Godforsaken, God-chosen

In 1692, in Salem Massachusetts United States, a panic sparked by the "strange illness" of several girls escalated into a large-scale witch hunt, resulting in the execution of 20 people and the indictment of more than 200 others.

The people of this period were mostly Puritans. What are Puritans? Simply put, they were a group of fanatical believers. Under the influence of Catholic faith, they were practically insane, believing that all suffering was a test from God. Therefore, these people despised pleasure and pursued so-called integrity.

This is precisely why these people are truly capable of enduring hardship and resisting human desires, making the group extremely oppressive. They view disasters as a curse from the devil, rather than immediately seeking rational reasons for them.

At the same time, even if someone lends them a helping hand, they will not thank the person who offered help, but will instead consider it a gift from God.

The Salem witch trials, on the other hand, laid bare the depravity of this system.

At the same time, the people she brought this time were terrible. If it weren't for the concept of adaptability, Bai Mo would have even suspected that there was a traitor in Chaldea who wanted to kill Ritsuka.

To put it bluntly, the only stable Servant among this group is Robin Hood, whom they just met. Bai Mo couldn't understand what kind of person could come up with the idea of sending a living witch to a place where witch trials were taking place.

The rich aroma of meat filled the room. The table, which had just contained only a few bowls of wheat porridge, was now piled high with all sorts of delicacies. The smell of fruitwood-roasted chicken and steak filled the quiet room, and everyone devoured the food, rewarding themselves for the hunger they had endured for the past two days.

"Ah~ Brother Bai, it's so good that your power is unaffected. Waaah, I've never suffered this much except in Singularity F and Orléans."

Upon hearing Ritsuka's words, Bai Mo's eyelids twitched.

"Shouldn't your job as a guardian of Human Order be incredibly demanding? It seems like you've been on vacation the whole way!"

"Because I met Bai Ermo back in Okeanos, she was the perfect Servant. Ever since then, I've been taking baths with hot milk in the Singularity."

Upon hearing Ritsuka's words, Bai Mo turned to Circe with a strange look, who explained somewhat helplessly:

"Dad often holds memorial services for you, as a way of saving your brother and preventing Medea from committing a serious crime. Our family can still sit at the same table and eat, all thanks to that fearless idiot."

The old man said he would give you one-third of the four sacred springs forged by Hephaestus, and provide you with a lot of milk, olive oil, wine and such every year, but this offering was recorded and elevated to Noble Phantasm.

"Sigh, the old man is as cunning as ever, giving a third of the Fountain of Infinity to a dead man. What a clever idea!"

Although the Saber-class Bai Ermo uses Zeus's bloodline to drive the power of Electric Current Push, he does possess many valuable items, and given his Complete Realm at the time, he was among the top-tier Servant.

It now seems that Ritsuka has also excelled in many other aspects, and she really hasn't suffered any major hardships along the way.

"Don't think I was just a bystander the whole way; I actually helped out a lot as a support."

"I can tell. Hurry up and eat."

At least in the battle just now, Ritsuka performed well. Her willingness to participate in the Singularity was entirely based on her sufficient Master qualities. Halfway through the conversation, Bai Mo raised her hand to signal everyone to stop, and then immediately saw the blonde girl on the stairs.

Abigail and Bai Mo locked eyes. Like a startled fawn, she turned to leave, but Bai Mo suddenly appeared behind her, giving her a fright.

"Ah!"

The girl lost her balance and fell down the stairs. Robin Hood was about to act, but the next moment, the air around Abigail, under atomic-level control, turned into a soft, white teddy bear doll about two meters tall.

Feeling the softness, Abigail's earlier wariness completely vanished. Big Bear hugged Abigail and helped her up. At this moment, Bai Mo squatted down and began to talk to Abigail.

"Why are you running? This is your house, don't get it wrong. I'm Fujimaru's friend, you can call me Bai Mo, not Bai Ermo."

It's a pleasure to meet you, Abigail.

Bai Mo extended his hand. After all, he was just a child, and it was better to keep him in a relaxed state when communicating. Abigail timidly reached out and took Bai Mo's hand.

"Hello, is it your friend? I have a friend just like it, but much smaller."

Abigail took out a small bear doll and presented it to Bai Mo.

"Its name is Yog, and it sleeps with me every night. Although it's small, it's my good friend."

"Really... Yog? That's... a nice name."

Bai Mo's ominous premonition grew stronger. He looked at the little bear in front of him with a twitching mouth. Although he could clearly sense from this distance that it was just a little bear toy, Yog's empty gaze seemed to be staring at him.

"Gurgle."

Abigail's stomach growled, and the girl looked shyly at the table full of delicious food below. This feast, comparable to that of a top-tier restaurant, was a bit too much for a girl who had never eaten anything better than fried bacon with gravy and mashed potatoes.

"Are you hungry? Go eat. How can someone your age go hungry?"

"But... Uncle said we can only eat this on holidays... and it's too expensive, I..."

"Stop talking nonsense, are you just going to watch like this? I've seen angels, she shouldn't have any objections." Bai Mo picked up Abigail and placed her on the table. Faced with this pile of delicious food, the girl finally gave in.

"God, thank you for giving me such a delicious meal, and thank you Mr. Bai Mo... Whew." Blowing on the hot food, Abigail put a slice of grilled bacon-wrapped chicken leg into her mouth, a happy smile on her face.

Bai Mo, standing to the side, watched Abigail with a somewhat cold expression.

"Thank God..."

Bai Mo took out the "Metatron Award" from his pocket. This medal, which would gleam even in the darkness of the Lostbelt, was now as if covered with a layer of dust, dull and lifeless.

"This place is definitely not a normal world. There is no Lord like in the Bible here, child," Bai Mo murmured softly, his gaze fixed on the little bear beside Abby.