"Let's put that aside for now. That opponent just now... could it have been..." Ritsuka's expression suddenly turned serious. What she had said earlier about romance had only been a joke.
"It seems you understand my intentions. The final enemy is the creation of the god Tlaloc we heard about near the ship. You'll definitely fight her tomorrow, which is why I had you practice beforehand. An endless river that leaves people unable to move... if I were there, we certainly wouldn't lose, but with battles, it's hard to predict when they'll break out.
But once you've faced it once, you can come up with countermeasures. You're not the kind of person who loses to the same trick twice. Whether you choose Servants who can remain afloat or Servants resistant to rapids, you should be able to win. I'm looking forward to your performance, Fujimaru Ritsuka." Olga Marie looked as if she held some kind of expectation for Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Thank you, Director." Olga Marie's words made Ritsuka say it without thinking.
"That title again. Not Director—the Fuhrer. No matter how you look at it, that's far too much of a demotion from head of state. Though I don't know why, I don't find it unpleasant." For once, Olga Marie did not get angry at Ritsuka's words. Not only did she not get angry, she even blushed.
"So she really is a Pseudo-Servant of the Alien God, descended in Olga Marie's body. Come to think of it, she's somewhat like Little Knowledge too." Shen Fei, who had been eavesdropping nearby, could more or less confirm what the Alien God was. Similar to Ishtar—and in a way, similar to Little Knowledge as well.
The difference was that Little Knowledge had been shaped by the washing tide of over fifty thousand years