At the same time, Ritsuka was still panting heavily behind Mashu.
But no matter how her chest rose and fell against the pure white uniform and black belt of Chaldea, the girl could never regain her previous state.
.........Don't you even have the leisure to joke around...?
If it were normal, Ritsuka would definitely notice his gaze.
This is the tacit understanding that Animusfia has established with the girl during this period of time.
Although he shouldn't be so careless at this moment, Chaldea's uniform is too much to ignore.
Obviously there is not much difference between men's and women's uniforms except for the hakama on the lower body, but if Ritsuka, a woman, wears it, it is far more attractive than other male employees in Chaldea who wear similar uniforms. There are many eyes.
Needless to say, the beautiful legs wrapped in stockings from under the short skirt to the long boots are the unique charm of the girl herself.
But originally, there was only a black belt on the men's chest that connected the shoulders of the uniform, which was modeled after a windbreaker, but on the women's uniform, there was an extra belt under the breasts that had no actual function except to highlight the figure.
It made Animusfia doubt the original purpose of the first Chaldeas director when he designed the uniform.
No matter what, Ritsuka's breasts that were highlighted by the clothes were just like the vague sight under Nero's translucent skirt, which always made Animusfia's eyes move away involuntarily.
However, although it is not convincing, Animusfia is indeed more worried about the girl's physical problems now.
"...The magic content in the air is too strong..."
After carefully feeling the source of the pressure and the surrounding air, Animusfia slowly spoke.
It was even so concentrated that even half-servants like Animusfia and Mash would feel slightly uncomfortable.
But as a shield, Mash is also the follower of Galahad, and his patience in this regard is far better than that of Animusfia. Therefore, only Animusfia feels similar to Ritsuka. discomfort.
But for Animusfia, this is still acceptable.
But for Fujimaru Ritsuka, it cannot be compared.
If she hadn't been equipped with the gift Animusfia made at the last singularity, she might have died by now due to the high concentration of magic power in the air.
"Take out the dagger I made for you before...it has magic on it, which should make you feel better. If you can slowly get used to it under the ceremonial dress, it won't be uncomfortable anymore - at most it's just Like altitude sickness.”
Animusfia said this after touching the girl's head.
Under Animusfia's words, Fujimaru Ritsuka struggled to take out the dagger he made for her with the help of Animusfia. With the infusion of magic power, the golden light slowly Slowly bloomed from it, and at the same time more magic flowed back to Fujimaru Ritsuka's body along the passage as if it had been activated.
The girl's rapid and excessive breathing slowly calmed down under the reflection of the light.
The "vitality" of the small source of magic can, to some extent, replace the large source of magic and release magic.
Correspondingly, the magic power of the big source can also replace the vitality of the small source to a certain extent to support the movement of living things.
The many bird "zombies" that were produced due to Animusfia's ritual of creating the Spear of Uranus are examples of the large source of magic replacing the small source of magic.
"Looking at it this way, doesn't it mean that the director's vitality has entered my body?"
Ritsuka, who had just regained some energy, once again started a large-scale joke without formality.
"...You are really...how should I say good things to you?"
Animusfia sighed, and then continued:
"Do you want to make such a joke at this time?"
"Isn't it the same with the director? Even at this time, his eyes are still restless - and he still takes advantage of others' danger."
"Varied……"
Animusfia thought that the girl had no time to pay attention to his gaze.
"You were staring here just now, weren't you? I'm actually very sensitive to people's gaze. How sensitive is it? It's like when other people look at me, I feel like they are touching me——"
"No, no, no, don't describe this kind of place casually. I won't dare to look at you casually in the future."
"Eh~ Why is this like this?"
Animfia, who originally thought that the girl was simply teasing him again, suddenly noticed the thin layer of sweat still densely woven on Ritsuka's forehead.
He suddenly reached out to wipe away the fine sweat from the girl's forehead and temples, and then covered her lips with his index finger.
Using a habit she learned from somewhere, Animusfia blocked the girl who wanted to say something more.
"Don't be brave, just keep resting. Leave this battle to me——"
"Have you finally ended your flirting? The enemy is about to be right in front of you. Is it really okay to be so unhurried?"
Animusfia stood up and turned to look at Jason.
Although Jason is no longer as trembling as when Hercules first appeared, Jason grips the sword tightly until his white knuckles and faintly trembling hands betray him at this moment. His heart is not at peace.
"After all, even the enemy himself is taking his time, so what's wrong with me being more leisurely?"
Turning his attention back to Heracles, who was still walking here with great priority, Animusfia sighed.
In fact, there are still only three people on our side who can truly count as combat effectiveness: him, Mash, and Artoria.
Apollo and "No. 2" whose Noble Phantasms were taken away had their spiritual bases damaged, making it difficult for them to form a truly effective fighting force in front of Hercules.
And Jason's combat effectiveness can only be ignored without the Argonaut.
Not to mention, the three of them together may not be able to defeat Hercules even if the Noble Phantasm is not taken away.
"Hmph...what a lucky man."
"Are you qualified to speak against me?"
Animusfia raised her eyes to look at Jason again.
Unexpectedly, Jason sighed and said after carefully looking at Ritsuka who was sitting alone and resting alone:
"You're much luckier than me."
"I'm not lucky enough to have a companion like Hercules... Did you go on adventures every day with a being who could spread such an aura?"
It can exude such coercion with its physical body, and even just the movements of its hands and feet can release so much magic power that it can change the concentration of magic power around it.
Animusfia had only seen similar scenes with Lu Bu Fengxian who had appeared in Rome before.
But even Lu Bu was only a dwarf compared to the current Hercules.
"No, how is that possible... If I were to sail with such people every day, I would be crushed to death just by the atmosphere."
"That is to say?"
"Ah, yes, this guy Hercules has become stronger again."
"…………"
After a brief silence, Animusfia raised her head and looked at Hercules who had already arrived in front of her and others and said.
"After all, being able to constantly plunder other people's Noble Phantasms—it's the right thing to do to become stronger."
At the same time, the Spear of Ouranos in Animusfia's hand has already accumulated magic power, and Artoria and Mash are also ready to fight at any time, only observing that Hercules will be there at any time. Possible next moves.
"Jason, my friend... we meet again————"
Heracles took the initiative to speak.
To Animusfia's surprise, Hercules' voice was unexpectedly gentle.
It was in great contrast to his iron tower-like appearance.
Facing Hercules, Jason stared with red eyes, gritted his teeth and held the sword in his hand, without saying any more words.
Hercules didn't pay attention to Jason who didn't reply. After glancing around at the people of Animusfia on the boat, he continued to say to him:
"As expected of you, you have gathered a group of outstanding partners... But now that you have met me, you should know the outcome——————"
After closing his eyes, Hercules said calmly:
"Hand over the Noble Phantasm, I don't want to fight with you anymore."
"What if not?"
Facing Hercules, Animusfia opened her mouth and said.
"Then we have to fight."
As if sighing, Hercules raised his right hand and slowly stretched it back.
