Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Dragon's Bamboo is a famous social place among Japan's upper class.

The retro decoration, the boss's taste, and the chef's skills are all the most basic. What they value most is that the location is remote, private, and suitable for private conversations.

As long as your ears are not as easy to use as a child, you can enjoy the quiet and elegant scenery here, as if you are in the wind, flowers, snow and moon of ancient times, look at the bright moon in the distance, and raise a glass of clear sake to accompany the moon in the gentle gurgling water. cup.

The room where Fujimaru Ritsuka was located had been silent for a long time.

The Director of the Executive Department and the actual agent of the Japanese branch, Mr. Super Mixed Breed, holds his forehead with the palm of his hand, looking like a senior high school student who is troubled by migraine and lack of sleep.

He first looked at the time with empty eyes, his face was leisurely. "The time is 7:54, and you have been chatting with me for an hour." Yuan Zhisheng ran his fingers through his black hair and pressed his beating right eyebrow with his palm. His voice was hoarse and his face gradually turned gloomy.

"In this hour, you told me about the heroic servant magician, the root demon vampire, the secret organization that saves the world, and the cute junior who will climb into your bed at the twelve-quarter hour of Halloween wearing a dangerous and revealing cos costume. Finally, Even the nonsense that King Arthur is a girl came out, and now you tell me——"

He raised his eyes, sighed, and pointed forward.

"Are you a chuunibyou?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka clasped his hands together, leaning his elbows on the small wooden table, his eyes sharp and solid.

"What you said is absolutely true."

Lean back, Yuan Zhisheng's tactical lean back.

"Are you sick?!"*2

The person who said this was not Yuan Zhisheng. Fortunately, he kept his persona of a cold and cool boy, while the two followers behind him shouted out their inner voices in unison.

"That's wrong."

The beautiful girl with orange eyes raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows, shaking her head in denial.

"I was originally a third-year student in middle school, less than a year after being in the second grade, so this makes sense, right?"

This statement cannot be refuted.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the thick white document on the corner of the table and was speechless.

He was a little speechless. Originally, this matter wouldn't take long today, so before setting off, he made an appointment with his sister for game time in the evening.

For this reason, he conceived many possibilities. For example, the other party was actually easy to deal with. She was a lonely mixed-race that could be seen everywhere and had never seen the world. He would use his words and expressions to influence her, and he would be done in half an hour.

Or the other party is a very hidden and highly aggressive mixed-breed. He gets violent and hurts people as soon as he comes to the banquet. He will make a judgment based on the other party's mental level and break a few ribs and calf bones of the other party as needed. In ten minutes Done.

But he never expected that the girl in front of him would be so difficult to deal with. Her mental state was between the critical point between normal and insane. She jumped repeatedly and went from afternoon to night!

(Speaking of which, it is also mentioned in the investigation report that people around Fujimaru Ritsuka often describe him as although he is very stable and reliable deep down, but he tends to jump off the line, go off-line, and get into trouble in daily life.)

Life is not easy.

Yuan Zhisheng felt like smoking.

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka was sitting on the opposite side. Under her seemingly calm face, her heart had already been stirred up by these few hours of conversations.

——The guy in front of me named Yuan Zhisheng is not a Chaldean employee at all, he doesn’t even know Chaldea at all, and he’s not even a magician at all!

Fujimaru Ritsuka was shocked at first, and then reviewed all the information again.

If the other party is not Chaldea, then why are they looking for me?

What other talents does I, Ritsuka Fujimaru, have besides testing the adaptability of spirit children to time travel? Humanoid catnip doesn’t work!

Can this be detected by donating blood? !

Fujimaru Ritsuka tightened her face, indicating that she did not understand, but she was greatly shocked.

Well, seriously speaking, Fujimaru Ritsuka has actually come to his senses.

Although her analysis was wrong at first due to factors such as conflicting intelligence, subconscious judgments, and excessive emotions, but after she calmed down, she temporarily realized——

What is hidden in the mysterious side of this world is not a magician, but something else.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had predicted that he was not reborn, but was sent to some strange parallel world line.

But is such a large-scale world line change really possible?

Won't it be considered a singularity and excluded?

Fujimaru often failed in theoretical knowledge in his previous life. Ritsuka expressed his incomprehension.

(From what the other party said, his blood has some abnormal components. It is the same kind as him. It has superior qualifications. This kind of creature has a certain degree of organization and concealment.)

Hmm. There is too little information. Let’s listen to what the other party has to say.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at the girl who seemed to have finally settled down, and tried to calm down her mood before speaking.

"Although it is far from the planned plan, we can start discussing the business now."

"Oh hiss~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka playfully saluted with her hands to show her approval.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his hand to signal to the two people behind him, and Crow and Yasha understood the situation and left the place to go behind the screen.

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Ignoring Fujimaru Ritsuka's doubts, Minamoto continued to advance the topic.

"Ignoring the part of the second grade speech, you should at least understand the fact that "you are different from ordinary people" and "we are the same kind", right?"

"certainly."

"So knowing those two things, what should you ask?"

The girl dug her thumbs into her cheeks, thought carefully, and answered with a hint of suspicion at the end of her sentence.

“What exactly are we and what are we going to do?”

".The answer is correct. It seems that at least you are an excellent mixed-race."

Eyelids trembling slightly, Fujimaru Ritsuka repeated.

"Mongrel?"

Is it the name of some special group? Similar to "Magician", it seems to be related to natural blood.

"Well, this is the answer to your first question. You will have the opportunity to know the specific details in the future. The second question is what we are going to do, right-"

Yuan Zhisheng didn't intend to tell the truth, but he didn't continue talking either, but pointed behind him.

The screen was pushed open, Crow and Yasha moved a huge painting out of it, and Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes moved accordingly. When a corner of the canvas on the giant oil painting was violently shaken open, she saw——

It was like the eve of doomsday, or the prelude to the destruction of the world, with only despair scattered all over the ground.

On the picture, the sky was iron blue mixed with the color of flames. A single giant tree stood, and its dead branches extended in all directions, forming a dense network to support the cracked sky. The wasteland is covered with dead bones, and a black giant beast is rising from the depths of the pile of bones. Its wings are covered with skeletons. After opening its huge membrane wings, it looks up to the sky and projects black flames.

The ferocious blood, the cold cyan, the deep black that seems to pull people into it forcefully, the whole painting is filled with elements that make people feel frightened. A shrill roar echoed in his head, and Fujimaru Ritsuka actually felt that he could hear the roar of the giant beast while holding this painting.

She raised an eyebrow.

"dragon?"

"Yes, Dragon, that sounds ridiculous, right?"

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the painting, his face remained calm for a few seconds, and then he looked at the girl.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded with a serious expression.

In fact, she wanted to say - that's not the case. I've actually seen something similar, but not so fierce.

But that would definitely continue to be regarded as crazy, so she decided to shut up.

She looked at the dragon in the painting. It was dripping with blood, but it was still roaring towards the sky. The black flames bursting out from the depth of its throat seemed to burn the sky and fall to the earth.

(It seems that fantasy species also exist. Is this a singularity after all?)

Fujimaru Ritsuka made the most reasonable guess based on the current intelligence.

"Dragon King Nidhogg, according to the Old Edda in Norse mythology, at Ragnarok, he will bite off the roots of Yggdrasil, the World Tree. On that day, the world will be destroyed."

Before Yuan Zhisheng's introduction had stopped, he seemed to see from the girl's eyes that she had understood something, and there was a hint of coldness mixed with blood in his tone.

"So, our goal is very clear, isn't it? It has not changed since ancient times, that is -"

"Slay the dragon!"