Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"Then let me tell you..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her head and said with a smile, "The Lady with the Lantern is great and noble."

The soldier sat blankly on the hospital bed that had been converted from a cot.

Nightingale treated all the wounded equally, regardless of race, origin, or status.

After being frightened away by Fujimaru Ritsuka, the soldier encountered the nurse.

"I'm a real piece of trash."

The soldier muttered.

"That person saved me... but I..."

"Damn it!"

He pounded the bed hard.

The soldier felt somewhat annoyed.

The fear in one's heart and the despair of war were suffocating.

He clearly had a fairly good life in the New World...

"You don't need to blame yourself."

"Instead, you should express your gratitude... But you don't need to be too hard on yourself. It's normal for people to say those things when they're feeling uneasy."

Nightingale quickly cleaned up the bloodstains from her wound and then came in to speak.

“Ordinary people in the midst of war, you are innocent... What you are doing is not even something as noble as defending your homeland, but something much greater: fighting for the survival of humanity.”

"It's already quite impressive that we were able to muster the courage to face those germs [monsters]."

Nightingale said with certainty.

Night falls.

But the angels are shining.

Nightingale worked through the night.

She did not rest.

She didn't have any time all night. Only when all the patients had calmed down late at night could Nightingale steal a moment to organize her medical records and experiences under the moonlight.

These cases and symptoms will be discussed later in the Spirit Origin section.

It can not only help her care for patients, but also enable her to unleash unimaginable special attacks against people during battle.

She sat quietly on the steps in front of the hospital, bathed in the soft moonlight, making Nightingale appear as radiant as a saint.

"I'm sorry..."

The petite girl walked over, holding her magic wand, and said...

"I didn't know Miss Nightingale was such a great person, so I apologize for any offense..."

"Cast said weakly."

Then, Nightingale interrupted him.

Caster hesitated for a long time, only to find that the other person's only thought was to save people.

They didn't take her helplessness to heart at all.

"Did you handle the emergency measures for that young Servant?"

Nightingale flipped through the thick stack of papers in her hand, filled with nursing-related information. She didn't have time to look up at Kyle, but asked directly.

"Ah...yes...yes."

Castor scratched his cheek a little embarrassedly.

"Yes, thanks to you for stabilizing his heart temporarily. If it had been another second or two, his heart would have almost completely died. But now it seems that it was only a localized injury. Although the healing is very slow, his spiritual core has been preserved."

"You did very well."

Nightingale said, "But the problem now is that even if his heart heals, he still can't return to his original state. What I want to ask you is... what exactly did he go through?"

Caster thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "It seems that he was shot through the heart by an enemy Servant. It is said that the gun was cursed, so even healing magic cannot restore his heart."

""

"【Curse】? That's outside my area of ​​expertise; it requires someone with a deep understanding of the mystical."

Nightingale sighed.

"Ah...it's a pity I don't know how to break the spell. It's not that I don't want to learn, it's just that Master Merlin never taught me."

"Cast said dejectedly."

The healing magic was actually something I secretly learned from Miss Medea on the beach.

It has absolutely nothing to do with Merlin.

“It’s okay, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. You just need to do what you want to do when it’s time to do it,” Nightingale said.

"But what if... what if there was someone, a very ordinary girl, who had to become a terminally ill, world-class nurse?"

Castor lowered his head: "What should she do... There's absolutely no hope..."

“Constantly talking about hope is itself a form of suffering.”

Florence Nightingale said, "Whether it is man or the world, if they are sick, they need to be healed."

She looked up at Artoria Caster and offered her treatment plan: "Even if it means killing that [world], you must also heal it. Just have that kind of resolve."

Artoria Caster seemed to suddenly understand something.

Ok.

Makes sense.

That makes a lot of sense.

“Miss Nightingale, I understand! I get it!” Caster nodded happily.

“Very good, you are a good child. Since you say your healing magic is not up to par, then I will teach you healing magic.”

"Huh? Really!" Caster's eyes gleamed.

"Hmm, let's pick up the needle and thread first and start learning how to sew."

“Needle and thread...?!” Caster was stunned.

"Yes, needle and thread."

Artoria blinked.

No... what is this?!

Is this a healing magic trick or a surgical procedure...?

Well, as a berserker, Nightingale doesn't believe in magic.

Secondly, the "Hand-to-Hand Magic" is a healing magic trick.

—After all, it's all about treating illness.

Chapter 153 Transformation... Back to Human?! Orange-haired Ritsuka makes a limited-time return!

“Aige, I have found Miss Nightingale.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke to Sajou Aika over the communicator.

"What's next?"

"okay."

Sajou Aika nodded: "Then let me tell you about the current situation."

"First, the entire western part of North America has been basically occupied by Celtic soldiers, led by Queen Maeve and the Mad King Cú Chulainn."

"Queen Maeve is an unprecedented pervert. Be careful not to get targeted by her, Ritsuka."

Sajo Aika's melodious voice rang out.

"His servants include Fergus, a swordsman with immense strength who wields the Rainbow Sword and is said to be able to flatten three mountains in one go. He himself is a perverted old man, so Ritsuka should be careful."

"And there's Finn McCool and Diarmuid Ua Ua Duibhne, both heroes of the Fiona Knights. And Ritsuka, you need to be careful too, he's a pervert as well."

"They are monsters even more monstrous than me, so Ritsuka must not be careless when she encounters them. Go all out from the start! Even if it's a sneak attack, kill them!"

Ah...this.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind is now filled with the word "pervert".

"It seems like none of the other people are normal."

"There is indeed an Arjuna, but he joined because the American side had Karna, and he chose to join the Celts in order to settle the score with him one-on-one. Arjuna is a mythical hero in the Indian epic Mahabharata, who distinguished himself in the Kurukshetra War and defeated the hero Karna."

Alright, now Fujimaru Ritsuka has a pretty good understanding of the Celtic side's fighting strength.

It has to be Ayaka Sajou.

He knows these things, and he never tells people riddles.

"What about the American side? They don't seem to have any allies..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka twirled a green leaf between her fingers.

The leaves rustled in the bright moonlight, their sound blending with the girl's breath and the inky darkness of the night.

"The American side included Thomas Edison, who had gained the support of successive US presidents, and the mystic Mrs. Blavatsky. It now seems that this advanced mechanical equipment in the United States is their creation."

Great, both parties have had accounts opened.

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly felt that the situation was much clearer.

"As expected of Aika, she's really reliable."

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a thumbs-up and exclaimed in sincere admiration.

"No... as long as it can help Ritsuka..."

The girl exuded a breath as fresh as melting snow in spring, her cheeks flushed like cherry blossoms in full bloom.

"I was worried about Ritsuka getting hurt. How are you? Does the wound Cu Chulainn inflicted on you still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's all better now. Aigo, don't worry."

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at her arm and saw that only her formal attire had been torn, and her skin had almost fully healed.

“Next time I meet those guys, I definitely won’t lose to them again.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fist.

However, it seems that Sajou Aika intentionally or unintentionally concealed the existence of a third force in North America, as well as Sita, whom Rama had been searching for.

Because it's too much trouble...and it's not very useful.

Even if Ritsuka knew, she would still take care of them, right?

Sajou Aika didn't want to see that kind of situation, and as for whether Rama and Sita would meet or not, she didn't care.

It was already late at night when the call ended.

The information explanation about Sajou Aika lasted for more than ten minutes.

He talked for hours on and on about his love, until Fujimaru Ritsuka was almost sleepy.

"It's already this late~~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up and saw that the bright moonlight had already occupied the center of the sky.

She slowly sat down, her nerves relaxing.

At this moment, she was aware of every movement around her, and the subtle flow of the air.

A cool sensation flowed into my heart.

The chirping of insects could be heard from time to time, like a symphony in the forest.

Fujimaru Ritsuka closed her eyes, quietly leaning against the towering giant tree, feeling the only trace of peace in her heart.

"—Vampire...Vampire...No, don't kill me!"