoulder by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"I don't mind moving around in a wheelchair." She said a little angrily, and then quickly blocked the other party's advice with the following sentence, "If the Emperor could have played even a little positive role after talking to his sons, I wouldn't need to drag my sick body out now! I can just put a shrine to the Emperor in front of Conrad!"

Am I not here to prove human principles? Why do I have to provide psychological counseling to the original body besides saving the world?

Thinking of this, she immediately became even angrier.

She slammed the tablet in her hand on the pillow beside her with a huff, pretending that the blow was hitting the emperor hard. The mental victory brought by this empty imagination made her feel a little better, and then she felt that she had to start doing things.

"Akuldona, please go find Sigismund and Sevitarion and tell them to stop fighting." She pulled out a pillow and held it in her arms, ready to use a chicken feather as a token of authority, and said to Akuldona, "I can't just walk around, and they can't walk around either! Since you have so much free time to duel, why don't you come and chat with me!"

If Sevatar was here, he would immediately realize that this little ancestor was planning something to drag them down; even if Sigismund was here, he would be suspicious of Fujimaru Ritsuka's nonsense at this moment. But unfortunately, it was Akultona who was here, and he had no doubts about it -

"Okay, I understand." Akurdona, who completely understood this matter as "Ritsuka Fujimaru wanted to criticize the two people who had a conflict for no reason", thought about it briefly, and after comparing their states, he believed that he had a great chance of winning even if he was fighting one against two.

"I will take care of this problem." Akurdona said this confidently, and then he turned into a spirit and left in a heroic and vigorous manner.

——Of course, he meant rushing into the duel cage, punching each of them, separating the two men, and then dragging them here.

Meow (six o'clock)

Brother A (Deng Yao)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 135 Are the Strong Destined to Have No Hair?

Thirty minutes later, Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to thank the Empire for its extravagant spirit of doing everything on a grand scale for the first time:

In this room, which was most likely originally occupied by the clergy in the church, even with three fully-equipped Astartes standing in front of the bed where she was currently, the space still did not seem crowded - not to mention Akurdona, Sigismund and Sevatar were both wearing helmets.

There is nothing wrong with Sigismund doing this, but Sevatar...

"Take off your helmet." Kneeling on the mattress with a pillow in his arms and a blanket over his head, Fujimaru Ritsuka deliberately acted bossy and said to Sevatar, "I'm not happy right now, so I want to see you in such a miserable state to make myself happy."

Correspondingly, Sevatar also deliberately "sighed helplessly" very loudly, then took off his iconic helmet, revealing a face covered in bruises: one wound was in the middle of his forehead, making people wonder if he had headbutted Sigismund again; the other was near the scar at the corner of his mouth, which was undoubtedly caused by a heavy punch.

In fact, for Astartes, this problem was not even considered an injury. His body had successfully healed the capillaries under the skin that had been ruptured by external forces, and all that remained was to eliminate the blood clots inside - but often, when the healing reached this stage, similar bruises were the most unsightly.