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Chapter 107. Fujimaru Ritsuka's Helicopter Crisis!

"Hmm?"

Hearing Mordred's words, Ian froze for a moment, then immediately reacted.

"Wait."

"Did you say the person sitting in the pilot's seat is a red-haired girl?"

"Umu!"

As if afraid she might be mistaken, Mordred, after answering Ian, turned back in the same direction as earlier, staring intently for a long while.

"No mistake—!"

"It really is a red-haired girl!"

"..."

A bad feeling stirred in Ian's heart.

He glanced at Mashu and saw that she was also looking at him.

He knew she had realized it too.

"Mashu, do you think that girl… could be Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

"That's very possible." Mashu looked worried.

"After all, according to the information I have…"

"Fujimaru Ritsuka is indeed a red-haired girl, senpai."

"Then does the information mention anything about her having helicopter piloting skills?"

"That part, no."

Ian gulped.

His instincts told him that the situation with this helicopter was far more serious than it seemed on the surface.

After thinking for a moment, Ian spoke:

"Mashu, I think we should find a way to get that helicopter to stop."

"Umu, you're right." Mashu nodded. "Senpai, you're absolutely right."

"In that case—"

Ian looked up at the snow-covered sky.

Although he couldn't see the target Mordred had mentioned, his absolute trust in her mean he had no reason to doubt what she'd seen.

After carefully considering, Ian began issuing orders:

"Mashu, please notify Chaldea. We might need some emergency medical assistance."

"Understood!"

Receiving Ian's instructions, Mashu acted immediately.

Seeing Mashu following his guidance, Ian turned to Mordred beside him and asked:

"In such a heavy snowstorm, is there a way you can create a guiding signal?"

"A guiding signal? Like what?"

"For example, a beam of light that can reach the sky. Can you do that?"

"That's something I know how to do!"

"Clarent: Brilliantly Shining Royal Sword!"

The moment Mordred spoke these words, a radiant silver sword appeared in her hands.

"Then—"

"I'll begin now!"

"Umu." Ian nodded.

With Ian's permission, Mordred gripped her silver cross-shaped longsword tightly with both hands.

Her eyes gradually shifted from a deep green to a blue as vast as the ocean.

Ian could feel Mordred focusing her mana into the Clarent sword.

He remembered reading in magecraft books that Ophelia had brought, this process was called the "True Name Release" of a Noble Phantasm.

But—

Looking at the current situation,

This didn't seem like a full release, but rather a partial power-up to meet the "increased brightness" condition.

Whoosh!

The Clarent sword emitted a beam of light that shot straight into the sky, piercing through the layers of clouds.

The phenomenon resembled the True Name Release of Excalibur, but its light was more silvery.

"Master, I did it!"

Mordred, gripping the radiant Clarent with both hands, excitedly reported to Ian beside her.

"Umu, well done." Ian nodded in satisfaction.

"Next, try to attract the attention of that helicopter."

"Understood—!"

"Got it."

Following orders, Mordred acted immediately.

She might not excel at independent decision-making, but she was always reliable when it came to following orders.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

Under Mordred's control, Clarent began to sway in the sky above Chaldea.

At this moment, the royal sword of Britannia functioned no differently than a modern lighting tool.

From a distance, it resembled a lighthouse by the sea, desperately sending guiding signals to the helicopter returning on its course.

The snow was falling heavily.

Ian couldn't rely on his eyes to judge whether the guiding signal emitted by the Noble Phantasm was sufficient for Fujimaru Ritsuka's helicopter to notice.

He turned to Mordred to ask about the situation.

"Mordred, has the helicopter gotten any closer?"

"Let me take a look."

The blonde girl, while maintaining the light from Clarent, looked in the direction she had indicated earlier.

"It still seems to be circling around."

"Could it be that they can't see your light?" Ian speculated.

"Not sure."

"In that case—"

Ian made his decision.

"Mordred, make the light from Clarent even brighter."

"This…"

Mordred hesitated.

"I don't mind."

"But if we continue, it'll drain your mana. Are you sure you're okay with that?"

"Don't worry."

Ian looked at Mordred, his gaze full of confidence.

"Your father here isn't the type to go down so easily."

"..."

Mordred said no more.

She simply gripped Clarent tighter in her hands.

The light pouring out of Clarent grew even stronger, illuminating the sky far more brightly.

Snow fell amidst the white light, tinged with an extraordinary silver hue.

Ian could clearly feel Mordred drawing mana from his body.

But he also knew that this mana consumption was the key to unleashing Clarent's full potential.

He could handle it.

"Is there any reaction this time?"

Ian asked again.

"There is."

After observing for a while, Mordred replied immediately.

However, she quickly appeared shocked.

"But something's not right!"

"Not right?!"

"Exactly!"

Mordred looked forward.

"It seems to be heading straight toward us!"

"What?!"

As Mordred said this, Ian noticed something too.

Through the thick snow, a swaying helicopter came into view.

In the pilot's seat was a red-haired girl.

Although this was their first meeting, based on the information exchanged earlier, Ian was certain that the girl was Fujimaru Ritsuka.

She was piloting the helicopter?

Is this something a Master candidate is supposed to learn?

Ian couldn't wrap his head around it.

But now was clearly not the time to ponder such questions.

Because even he could sense Fujimaru Ritsuka's panic.

"Mordred, is there anyone else on that helicopter?"

"Yes." Mordred nodded.

"There are several people wearing outfits similar to the ones at Chaldea."

"But…"

"But what?!"

"But it seems they're all unconscious, leaving only the red-haired girl trying to handle things."

"..."

Looking at the approaching helicopter, Ian realized something must have gone terribly wrong on board.

The immediate priority was to stop it!

But…

How could they stop it?

Ian's mind began working at full speed.

Soon, his gaze landed on a nearby mountain peak.

Years of wind had blanketed it with a thick layer of snow, like a fluffy white quilt, completely obscuring the mountain beneath.

"..."

"Mordred!" Ian shouted after a quick reaction, "Can you cut down that mountain peak?"

"No problem."

Mordred responded confidently.

"As long as Father provides enough mana, I can do anything."

"Great, then let's begin!"

The moment Ian finished speaking, Clarent ceased to merely emit light.

Condensed mana transformed into a tangible blade of immense power.

This was Mordred's most prideful strike, achieved through the True Name Release of Clarent: Brilliantly Shining Royal Sword.

Its hardness far surpassed that of any mountain, rendering ordinary metals of the world incomparable.

However, Ian also felt the mana in his body being drained at a rapid pace by Mordred.

Even so—

It was still within acceptable limits!

A brilliant slash descended from the sky, striking the mountain peak Ian had indicated to Mordred earlier.

Crack! A thunderous explosion echoed.

The mana-condensed blade collided violently with the rocky surface.

The rock stood no chance and was completely shattered.

The mountain crumbled, bringing down the thick layer of accumulated snow all at once.

Ian watched the scene before him, his face revealing his grave concern.

His plan was truly extreme—using the thick snow as a means to stop the malfunctioning helicopter.

Of course.

Executing such an extreme plan meant it would hardly go as safely as imagined.

Ian focused intently on the descending helicopter, hoping that this desperate measure, the only one he could devise in such a short time, would save her.

The avalanche of accumulated snow poured down like a cascading waterfall.

"Mordred, retreat to the rear."

Ian spoke as he grabbed Mashu's hand. She had just returned and was overwhelmed by the scene before her. Together with Mordred, they quickly withdrew to a safe distance.

"Senpai, this is…"

"That helicopter is in trouble, Mashu."

Ian focused on the rushing snow.

"This is as much as we can do. Let's hope she can save herself."

Meanwhile, aboard the helicopter—

Fujimaru Ritsuka tightly gripped the only part of the cockpit she could use to steer.

To be honest—

She had absolutely no idea how to operate this massive machine.

She was relying purely on what could be called a "survival instinct" to keep the situation under some semblance of control.

Fortunately, this "instinct" had worked well enough.

But unfortunately, that effect was almost completely spent.

However—

It seemed there was a new chance.

Just now, after an indistinct "boom," a nearby mountain peak had been cut off.

As she watched the torrent of snow crashing down, an idea flashed in Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind.

Compared to crashing into the ground or the rocky mountain, getting caught in the snow might be safer due to its cushioning effect.

Though it wasn't guaranteed to be much better.

But—

If there was a chance, she had to take it!

Perhaps, just perhaps, she might get lucky.

Fujimaru Ritsuka focused all her attention on trying to guide the helicopter as she wanted.

She felt a surge of confidence, thinking things were going as planned.

But the truth was far from that.

For her, managing to control the helicopter earlier had already been a miracle.

Let alone attempting an emergency landing!

Still—

Even without piloting skills, Fujimaru Ritsuka possessed a knack for survival.

The helicopter, under her "guidance," slid down in a bizarre manner at an improbable angle, landing on the "snowfield" created by the avalanche rather than crashing straight into the ground.

After being swept into the snow and tumbling repeatedly, the helicopter finally came to a stop, buried under a thick white blanket.

Of course.

Fujimaru Ritsuka wasn't spared from being tossed around violently inside the helicopter.

"I'm saved…?"

She muttered the words.

In the final moments before she lost consciousness, she saw a tall man running toward her.

Shortly after, she felt her body being lifted by someone.

.....

Some time later.

In Chaldea's medical ward—

Fujimaru Ritsuka's body trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing the unfamiliar white ceiling, she couldn't help but murmur:

"Where am I?"

"Is this heaven?"

Before a second passed, an unfamiliar voice responded.

"This is the medical ward, Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"Not heaven."

"Eh?!"

Hearing someone answer, Fujimaru Ritsuka tried to sit up.

But the moment she moved, the pain surging from her entire body made her abandon the idea.

"Of course it hurts."

"It hurts so much I can see my great-great-grandmother waving at me from across the River Styx!"

A face appeared above Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was groaning in pain.

"Soft tissue injuries all over, a fractured arm, and mild concussion."

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, the best thing you can do now is stay put."

"You're…"

Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to get angry, but upon closer inspection, she realized the man before her looked familiar.

"Eh?!"

"You were the one who ran over to carry me, weren't you?"

"Oh?" The man looked surprised.

"So you remember. It seems your memory isn't in bad shape."

"Then you are…"

Fujimaru Ritsuka displayed a mix of friendliness and confusion.

"I'm Ian Pendragon," the man introduced himself.

"For now, I'm one of the Master candidates for Team A of Chaldea."

"Chaldea?!"

"This is Chaldea?!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's excitement was clear.

"Wow!"

"I really made it here?!"

"Yes."

The man gave a wry smile.

"You succeeded."

"But, if you don't mind me ruining the mood, I have a question."

"What question?"

"Why were you flying the helicopter yourself? Wasn't Chaldea supposed to send someone to escort you?"

Hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka became agitated.

"I'd like to know that too!"

"They clearly said I'd be brought to Chaldea safely!"

"But before we got there, everyone started fainting one by one!"

"So I had no choice but to handle it myself!"