"Hey!? You!" Helena, who had been brushed aside, froze for a moment. Somewhat irritated, she rubbed her hair as she watched Nightingale's retreating back. "Honestly, Berserkers are such a pain to deal with."
"Um, excuse me, you must be Helena Blavatsky, the Servant stationed here in Riverton, correct?" Protected by Mash, Fujimaru Ritsuka stepped forward two paces while studying Helena from head to toe. The information Dr. Roman had compiled earlier surfaced in his mind.
Helena Blavatsky, originally named Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, had been a renowned nineteenth-century Russian theosophist and the founder of Theosophy. A legendary figure who had left behind countless anecdotes in both the world of ordinary people and the world of magi, what made her most remarkable was that, despite not coming from a family of magi, she had developed mysteries all her own.
Rumor had it that she had once come into contact with the mysterious beings known as the Mahatmas and gained a vast amount of wisdom from them.
Therefore, even if it was merely a theoretical possibility, she was the kind of existence who might have been capable of reaching the Root.
In that regard, she was somewhat similar to Adelson Falgao, the son of Miss Lawrence, the Servant they had once encountered in London.
"Hm? And you are?" While Fujimaru Ritsuka observed Helena, Helena was observing him as well. Then her eyes lit up. "That's quite an excellent set of Mystic Code attire. You must be a powerful magus too!"
"Huh?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was briefly taken aback by her overly familiar attitude, but quickly regained his composure. "I'm not a powerful magus. However, as a human Master, I would like to speak with you."
"I already know that you're a Master, and I can more or less guess what you intend to say.