Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Nothing wrong.

This is the doctor formed by the memory of the girl, a stupid doctor who always unconditionally believes in his incompetence.

Really, if the flaw was exposed at this time, then this nightmare would be easier to solve.

Those were extremely simple words, but they hurt the girl's heart so much. There was no emotion on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face, but there were still a few flashes of light in her eyes.

".Thank you, doctor."

She took a deep breath to try to calm down, and immediately began to think about how to solve this nightmare.

The doctor looked at the girl's appearance, smiled sheepishly as if he had guessed something, and then said.

"However, even though I say that, I don't deny the possibility that this is your delusion, Ritsuka. If you say that this is a world built by your memories, then I have a way to confirm this."

The doctor's tone was gentle and mellow, but for some reason, there was an inexplicable trembling ending when he said this.

"method?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little surprised.

"No way," she hesitated, almost turning her head and staring at the doctor. "Did I subconsciously imagine doctors to be such smart people? How should I put it, I was a little shocked."

"Fujimaru, you have been very rude from just now!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned. She suddenly remembered that the doctor originally called her Fujimaru-kun, but changed it to Fujimaru at her request. It's okay to speak respectfully, but this man just doesn't like being called too intimate.

Isn't it because he is trying to maintain his dignity as the person with the highest official position present?

No way?

But Fujimaru Ritsuka had a second thought.

Everything in this world is made up of his own memories. The way Roman came up with to solve this nightmare was essentially what Ritsuka came up with. It was just a blind spot that she could only discover from Roman's perspective.

That is -

"Fujimaru, do you remember that Chaldea regularly conducts physical examinations on the heroic spirits every week?" The doctor put his hands in front of him and said seriously.

"Um."

Ritsuka naturally remembers this matter. For the heroic spirits existing in Chaldea, his existence is like opening a private server in the Heroic Spirit Seat. In a sense, it is normal for human beings. What cannot be done or allowed is an emergency measure in an emergency.

Naturally, in order to ensure stability, the stability of the spiritual base, the Noble Phantasm, the inherent skills, and the mental health of the heroic spirit itself all need to be observed.

Could it be that.

"That's it. Today is the inspection day for the heroic spirit. I just urged you because it will be my turn to confirm the data soon. If we follow the normal process, the heroic spirit should be ready in the inspection room."

"But if what you said is correct, then you don't know the "setting" in this dream, and the vague setting created in the subconscious will conflict with your surface memory. The conclusion is - "

As the doctor spoke, he suddenly lifted off Ritsuka's overly long sheet covering the bottom of the bed.

"ah."

"ah"

"Allah."

I saw three pretty women lying under the dark bed.

The soft faces of the three people were hidden in the shadows, with clear edges and corners. They all tilted their heads slightly at the same time and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with stiff eyes.

The expressions on the faces were varied and indescribable.

The girl looked at the three heroic spirits exposed in front of her, feeling a little nostalgic and dumbfounded.

Qingji, quiet, source Laiguang.

"I see, in my subconscious I always thought they would be in my room. How should I put it, I'm so self-centered." Fujimaru Ritsuka said this, but there was no shame on his face.

because

"Please don't get me wrong."

Qingji, who was under the bed board, spoke first. The Japanese-style girl with long light blue hair moved her body, crawled out half of her head from under the bed board, and said seriously.

"Master, you know me well. I, Qingji, never hide anything when I do things. If I want to get under the covers if I want to, today is just a coincidence, an accident, or an accident."

"Oh~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his eyebrows and looked at Jing Ming who also crawled out and revealed his head. The girl has a skin color that is almost the opposite of Kiyohime's. Among the exotic dark colors, the most conspicuous thing is the sweet purple pupils that seem to trust her without reservation.

The assassin heroic spirit named Serenity also looked at Ritsuka quietly, with a labrador-like emotion in his eyes.

"Master, you know me. I am just an assassin. The bottom of the bed is a blind spot for intruders. I can protect you better here."

"That's the truth."

Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't comment, nodded to express understanding, and then looked at Minamoto Yorimitsu.

The heroic spirit named Minamoto no Yorimitsu has purple hair and purple eyes. He looks to be around 27 or 28 years old, but he is wearing a dark black sailor suit. The clothes are pushed up because of the too tall front armor, which exposes his fair navel. outer.

It was obviously a floor-length skirt standard for the school, but it was completely cut open from one side, and her two slender and tight thighs were completely visible. Lying under the bed, many parts that should not be seen are exposed due to the small space and posture problems.

She spoke in a soft voice with a delicate look unique to women on her face.

"Master~ you know me. I am Chaldea's disciplinary committee member. How could I take the lead in doing these dirty things? I came in because I saw someone plotting something evil, so I came in to warn you two in order to balance the disciplinary rules."

"It's clear at a glance." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded solemnly, thinking to herself.

You know that you are lying on the innermost position of the bed, right?

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka saw through it in her heart, she still had that cheerful smile on her face. She nodded to the three of them to express her understanding. Her movements were skillful and smooth, and she was obviously used to it.

The three of them were nicknamed the Night Raid Trio by other Heroic Spirits in Chaldea, and they were considered frequent visitors to this room. In a sense, perhaps Fujimaru himself didn't understand his room like these three.

"The heroic spirits that should not be here will appear because of your memory - because in your subconscious, these three people may always be hiding in a corner of this room at all times."

The doctor had finished speaking with a rather speechless expression, and then slowly pulled back the sheets and concluded.

"No, you should let them come out." Li Xiang pointed at the bottom of his bed and remonstrated.

However, following the proposal given by the doctor, Fujimaru Ritsuka determined that this was a world constructed by "his own memory".

This is a nightmare, but it is also a dream that cannot be escaped, because the fact of leaving here is a heartbreaking pain for those who are trapped in the dream.

But she had to go.

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't need even a minute or even a moment from entering this dream to deciding to leave it.

This is the place she misses, admires and loves the most. Although Fujimaru Ritsuka doesn't like running to save humanity, everyone in Chaldea has established a bond with her that goes beyond family. This is what she thinks about day and night. A home that I want to return to.

That's why she left.

If I stay here for that kind of lazy dream, if these are all dolls built from my own memories——

They will definitely be angry, angry that they have turned into such a disgraceful appearance after going out for a little while.

"Sorry, everyone, now that I have determined that this is my dream, I have to leave."

Decision is a girl's advantage. Although she smiled reluctantly, she still expressed her thoughts without any hesitation. Roman nodded softly and acknowledged Fujimaru Ritsuka. As mentioned before, he trusted Ritsuka unconditionally.

This is how they've always come.

The noise of the night attack trio could be heard from under the bed, and the sheets were flying up and down, as if the people inside were fighting for the right to be the first to come out.

However, the winner was soon determined. Minamoto no Yorimitsu held down a person's head with one hand and poked his head out. The altitude increased due to the huge mountain standing on his chest, and his head placed on the bed made a loud noise. But she asked quickly as if nothing happened.

"Master, please wait a moment, where are we in your world? Didn't I protect you well?!" Minamoto no Yorimitsu asked hurriedly, but Ritsuka froze for a moment when he heard the question. But he soon regained his natural voice and spoke.

"The situation is special. The heroic spirits of the time and space where I am are no longer around." Ritsuka explained simply, and everyone present except her showed extremely surprised expressions.

"how come--"

"Ah~ This is a bit troublesome to explain. Sorry, time is really urgent now."

But Ritsuka herself did not intend to delve into this topic with "her own memory". In the current situation, she had to race against time. According to her guess, this word spirit might first awaken the most important part of the memory of the caster, because Painful memories are always accompanied by good ones. The two complement each other and cannot be established without each other's foil.

For Ritsuka, Chaldea's journey to save the world was painful, exhausting, and even unbearable, but it was undoubtedly the most important and most inseparable time in her life.

If these warm daily life are her beauty, then she may not have touched the depth of this spiritual spirit.

"I'm leaving, doctor"

Ritsuka stood up. She endured the throbbing in her heart and opened the door. She turned her back to the Night Raid trio and the doctor. Her tone was as lively and enthusiastic as ever, burying the deep hoarseness.

"Remember to eat strawberry cake~~"

"Um."

The doctor nodded with a smile and said the last words.

"Bon Voyage."

The girl's body paused imperceptibly, and Ritsuka hummed softly to indicate that she heard it, and then slowly.

The door is closed.

ps: This doesn’t count as hair cutting, right? I am the kind of writer who cannot write about knives because my heart is too soft.

The matter of the Count and others will be discussed in the next chapter, which can also be regarded as a hint of the background story of this article.