Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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As for those with shields...

She resembles a pure white, delicate princess.

Hans Christian Andersen observed the crowd with his "human observation" lens.

I probably already have a general idea of ​​what these people are like.

It's a strange combination. To put it simply, it's like a combination that's been haphazardly pieced together and barely managed to be put together by the artificial life form behind us.

"Who's in charge here?"

"I."

Fujimaru Ritsuka came out.

"I think so too. You're a vampire, aren't you? Half-human, half-vampire creatures are indeed quite rare. But that's precisely why you're able to control that blood-sucking urge that's deadly to vampires."

"Oh?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was somewhat surprised: "You noticed?"

"I possess the skill of observing humans." The blue-haired boy closed his book, stood up, and tightened the bow tie at his collar, looking like a schoolboy from the dead.

"Skilled in support and strategy, able to enhance others by writing some mediocre and terrible works."

It's no exaggeration to say that if we have enough intelligence, and with the cooperation of strong warriors, I can resolve this incident quickly.

"You're just spouting nonsense." Mordred curled his lip in disdain.

This weakling was killed in two slashes, and he still claims he can quickly resolve this incident?

Stop joking. Does this bastard think he can finish this singularity in just a few tens of thousands of words?

Mordred refused.

He actually wanted to spend more time with his father, no... more time with this white-clad father.

The blue-clad father was an ideal king.

But that figure was so lonely and so perfect that it was impossible to approach or understand.

Rather than a king, he was simply a machine for ruling the country.

Whether it's a tall tale or not is not important. If you want, you can go to the children's literature section and read more stories about ideals, romance, and tragedy.

Hans Christian Andersen looked at Mordred with a mocking gaze.

This kid is such a fool. He's still at the age where he craves his parents' approval.

This is his assessment of Mordred.

"Oh, by the way, there's a series of books on parenting education over there. I think you can take a few back with you."

Mordred's expression changed.

A few words were enough to unsettle Mordred's heart, as if a terrifying volcano was erupting from the depths of his soul, ready to burst forth at any moment.

"You bastard! How dare you say such a thing... Who are you?!"

"Hans Christian Andersen." The blue-haired boy pushed up his glasses. "Hans Christian Andersen."

In the past, everyone called him Hans.

After he became famous, everyone called him Hans Christian Andersen.

"My job is that of a magician. If you want to understand me, read more of my books."

However, the situation is urgent now, so you should hurry up and kill that magic book upstairs.

I even wonder if I've written too many fairy tales and ended up living in a fairy tale world myself.

"Andersen? It's Andersen... one of the world's three great fairy tale writers! Senior, I've even read his books."

Mashu looked the blue-haired boy up and down: "But why are you appearing in the world as a boy?"

"I guess it's because I had a vivid imagination when I was a child. I'm a children's author, so writing style is secondary; the most important thing is my boundless imagination... Alright! That concludes the Q&A session. Now hurry up and destroy that magic book upstairs!"

Hans Christian Andersen was clearly getting impatient.

Although he was happy to meet his fans, the important issue now was the strange thing upstairs. If he didn't get rid of it, Andersen would be unable to eat or sleep properly.

Mordred: "You think you're so great, able to speed through this stupid singularity? Why don't you go by yourself!"

"Are you stupid?"

"Huh? I'm not an idiot, you're the idiot..."

""

“That’s true.” Andersen rubbed his forehead. “I was indeed an idiot arguing with you.”

This time, Hans Christian Andersen finally understood what it meant to argue with an idiot. An idiot would drag you down to his level and then defeat you with his rich experience as an idiot.

"what do you mean!"

"Alright, alright... don't be angry, Lord Mordred," Lily tugged at Mordred and gently coaxed her.

"Hmph~ If it weren't for my father's sake..."

"Let's not fight. I think... we should all get along peacefully so that we can successfully repair the singularity, right?"

"Yes! Father is the best!"

Mordred was like a cat whose fur had been stroked, suddenly becoming very docile and obedient.

"Senior, I will go into battle this time! I hope you can provide support for me."

Mashu, shield in hand, stormed into the second floor of the bookstore.

"Hey! I'm only in charge of providing support; don't leave the actual fighting to me."

Hans Christian Andersen said, "I'm a writer-type servant, and I'm terribly weak in combat! Seriously! I didn't expect that the rescue personnel would also have to participate."

“Then let’s write a few more pages.” Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Andersen with a malicious grin.

"Being locked in a dark room to write, even moving is a luxury, that's the fate of authors! You don't want to get death threats from readers, do you, Andersen! So please hurry up and write a book to strengthen Mashu, make her super powerful!"

"—! Are you a monster? Making such a weak boy like me do this inhumane work? Don't you have any humanity, you capitalist! Hiring child laborers, you monsters who eat people alive!"

Hans Christian Andersen struggled and protested in Fujimaru Ritsuka's grasp.

He angrily stated that child labor should not be used.

Unfortunately, there are no laws protecting children in this era, and even if there were, they wouldn't protect Servants.

"That's wrong. I'm not hiring you unless I pay you. Besides, you don't want to be killed by the magic book, do you, Mr. Andersen?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed him by the collar and headed upstairs.

"After this, we still need to track down the whereabouts of the enemy Servants, so you brat, you'd better obediently assign yourself to work for me."

Because she is a Servant, Fujimaru Ritsuka's conscience doesn't hurt.

Since you can't feel pain if you don't have something, right?

The second floor of the bookstore appeared dilapidated.

The bookshelves were filled with tattered books, row upon row, and there wasn't even a decent chair.

"It feels a bit surprisingly ordinary." Fujimaru Ritsuka was immediately disappointed.

"After all, it can't compare to a modern library, senior. I mostly use electronic devices to read books now."

After all, how many bytes can a book store?

If a hard drive is the size of a book, it can store an unimaginable number of books, even an entire library.

"Stop complaining, the magic book is here."

Hans Christian Andersen's expression changed, and he swung his pen faster.

When it came to his own life, Andersen became very serious this time.

The afterimage of his hand.

"Human potential is unleashed in desperate situations. Captain Drake was absolutely right!"

Even authors who struggle with writer's block will desperately try to finish their manuscripts when faced with a deadline that feels like a matter of life and death!

hateful!

Hans Christian Andersen felt that this Master was far too cruel!

Hans Christian Andersen, who was originally forced to write, had no choice but to bite the bullet and start writing filler articles.

"Give me some ideas, Master! Let me write a classic hero-defeates-the-enemy story... Damn, I've been writing too many tragedies lately and I'm always thinking about writing a bad ending..."

Hans Christian Andersen sighed.

"Hello~~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes turned gold.

Looking at Andersen, he exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if he were a ferocious beast from that era of rescue.

"If you dare to write a bad ending for Mashu, I'll give you a bad ending, okay?"

"Ah... okay." Andersen swallowed and nodded.

"Mash is like a female protagonist, so it must have a happy ending."

"Then I'd appreciate it if you could provide me with some materials and inspiration." Andersen's voice was somewhat bitter, and he no longer had that arrogant air about how many slices of bread he had eaten.

"Okay... let me think. Mashu is smart, strong, and very cute."

As Fujimaru Ritsuka recalled, "He has always protected everyone, and he is a unique shield bearer. He is also very strong in attack, even able to fight the great hero Hector... His attack power is getting stronger and stronger, and he has even mastered a principle called 'Guardian'!"

The girl is blushing.

"Mashu is also very hardworking! And very smart!"

The girl blushed even more!

"She's skilled at making desserts, can sing and dance, and is incredibly beautiful—so she must be the kind of super Servant who can charm enemies, has high attack power, high defense, always hits, and possesses buff removal and armor-piercing attacks!"

Ah, this.

Hans Christian Andersen was suddenly drenched in sweat.

However, upon seeing the demonic book gradually encroaching upon him, he once again displayed an extraordinary fighting spirit that pushed him to the limit of life and death!

Don't underestimate an author who's nearing the end of their life!

"My junior~~ Mashu~~ My lovely junior~~"

"May the Star's Blessing protect Mash forever!"

"So she can also use a light cannon!"

As Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke, Andersen wrote!

Suddenly, a powerful force surged from Mash's body.

But at the same time...

"Waaaaah... So embarrassing!"

Mashu's face turned bright red, and she was immediately dizzy.

Chapter 116 Taking Away Nursery Rhymes

"Mash—!"

"Sorry, senpai, I was just too shy for a moment... Mashu, I'll recover now and get ready for battle!"

"It's okay, Mashu, do your best."

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a thumbs up: "I believe in you!"

What an enviable relationship!

A girl in a light blonde dress looked down at the second floor through the ceiling.

She pursed her lips, tapped her pointed chin with her little index finger, and lost the bright luster in her eyes, which were like lake water.

However, that Servant is quite powerful.

Writing a book can achieve results that are almost equivalent to changing reality.

Is this one of the world's greatest children's literature authors?