Chapter 082 82

After taking Charlemagne through the gate, Fujimaru Ritsuka found himself in a garden full of roses - the exquisite gate had disappeared behind the two of them, and the rose trees that had grown tall enough to be called walls and blocked all of Fujimaru Ritsuka's vision fully demonstrated that the place they were in was obviously not an ordinary garden.

"Can you transform into a spirit, Charlemagne?" Fujimaru Ritsuka turned to ask Charlemagne, but his eyes fell on the roses blooming on the surrounding rose trees that were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood. "If this is the singularity - no, it should be the singularity. Then recovering the Holy Grail is the basic mission, but..."

"I always have a bad feeling about this place."

Charlemagne: "A bad feeling?"

"Charlemagne, please remember the route I took next - we'll tell you the rest as we go." Fujimaru Ritsuka watched Charlemagne transform into a blue spirit particle and disappear into the air, walking forward along the path framed by the rose tree. "Let's start from the room we left."

At that time, the spell that Fujimaru Ritsuka used to summon the servants included the sentence "The color dedicated to it is white" - not to mention the difference between the spell for summoning Chaldea servants and the summoning spell in the normal Holy Grail War, this sentence alone was enough for Fujimaru Ritsuka to determine that the number of people who would appear here later would be at least two camps, fourteen groups and twenty-eight people.

——And unlike the Holy Grail War that took place in a parallel world that they once knew about, Fujimaru Ritsuka's camp was not the Black Camp or the Red Camp that existed in that world, but the White Camp, which had never been recorded before.

——However, summoning Saber Charlemagne at this time was indeed a pleasant surprise.

——Although the "reality" of Emperor Karl almost squeezed out Charlemagne's "fantasy" side and made it completely unable to manifest normally, the quality of Charlemagne's own servants is enough to suppress most of the servants in this world... Of course, those super-standard ones are not included.

"You know what, Charlemagne?" Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped in front of a rose tree and saw bright red liquid dripping from the roses, revealing the original color of the petals. "The moment I touched the summoning array, maybe it was the Holy Grail, or the creator of the anomaly, but in short - at that time, like the inherent rules of this space, a problem appeared in front of me."

——"To wind up, or not to wind up?"

"If this is the beginning of an adventure story..." Charlemagne's voice was faintly excited, "I guess the Master chose to turn the clockwork?"

"That's it. The moment I answered the question about turning the spring, I learned the rules of the Holy Grail Camp Battle and knew that I was assigned to the White Camp." Fujimaru Ritsuka squatted down, stretched out his hand and used his fingertips to wipe the red liquid that dripped onto the ground, and smelled the liquid. "This smell... and viscosity... is it really like this?"

Charlemagne: "What's wrong, Master?"

"I roughly know what the main element of this anomaly is - no, I had a guess when I saw the door, and now it's just confirmed." Fujimaru Ritsuka wiped off the red liquid on his fingertips in a way that was quite wasteful of magic power, stood up and walked forward, "The liquid dripping from the rose is undried red paint; and the original color of the rose is white."

"Painting white roses red is a famous plot in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, a fairy tale written by Lewis Carroll, a British writer in the 19th century." Fujimaru Ritsuka thought of the Servant in Chaldea who represented all picture books. "When it comes to Alice, besides the nursery rhymes that we think of, most people probably think of the Alice in the fairy tale."

"That is to say..." Charlemagne paused and watched Fujimaru Ritsuka walk forward, "This anomaly, its space - or at least the area we are in now... is formed according to this fairy tale."

"That's probably it." Fujimaru Ritsuka stuffed his hands into his pockets, nervous about his rare empty dress reserve. "But, in that case... it's understandable that the White Camp appeared instead of the Black and Red Camp. After all, in addition to the Red Queen in Wonderland, there is also a White Queen in Alice's story who had an adventure in the mirror."

"Wait, Master." Charlemagne suddenly stopped Fujimaru Ritsuka who was about to move forward, his tone gradually becoming serious, "There are people ahead - no, there should be a group of Lords and Servant. What should we do?"

"Let's go take a look." Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and walked in the direction Charlemagne pointed out. "After all, it is necessary to know the information of other camps and servants. Besides, if it is the current state, as long as the servants are not spirit sons, I can basically know everyone's real name at first glance, right?"

"No matter how you look at it, even if we still have to fight in the end, we will have the advantage, right?"

Turning the corner of the road, what surprised Fujimaru Ritsuka more than the fact that she had reached a dead end was that the group that appeared before her looked more like enemies separated by a blood feud than a master and servant.

Putting aside what the Lord of Suppression who was blocked at the end of the road by the Servants was trying to do with the candy-colored microphone in his hand, just seeing the Servant preparing to use the snake staff at hand to beat the Lord of Suppression directly - Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyelids jumped violently, and he instantly confirmed the true name of the Servant wrapped in black.

"…Someone's here, Caster." The pink-haired lord who had seemed to want to kill his Servant took the lead in making a temporary truce, his eyes passing over his Servant and falling on Fujimaru Ritsuka, "To me, the division of the camps is meaningless - in the end, only one group can win anyway."

"Okay, we'll discuss your health problem after the battle is over." The Servant in black turned his head, revealing a bird-beak mask covering the lower half of his face, and stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka who appeared at the corner with his twin snake-like green eyes, "Come on, it's time for surgery!!!"

"Saber." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed helplessly and called out Charlemagne, "Before the battle begins, I have something to ask you - which camp are you from? Have you met other people here? Finally, your previous situation - was it your suzerain who disobeyed the doctor's orders, or lied about his medical history, or lied about his height and weight, Asclepius?"

"Isn't this the first time I met you that I recognized your real name!!!" The voice of the Lord of Asclepius quickly dropped from the sweet high-pitched voice to the deep voice that Fujimaru Ritsuka heard at the beginning, "And he knows you so well... Could it be that he was an acquaintance in his previous life, Caster?"

"You guys, do you have the skill to see through real names?" Asclepius frowned, his eyes falling on Charlemagne, "That knight doesn't look like someone who has this skill - besides, I'm not familiar with even the crew of the Argo. I'm just the ship's doctor - because guys who try to be heroes always get a lot of weird injuries, which is good for my research."

"Unfortunately, it's not the skill that can see through the real name - it's just because of the snake staff." Fujimaru Ritsuka spread his hands and his eyes fell on the snake staff held by Asclepius, "Because the snake staff is the symbol of Asclepius, the god of medicine."

“So my Master… turned out to be a guy who was used to make up the numbers in this Holy Grail War?” Asclepius looked at his master with disdain, his eyes gradually becoming gloomy. “That’s why he is like this, and he knows nothing about the Holy Grail War.”

"If you're talking about making up the numbers, I'm actually the same person..." Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at Charlemagne subconsciously, and then began to negotiate with the other party, "Well, but let's put the details aside for later. I'm not here to fight you, and I already know Caster's real name - the current situation is in our favor, why don't you listen to me for a while?"

“You’re wearing a magic dress, and you summoned Saber’s Servant. How could you be here to make up the numbers—” Asclepius looked at his own Lord and then at Fujimaru Ritsuka, his expression gradually becoming complicated. “No, if it’s the Lord selection mechanism of the Holy Grail War… you’re more like someone who’s here to make up the numbers than the Master!!!”

"……?"

"Caster's Master is an ordinary person, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed helplessly, and simply set up a barrier magic at the only entrance of this dead end to prevent others from intruding. "Although I am not the magician of the Clock Tower... No, I am not even a magician, but I can still introduce the basic knowledge for now."

"There is only one Holy Grail - you are still helping us who will definitely become our enemies?" The Lord of Asclepius sat at the end of the dead end, his blue eyes were cold and deep, "Even naivety has its limits - well, I won't stop you. After all, this matter is beneficial to us no matter how you look at it."

"Even if it's basic knowledge, I won't give it to you for free." Fujimaru Ritsuka put one hand on his waist and walked Charlemagne to the two people at the end. "You must abide by my rules - one answer for one piece of basic knowledge. You must answer my questions, and you must not lie."

"In that case, I will tell you about the Holy Grail War - of course, you can also choose to refuse." Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered his head and looked at the Lord of Asclepius, with a nearly god-like indifference in his golden eyes. "If you have made up your mind, tell me your answer - accept my proposal, or not?"

——"To wind up, or not to wind up?"

--"Turn."

“…I accept.”

"Well, first question." Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his finger to him, watching the sky-blue eyes gradually become firm and sharp, and then asked his question, "What is your name?"

"Yimura is a mess."