Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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However, Miss Olga Marie seems more willing to tutor her seniors in magic than the director of Chaldea—that should be seen as a responsible act.

Look, as soon as I mentioned senior... here comes senior.

"Ah... Phew, has there been a new singularity, or has the third singularity already been observed?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka fastened the buttons of her dress and strode in to ask.

"No, it's a vicious, world-destroying criminal gang! Ritsuka-chan, I need your help!"

Finally, a reliable guy arrived, and Leonardo da Vinci's mood improved considerably.

"Eh, me? Saving the world, huh... I get it, then let's get going."

After saying that, he immediately began the spirit transfer.

"Wait a minute... this might not be..."

Da Vinci was slightly taken aback.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had already quickly prepared herself, changed her equipment, and was about to enter the enclosure.

"Senior is really... how should I put it, decisive and efficient," Mashu remarked.

Whenever saving the world is involved, the senior's enthusiasm will be exceptionally high, which means that the senior is a person who loves the world and loves life.

"Awoo... um... um... wait a minute."

A cold voice came out.

A girl in a black evening gown with pale gold hair appeared.

After finishing his hamburger, the black-clad knight king walked a few steps to the cabinet, coldly rested his elbow on the control panel, and said in an unquestionable tone: "This time, take me with you."

"Eh, Miss Artoria too...?"

"Hmm, I'm somewhat interested."

Clapping her greasy little hands, Artoria changed into heavy black armor and spoke expressionlessly.

"I have a feeling that we might run into a really worthwhile guy to kill this time," Blackie sneered.

"I'm going too~~ Fighting piracy is our duty, but let me make it clear beforehand that I'm definitely not doing it for the money."

"Now that our reliable combat strength has increased, let's all go! Hehe, this is my first time using spirit particle transfer."

Leonardo da Vinci chuckled.

He laughed like a pervert.

"Ugh--"

Dr. Roman shook his head helplessly and could only instruct Munir and Sylvia to prepare for the spirit transfer.

That's really perverted.

Leonardo da Vinci, that guy.

There is no large halo here.

It's really great. The beautiful sky, the beautiful water, the beautiful grass, and the beautiful girl... all blended together, it makes you feel refreshed and relaxed.

But speaking of which, this place looks quite familiar. Have you been here before?

"Hmm...it really is a nice place, but for criminals who want to destroy the world to be hiding in such a singularity, I can't help but laugh."

Artoria rarely smiled.

"Well... that's not necessarily true. It's precisely in ordinary places like this that trouble can happen! Alright, let's set off to find that fake bastard."

Da Vinci hummed a song, becoming excited.

Well, how should I put it? This sense of incongruity always gives me the urge to kill her, at least that's what Artoria thinks.

"May I kill her, Master?"

Hei Dai turned around and asked.

"Well...please don't, let's just find the mastermind this time. Okay, Artoria?"

"Hmm... I'll let it go for Master's sake. But... well, I'm hungry, let's find somewhere to eat."

Hei Dai said, "If you don't fill your stomach, you can't fight a war, right?"

Ah, no.

Didn't you just show off your hamburger before you left?

It seems Chaldea needs to hire a chef from outside, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought with a headache.

"Alright, let's go to the town first... and see if we can get some information or something."

"Yes, yes, let's go eat... to gather intelligence."

Artoria nodded repeatedly.

It's an ordinary little town, free from war and disaster. People live peacefully, without worrying about anyone coming.

"Hey, don't miss out! A top-quality ancient Roman laurel wreath, said to be the golden headdress once worn by Caesar himself... Ladies and gentlemen passing by, take a look! It's not 9999 silver coins, not 999 silver coins either, just 99 silver coins to take this precious antique home!"

A fat man in red was setting up a stall.

Fujimaru Ritsuka saw an acquaintance.

"Was this really led by Julius Caesar himself?"

She bent down and asked.

"Of course, the price is reasonable and fair... 99 silver coins really does bring home a famous antique. If it weren't for the fact that Caesar wore it, I would have swallowed it myself... Hmm?!"

“Hehe…” Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and waved, “We meet again, Your Majesty Caesar.”

"Ah...uh...this..."

What to say.

The obese man's expression suddenly changed, then he put on a gentle and kind smile.

"Isn't this the Master of Chaldea? The matter with Nero is resolved... Don't get me wrong, I'm just here to scam... to earn some pocket money."

Caesar was about to explain.

da Vinci:

Mash:

Blackie: ?!

Fujimaru Ritsuka waved her hand dismissively: "Grab him and take him away! Loot his stolen goods!"

Hei Dai nodded.

He raised the chocolate curry stick.

"There's only one truth! The unscrupulous merchant who manufactures counterfeit goods and sells them everywhere is none other than you, the greatest schemer in history!"

That’s right!

Even without reading the Star Inscription, Fujimaru Ritsuka could understand that Caesar was definitely the work of this guy!

Good heavens, I never expected him to commit fraud even after becoming a Heroic Spirit! The name of the Gallic War God is crying out in despair!

"Wait, wait! I protest! I protest! Arresting people without cause is absolutely unreasonable! I demand a review!"

Seeing the menacing crowd approaching, Caesar hurriedly packed up his stall.

"Is there even a question? You are suspected of manufacturing and selling counterfeit goods, which seriously threatens the life and death of humanity. You have the right to defend yourself, but I do not accept it! I am arresting you on behalf of the Chaldean Human Rights Protection Agency!"

It wasn't that Fujimaru Ritsuka was acting arbitrarily; the main problem was that Caesar possessed an EX-level persuasive skill, capable of convincing even the dead to come back to life. We absolutely couldn't let this guy open his mouth!

"I protest! These items are real, I've worn every single one of them, so there's no doubt I'm innocent!!!"

"Mr. Hohenheim, please assist me..."

Seeing that things were going badly, Caesar pointed to the white coat.

"I'm sorry—Mr. P is very busy, so I'll have to say goodbye. As for Lord Caesar, I never intended to sell counterfeit goods with you..."

The White-Clad Servant's name is Paracelsus von Hohenheim. Upon seeing Caesar's predicament, he decisively prepared to...

"You sit down too!!"

Leonardo da Vinci raised his cane with both hands and tapped the white-robed man's leg once.

"Leonardo, you!"

Paracelsus let out a wail and collapsed to the ground.

Leonardo da Vinci looked at Paracelsus with a cold smile. "You're not innocent either, Mr. Paracelsus. Was this your doing?"

"Ah...this..."

Paracelsus spread his hands.

"If I said I didn't do it, would you believe me?"

"Enough with the nonsense, hand over the fake, do you hear me! It seems you really want to take on this omnipotent man, is that it, Mr. Alchemist?"

Chapter 74 Counterfeit Servant, Beautiful Boy and Criminal Old Man!

"Hey, I know you don't trust us, but we're really innocent!"

Von Hohenheim Paracelsus protested, looking disheveled as the potion bottle he had fallen to the ground shattered with a crash, splashing water all over his white coat.

Leonardo da Vinci: "Even now you dare to argue...innocent? Where do you get the nerve to say you're innocent!"

"Of course I'm innocent! Besides, I would never use such low-level methods to sell the Mona Lisa. You can't make any money from this kind of distribution method for a fake of this quality."

Caesar hefted his large belly.

"If it were me, I would first try to monopolize Da Vinci's formal attire, and then sell the forgeries at 200% of the profit of the genuine articles."

"—As long as the price of Da Vinci gowns on the market keeps rising, people will keep buying them, and they will firmly believe that the counterfeits we have will continue to appreciate in value until customers realize that what we are selling is actually worthless fakes."

Caesar's lips curled slightly, revealing a cunning smile:

"We've already escaped to other singularities."

"Good idea...wait, no! You villains—but now that you mention it, you really aren't the masterminds?"

Leonardo asked.

"Of course not, I originally intended to scheme against Paracelsus... well, but I didn't expect to be caught red-handed right from the start." Caesar's face was clearly filled with resentment.

"What a coincidence, I also wish to pierce your back with my elemental sword."

Paracelsus said so.

I have this feeling that these two people suddenly went from being inseparable partners to being mortal enemies... This is the kind of scheming and backstabbing that adults do!

Caesar and Paracelsus both seem to be plotting against each other.

Seeing how hostile their relationship was, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt relieved.

"It seems that you two really weren't behind this, seniors. We misunderstood them."

Mashu nodded understandingly: "Sorry, because of your reputation, I subconsciously treated you as criminals."

"That last sentence is superfluous, beautiful ladies... If I were to commit a crime, you would have absolutely no way to catch me; and even if you did catch me, you wouldn't be able to convict me."

This is the confidence of a king of military strategy.

"However, out of consideration for Rome's assistance, I'll tell you... the workshop that makes counterfeits is in this town, and it's ruled by a terrible follower—if you're going there, please be well prepared."

"Servant!"

Upon hearing Caesar's words, Leonardo da Vinci fell into deep thought: "Who could it be? Michelangelo? Raphael... or Donatello? It must be one of them, right? To resort to such despicable means to slander me... Hmph..."

Well.

If something goes wrong, think about these people.

Fujimaru Ritsuka always felt that Leonardo da Vinci's interpersonal relationships were rather complicated.

"Okay! I understand, thank you all."

Fujimaru Ritsuka waved her hand, preparing to head to the counterfeit workshop.

The Counterfeit Workshop is a large magic venue, but it's more like an exhibition hall full of bizarre pirated goods than a magic venue—and what's even more infuriating is that...