"What should I do?"
Without much pause, Fujimaru Ritsuka pressed on.
"Go deal with those Phantom Demon Alliance bastards."
Edmond Dantès offered a solution.
"Though each of them has their own territory, those malignant beings are undoubtedly guarding the spear's shaft. If you head straight for it, you'll certainly face fierce resistance from every Servant in the Phantom Demon Alliance and have to confront multiple enemies at once. The fighting strength at your side isn't enough to support that."
"So we just pick them off one by one."
"The Berserker of Shinjuku, the Rider of Shinjuku, the Assassin of Shinjuku, and an Archer who uses modern equipment. Jeanne d'Arc Alter over there probably knows something about them. You can ask her for the details."
"So, who will you choose?"
"Berserker."
Fujimaru Ritsuka answered without hesitation.
"We know Berserker's current territory and true identity."
Kabukicho was the current territory of Shinjuku's Berserker—the Phantom of the Opera. It was filled with a large number of Coloratura Songstresses, but with Artoria and Anno present, those Coloratura Songstresses were nothing to fear.
"A very good choice. There won't be any problem with manpower, either."
"Remember, even if you're forced into a choice, don't cast aside your own nobility. You must remain yourself in this Shinjuku."
"And one more piece of advice."
"...The Archer of Shinjuku is undoubtedly an enemy."
"Don't trust him blindly."
Click.
The call ended.
Fujimaru Ritsuka did not immediately lower the phone. He kept it pressed to his ear, his expression solemn as he pondered something. Only after thinking for a while did he toss the phone back onto its cradle.
Then he smiled and turned around.
"Next, let's go take down Berserker."
"No objections."
Artoria nodded expressionlessly.
"Ah, so we're going to fight the Phantom of the Opera."
Lawrence tapped