"Hi—I didn't expect this little guy, who previously only Mash and Fujimaru could see, to have such an incredible background." Da Vinci held Fou up high and then placed him against her chest, stroking Fou's little head. "Beast IV."
Daniel had already spoken of Fou's contribution to Mash, including Fou's true identity.
Anyway, Fou didn't jump out to stop him or show any abnormality when he said it, so he probably didn't have to worry about suddenly closing his eyes and never being able to open them again.
"Do you like Mash that much?" Sanzang stared straight at Fou without even blinking.
"Well, it's no wonder. Even if I've only spent a short time with her, I've come to like this strong yet fragile little girl," Sanzang murmured, looking at Mash with a soft gaze.
"But, Romani, Daniel, does that Goetia really have no other weaknesses?" Da Vinci's expression immediately turned bitter.
"As far as things stand, there is no other way besides sacrificing Romani," Daniel shrugged and replied. "If Kirschtaria Wodime of Team A were still awake, maybe he would have a way."
"After all, he's the genius who, in a future Lostbelt, turns the entire galaxy into his own magic circuit."
"Wait! Why did another particularly concerning term suddenly pop up!" Romani roared, holding his head.
"What is a Lostbelt?" Da Vinci asked with a deep frown.
Next came the stories of the Lostbelt Kings, the Alien God, the Concealers, the Concealers' Servants, and the Apostles of the Alien God.
"Why did you only say a few names? What about the specifics?" Da Vinci pressed, staring intensely at Daniel.
"Knowing too much isn't good," Daniel shook his head and reminded them. "pan-human history and Lostbelts cannot coexist. To reclaim pan-human history, the Lostbelts must be pruned, and the fantasy trees must be excised."
"If you get too deeply involved in a Lostbelt, your heart and spirit will be wounded."
"After all, at that time, Chaldea will no longer be a guardian, but an invader who enters the Lostbelts to destroy them in order to reclaim pan-human history."
"Right, Beryl Gut of Team A—you must find a way to kill this person at all costs," Daniel's expression suddenly turned solemn. "He will be the true traitor among the Concealers who chooses to betray pan-human history for his own personal pleasure, and he will kill the other Concealers who might have become your allies, becoming a traitor in a true life-and-death struggle with Chaldea."
"Also, watch out for the priest possessed by Rasputin, whose true name is Kotomine Kirei; he will kill Da Vinci."
"Eh? I die too?" Da Vinci tilted her head.
"This is truly... I don't know how much psychological trauma this will cause those two children," Sanzang sighed helplessly.
"Well, although after they escaped to a safe area, they saw the backup plan Da Vinci had prepared—a puppet that couldn't last very long," Daniel added with a shrug.
"Oh oh! That's really... I hope I wasn't beaten to death by an exasperated Mash?" Romani called out.
"A touching reunion, as expected of me!" Da Vinci said, wiping her eyes with a look of self-moved emotion.
"Right, I forgot one more thing." Daniel tapped his head and then looked at Da Vinci and Romani. "When you see the vessel for the descent of the Alien God, you must absolutely keep your composure."
"Hmm? Is there something wrong with the Alien God's vessel?" Both Romani and Da Vinci immediately became tense.
"Yes, it's your deceased director, Olga Marie."
Slap, slap—two sounds.
Romani and Da Vinci simultaneously covered their faces with their palms.
This world is simply too cruel to Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash.
This wave of spoilers was perhaps too heavy for Romani and Da Vinci; they didn't speak for a long time.
By the time they came to their senses and intended to pry something more out of Daniel's mouth, they found that the person was already sitting there, nodding off to sleep.
"Uh, it's getting late, it's time to let him have a good rest," Romani squinted his eyes. "Da Vinci, the night watch job is yours."
"Yeah, Romani, you'd better rest too, otherwise I'm worried you'll suddenly drop dead of exhaustion at some point," Da Vinci reminded him with some concern.
"Me? I'm fine, I can hold out a bit longer," Romani replied, waving his hand after swallowing what was probably his umpteenth cup of coffee tonight. "When this is all over, I can rest for as long as I want."
Indeed, when it's all over, you won't even be able to open your eyes if you wanted to.
"Good morning." Just as he opened his eyes, before Daniel could even process the fact that they were camping in the open, a soft voice sounded by his ear.
Turning his head slightly, he saw Mash half-kneeling beside him with a beaming smile.
"Mr. Daniel, I was just about to wake you up."
"...Hey, Mash, haven't you considered wearing another pair of pants?" Daniel, seeing such a suggestive sight in his half-awake state, swallowed and then asked.
"Eh?" Mash scratched her cheek with a bit of trouble. "I'd like to, but as soon as I manifest this armor, the pants disappear."
"I see," Daniel nodded. "It seems we Demi-Servants are all like that."
"Also, Mash, you can just call me Daniel or Brother Si; don't add 'Mr.' After all, we're going to be fighting side-by-side for a while, so let's not be so distant."
"Daniel, like that?" Mash tilted her head.
I have to say, the 'dangerous eggplant' is really cute!
After washing his face by a puddle, Daniel pulled himself together, ready to set out with the others who were already packed up.
As for breakfast... who had any food left?
Everyone was moving forward on an empty stomach.
Daniel and Sanzang were a bit better off, since they had just had a full meal before leaving the Holy City.
Speaking of which, he felt quite sorry for the Lion King and her Knights of the Round Table.
After all, they had provided food and drink, as well as a free place to stay out of the wind and rain.
In the end, his side had suddenly backstabbed them because of their differing values, and had even split them from within.
I can't take it; the more I think about it, the more guilty I feel.
Traveling through the desert is not an easy task.
Especially with sandstorms attacking from time to time, disrupting their sense of direction.
Although they had no food, the puddle they found last night solved everyone's drinking water problem quite well.
So even though every part of their bodies sent tired protests due to hunger, everyone could still drag themselves along, barely following behind the vehicle at the very front that was blocking the dust for them.
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