"ah!!!!"
An exclamation came from the corner of the corridor outside the Chaldea cafeteria.
Then it stopped as abruptly as a ringing cell phone being thrown into a pool and submerged.
It seemed that Mashu finally realized what he had done.
Animusfia even imagined Mash's face flushed and covering her mouth.
Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at his chopsticks, as if thinking about something.
"I said, what are we going to do now?"
The girl was still staring at her chopsticks in rapt attention.
Could it be that the soul has entered the place before life?
Animusfia remembered an animated movie she had seen before.
If that were the case, that would be terrible.
If this continues, the poor girl's soul will slowly fall into a state of trance, and will eventually be surrounded and swallowed by the dust of obsession.
Become a sad monster carrying a body of obsession.
.....
This is an unacceptable consequence.
If you let others know that not only did you fail to help save the world, but you also harmed the hero who was able to save the world on his own to this extent——————
Animusfia couldn't imagine how future generations would judge him.
This is completely contrary to his purpose.
Animusfia quickly recalled scenes from movies she had seen before.
It tells the story of how to let the lost soul get rid of the obsession and return to the body.
....
The dusty memories gradually became clearer, and Animusfia remembered the method in the movie.
It vaguely seems to be playing some African or South American style ethereal music.
But the question is where will he go to find instruments to play African music?
Animusfia looked down at her crippled hands again.
Even if you find it, how should you play it?
It’s really hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.
The red-haired girl was still staring at her chopsticks in fascination, as if time could not affect her.
...
The current situation was critical, and Animusfia couldn't care less.
If there are no conditions, find ways to create conditions.
Animusfia kicked the floor with her feet and beat the rhythm in her mouth.
If anyone else were to look at it, they would definitely think that there was something wrong with his spirit——————
In fact, this is indeed the case.
The clerk who lived opposite Animusfia did not leave the cafeteria directly after notifying Roman. Instead, he stayed in Chaldea's cafeteria to look for something.
Therefore, she watched the three people who were considered the pillars of Chaldea fall into their own strange states.
The first is Roman, the doctor who has been running Chaldea all the time. Maybe he is selflessly destroying food because of the days of hunger.
Next was the last remaining master of Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who suddenly became motionless while staring at the tableware used by Animusfia and Mash.
Finally, the nominal supreme leader of Chaldea, Animusfia, as the director, began to perform inexplicable ventriloquism after seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly stopped.
.....
But he has his own style. Ever since he came to Chaldea, he has always been doing things that make people uncomfortable.
Mingming always looks reliable, which makes people feel good and can't help but rely on him. Why is there such a problem?
The clerk lady sighed silently.
what a pity.
It is hard to imagine that the last hope of human civilization rests largely on these three people.
Can humanity really be saved?
The first person to break the deadlock was Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Director...? What are you doing?"
Seeing the girl return to normal, Animusfia also stopped her movements.
"Ah, Ritsuka, are you back?"
"Come back? I've always been here...but what are you doing, Director?"
"This is a ritual to bring your soul back."
"...Don't play with jokes from such niche movies."
After a few seconds of reaction, the girl understood the meaning of Animusfia's movements.
"Is it a niche movie? It obviously has a pretty good reputation, and I personally like that one very much."
Animusfia expressed confusion.
"Just because it has a good reputation doesn't mean it's not niche. It's just like if you said you went to the playground every day to walk and throw sand, or to escape from prison during thunderstorms, no one would know."
"Well, having said that, don't you still know? That's enough, aibo."
"well."
After sighing, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned his attention back to the chopsticks in his hand.
Always saying things that are incomprehensible, this person's shortcomings are too obvious.
"Speaking of which, what were you doing just now?"
"Me? I was just thinking that by doing this, wouldn't Matthew have an indirect kiss with the director?"
"Jealous?"
"Jealous? Not at all. After all, the director and I have had real kisses several times."
"No, it's not to me. If your junior and I kissed indirectly, wouldn't you...wait————"
Animusfia captured some strange information from what the girl just said.
It was closely related to him—it was no longer qualified to say that. He was the person involved, but Animusfia had no impression of the information at all.
"Well, although you might be a little shy the first time, you'll get to know each other gradually and there's nothing to be shy about."
Fujimaru Ritsuka was still talking to herself.
"wait!"
"Huh? What's wrong, Director."
"When did that happen between me and you?"
"Eh?"
As if struck by lightning, the girl's expression froze in place, and then slowly sank.
"Director...don't you remember? So that's it, that's it, that's it!"
"Do I only have this status in the director's heart?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka slowly turned around, raised his hand to his eyes, and wiped away a non-existent tear.
"I'm really being played."
"Don't just pretend to be a victim! You should tell me clearly when I have done that kind of thing!"
All the sadness on the girl's face disappeared, and a sly smile appeared again.
"It's up to you to recall such wonderful memories."
Then Fujimaru Ritsuka put the chopsticks into his mouth.
"By the way, this is the third time."
Animusfia racked her brains and couldn't figure out exactly when she had enjoyed such benefits.
He is not the kind of person who forgets things easily, let alone stimulating memories like kissing.
Even if it was him or not, Animusfia still clearly remembered what he had done with Eliza hundreds of years ago.
But Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't seem like it, and there was no reason to lie to him.
Let's deal with the trouble later. Looking at the girl like this, it shouldn't be an important matter.
"So what do we do now?"
"Well... it's really time to play games, Director."
"That's right."
Leaving Roman who was still busy cooking, Animusfia and Fujimaru Ritsuka left the Chaldea cafeteria.
Walking in the corridor with the girl, Animusfia asked the question that had been buried in his heart for a long time.
"Hey, Ritsuka."
"What's wrong, Director?"
"Why did you save me at that time?"
The girl stopped and stared at Animusfia.
"Is there something on my face?"
"No, it's just that, director, do you need a reason to save people?"
"That statement is too cliche. People do things for their own reasons. To be honest?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka put her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, and took a few quick steps to pass Animusfia.
Then he turned to Animusfia and said:
"I told the director in Chahekis City that I will definitely help you next time."
The unexpected answer left Animusfia speechless.
"That's right. Thank you so much."
In the end, I could only squeeze out a few dry words of thanks.
