The Obsession of Lawrence's Bloodline

Chaldea, Control Room.

"No, we still can't get in touch with them." After making another communication request and receiving nothing but static, Roman angrily slapped his thigh.

The atmosphere throughout the control room was incredibly oppressive, and everyone looked weighed down by their worries.

Not long after Master Fujimaru Ritsuka entered the Singularity, communications had been cut off completely and had yet to be restored.

One Master, three Servants, and a pet—all of them had vanished without a trace.

"Don't worry, Romani." Leonardo da Vinci stood beside Roman and patted his shoulder, offering quiet comfort. "Ritsuka isn't the kind of kid who would come to harm. Something else clearly interfered with the communications. They'll be fine."

"I'm still standing here, so relax, you useless-looking Acting Director." Hijikata Toshizo sat at the back of the control room in a Japanese kimono, somehow having gotten hold of some alcohol and taking occasional sips. Yet judging from his expression, he was genuinely worried about Fujimaru Ritsuka as well.

The fact that he still existed meant his contractor's life was not in danger. That was the only information Chaldea had at present: Fujimaru Ritsuka was alive, at the very least.

Roman nodded, sighed, and looked toward the screen.

"Without our support, Ritsuka... you have to come back safe."

On a bed in the infirmary, someone's eyelashes trembled faintly.

"I can tell that Miss Lawrence's condition should have stabilized now," Fujimaru Ritsuka said, looking at the back of his hand.

She could sense that Lawrence's condition was far better than before, when she had been weak—so weak that her presence had barely been perceptible.

Mash and Manlio finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are two problems before us now." Fujimaru Ritsuka had recovered some of her spirit, and naturally intended to continue conquering this