Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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As a building structure, Chaldea naturally possesses an unprecedentedly terrifying mass; if it were used directly for physical impact—

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!!!"

Andusias, the Demon Pillar roared with fervor, its distorted melody spreading throughout the snowy land: "This level of change only alters the local environment. Do you think it can end the Demon God's mission of burning humanity?! Don't be ridiculous!"

As the beloved son of the gods, Amadeus has now become an incongruous entity.

This is probably the saddest thing in the world.

The fragment of a demon residing within Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the awakened [Andusias].

And the true power of Andusias, the demon god who is part of the Human Incineration Ceremony and can draw out the power of Human Incineration.

It is the incineration type [Andusias].

Scorching flames erupted, a destructive inferno powerful enough to cover the entire [domain], burning every corner.

Even Servants cannot escape unscathed from such flames.

A look of fear and relief crossed Elizabeth's face, and her black, demonic wings fluttered restlessly.

"Well--!"

Atalanta managed to steady herself and shielded the rescued child behind her.

"This magic...this demonic magic is incredible!!!"

She was astonished by the terrifying power of the Demon Pillar. Recalling that this guy was once a weak magician whom she had easily defeated, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine... The scorching aura exhaled light, making it impossible for anyone to feel any desire to fight back.

"I will not allow this guy to run rampant in my territory."

The space around Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to distort.

The white dazzling light spun, drawing gravity to the mass of the demon god's surging flames, the energy known in the magic world as the Great Source (Mana). Fujimaru Ritsuka's essential nature as a human remained unchanged; unlike the princess, she represented an affirmation of the human species.

The biting air would transform into sharp blades to tear apart the Demon Pillar's flesh, and the hard ice would impede the Demon Pillar's massive body—and the Chaldea phantom would advance step by step toward the Demon Pillar as the girl withstood the flames and lasers.

"Little deer~~"

For some reason, Little Dragon Girl felt a sense of unease.

"Don't worry. I'll be able to put all of this behind me soon."

Her heart pounded with the urge to fly away, but even at the pace of a cavalryman, she still felt it wasn't fast enough.

Marie Antoinette felt a sudden surge of tension.

She sensed an ominous magical force surging within her, as if some unspeakable and eerie event was occurring from somewhere deep within the forest.

Faster, faster!

With the horses urged on to run, it wouldn't be difficult for Mary to arrive in a short time, given her speed.

Some of the group stayed behind in Vokulel for the time being. On one hand, they had to deal with the wyverns that attacked unpredictably like headless flies because they were leaderless. On the other hand, they also had to keep a close eye on Jeanne Alter to prevent her from causing trouble.

At least—Joan of Arc and her mother Isabella believed that regardless of whether Black Joan of Arc was put on trial, she should not be ignored, especially since the real mastermind had not been dealt with and this singularity could not be resolved.

If we had to pinpoint the major historical deviations in France, it would be the two key turning points of Gilles de Rais and Jeanne d'Arc Alter. If these two key turning points were not handled properly, it would prevent human history from progressing in the right direction.

Of course, Marie Antoinette, as the Queen of Cakes, was a lovely young girl who didn't understand such complicated matters.

She just sensed it.

My childhood friend is in danger.

It didn't come from the outside, but from within, something deep within that couldn't be explained, spoken, or even resisted—it wasn't a gift from the god of music, but a curse from the demon of music. Perhaps, the reason for his untimely death was also related to the demon pillar, but these are things that people don't know.

That was an encounter when we were young.

Although brief, it was a pretty good encounter.

At least for Marie, who was still a child, regardless of Amadeus's character, his dedication to music was truly moving.

Is Mozart a musical genius because of the blessing of the god of music?!

No, it was Amadeus's dedication, love for music, and talent that led him to be considered to have received the blessing of the god of music!

Queen Mary traversed the frozen, snow-covered forest, the biting wind whipping her cheeks. Her horse galloped through the swirling snowflakes and trees, its hooves whistling past her ears. She looked up and saw the faint silhouette of a massive, towering building looming in and out of sight.

Like a mirage.

But this is not an illusion.

Rather, it is the environment that is changing little by little.

"What exactly is going on in this snowy region?"

"I've never heard of such a snowy region in France..."

The shimmering light of the ice field made the ground reflect its brilliance like a smooth mirror, highlighting the girl's lovely and beautiful face, as lovely as a lily.

"That's right, Master, you also have..."

Mary's blue pupils trembled.

"Amadeus—"

"In the end, you are still... in the end..."

The young queen's heart was not filled with pity and sorrow, but with the only anger that had ever filled her kind and loving spirit foundation in her life. She could no longer know whether it was anger towards herself or towards Amadeus, but she understood that Amadeus was no longer the person she knew.

"The demonic energy of the Music Demon is eroding his spiritual foundation? No... it's beyond erosion; he has completely transformed into a demon..."

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm so sorry. But he probably can't accept himself like this either..."

but--

I want to save him!

Queen Mary's eyes revealed a hint of determination.

Ignoring the danger, Queen Mary rode her pure white horse, its hooves shimmering with crystals, accelerating forward across the vast snowfield!

The frost flowers on the ice field suddenly began to tremble in rhythm with her heartbeat.

She didn't know what the snowfield here really meant; she just didn't want the sorrow and despair of her companions killing each other to pierce her shallow heart with the ice spikes kicked up by her mounts on the icy plains.

"Amadeus!"

Queen Mary's call was caught in the scorching heat of flames and cold winds. Looking up, the smooth building looked like a twisted magic block emitting a white dazzling light. As a spirit, Queen Mary would undoubtedly be completely distorted by the two forces of the Demon Pillar and the manifestation of illusion.

"That stupid queen, little deer...that idiot! What is she trying to do? Is she trying to kill herself?"

Keep in mind, that's no ordinary demon god, but a demon god who is also a music demon. Wouldn't it be suicide for an ordinary servant to go up against it? Queen Marie Antoinette is not a servant specializing in combat!

""

"Little deer?"

"The 'realization of fantasy' can hold out for a while longer; let's see what Miss Mary can do."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's face was pale. She bit her lip tightly, letting the blood flow into her dry throat.

"But--"

"No buts, I can still manage."

"No, no, no! That's not what I meant at all~~"

Elizabeth shook her head and said in a slightly sad voice, "I know Little Deer is wonderful, but... but... as his idol, I can understand that gentleman's voice. I heard... his chaotic voice was crying!"

"That man must be craving death. He... can't take the chaotic voices in his head anymore!"

"this..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's raised hand stiffened slightly.

“That’s not real music. Real music shouldn’t be a curse, but a resonance of human emotions.”

But can Mozart, whose spiritual foundation has been corrupted by the demon god, really recover?

No, this is a war between humans and demons.

In that mournful voice, what can be heard are two concepts severed from each other.

One is a monster corrupted by a demon god.

One is a genius composer who chases the stars on the piano keys.

Fujimaru Ritsuka used the concept of figurative imagination to suppress the demon god's flames.

However, unless the medium through which the sound was conducted was eliminated, Queen Mary would still be subjected to the metallic, grating sound that conveyed chilling words.

"Mary, you...you're still so nosy...hehehe..."

The horse's forelegs kicked up ice crystals, and Mary's singed hair swung wildly in the firelight.

"Human hope is nothing but a false melody; the stirring of burning is the truth!"

The eyes on the Demon God Pillar trembled, the flames transformed into a pulsating melody, and the Demon God Factor altered the essence of the music—its purpose being to deny human wisdom.

"certainly not!"

Blood seeped from the magnificent queen's ear: "Humanity is not a false melody. I will refute your fallacies. Human music can transcend pain. I have always believed this and that's how I've come this far... I'm sorry, Master—I want to stop him! Can you lend me some power?"

"Oh, of course!"

Of course, there's no need to deny it.

Fujimaru Ritsuka laid out a plain path in front of Queen Mary.

"Give an order with a command spell..."

"Go and prove it, Miss Mary!"

"Human will prevails over—the demons!"

Without hesitation, only one Command Seal remained in his hand.

In fact, in the state of imagined reality, one's own allies can already receive tremendous support.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble... I will do my best to solve Amadeus's problem—I must protect France!"

“ViveLaFrance!” The girl’s blue eyes narrowed, flashing with blue light, revealing boundless determination.

However... if we want to awaken Mozart's consciousness...

Defeating the Demon Pillar alone is definitely not enough.

It needs to be even more—even more—even more spiritually stimulating and resonant!

Perhaps, there should be a Servant who belongs to the same music department?

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at Elizabeth.

"What's wrong, little deer? Do you need help?" Elizabeth blinked her cute big eyes.

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed.

—This guy will probably only make things worse, right?

Chapter 40 Realization of Imagination: Summoning Heroic Spirits, Summon Salieri... Who are you?

"Great, communications restored! What happened—wait! What's that?"

—At that moment, Dr. Roman's communication came through.

Get up!

Rubbed his eyes.

It's confirmed to be Chaldea!

Dr. Roman wakes up to find a Chaldea suddenly appearing in the singularity.

He still looked menacing, as if he was about to ram someone.

This isn't right! Is this correct?! Is this a scene I can understand?

"Doctor, through analysis, it is indeed a disguised manifestation of [Imaginary Manifestation], although not complete—but it has been confirmed that it has manifested the outer shell of [Chaldea]!" Sylvia reported.

"Oh, it's [Imaginary Manifestation], then... pfft!!"

He spat out a mouthful of coffee!

Dr. Roman shook his head, then stared wide-eyed in disbelief and asked, "You mean, the manifestation of imagination?!"

"Yes, the stability isn't very high, but it's definitely not a [Realistic Marble]... Logically speaking, the power of creation from nothingness released by a True Ancestor possessing the power of spirits, in relation to the world, is undoubtedly [Imaginary Manifestation]."