"Woohoo—!"
With a burst of joyous cheering, a bizarre-looking car flew out from behind the dunes, tore through the sandstorm, and landed steadily on the ground. It even pulled off a beautiful drift before coming to a stop.
"Haah—Mash, I finally understand why so many people love racing! This feels incredible!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka excitedly took off the sand mask specially made by Leonardo da Vinci and vigorously patted Mash on the shoulder several times.
It was already the second day. The group had set out full of enthusiasm yesterday, but night had fallen not long after. To avoid any unexpected trouble in the dark, Leonardo da Vinci had decided they would rest for the night before continuing.
And now, Fujimaru Ritsuka had become obsessed with this car.
"I think you should improve this thing's shock absorption, Leonardo." Veins bulged on Carmilla's forehead as she covered her mouth and gripped Leonardo da Vinci's shoulder.
Hans Christian Andersen was already lying in the back seat, his fate unknown.
"I think it's fine, though? King of Britain, how do you feel?" Liao Ye looked baffled as he glanced at Artoria.
Artoria shook her head as well.
"It's fine, it's fine. Ritsuka's driving skills are actually quite good. He received professional training at Chaldea, after all." Leonardo da Vinci chuckled as she removed Carmilla's hand from her shoulder. "After we go a little farther, we should be leaving this desert. What we see then will be the original landscape of this Singularity."
"Mash, you drive." Fujimaru Ritsuka got out of the car and stretched, handing the steering wheel over to the eager Mash before taking the passenger seat himself.
"No—" Seemingly sensing mortal danger, Andersen shot upright from the back seat despite his near-death state. "Don't drive this thing again—Uwah—Aaaaah—"
Not a word of