"It wasn't that Fujimaru was the only one who could go."
Goredolf glanced at Sherlock Holmes, who had closed his eyes, then at the anxious-looking Lawrence da Vinci, scratching his head in frustration.
If Fujimaru Ritsuka were really sent alone on a reconnaissance mission, then there was no doubt he would be sent to his death.
Well, sure, there was a tiny bit of jealousy mixed in there. Compared to him, Fujimaru Ritsuka was more trusted and favored by everyone aboard this submarine. But that was hardly enough reason for him to let a young man go off and die like that. He wasn't that kind of person.
Goredolf might indeed be a mage, but that didn't mean he had lost his humanity.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have left the Clock Tower, spent his entire fortune, and come running to a godforsaken place like Antarctica.
"So? What about Ritsuka's safety? If anything happens to Ritsuka, I'm going to turn on you, you know?"
Da Vinci glared at Goredolf angrily.
Having inherited the memories and emotions of both geniuses, Lawrence and da Vinci, she was undoubtedly one of the two people aboard this submarine who cared most deeply for Fujimaru Ritsuka. The other was Mash. There was no way she could stand by and watch Fujimaru Ritsuka put himself in danger from which there might be no return.
"I'm going with Ritsuka. I'm a Servant, after all—I'll definitely be useful!"
"You damn technical advisor! You're the heart of this submarine right now!"
Goredolf's expression turned ugly.
"Could you show a little common sense!?"
Sherlock Holmes was currently the submarine's only combat strength.
Lawrence da Vinci was an artificial Servant created specifically for the submarine. She was its heart and its brain.
Neither of them could be taken outside by Fujimaru Ritsuka.
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