Queen of Sheba

"I've discussed cooperation and alliances in humble oasis camps, amidst scattered desert stones and magnificent palaces, but this is truly the first time I've encountered the Sea of Imaginary Numbers."

Honestly, this feeling of being paralyzed is really unpleasant; I feel nauseous.

Tituba and Bai Mo were in this Imaginary Number Space where there was no direction at all. Her complexion was indeed not good. After an unknown amount of time, she finally stabilized.

"That's much better now. Although it's a bit inappropriate to ask this question at this time, your answer will definitely have a real impact on the level of cooperation going forward."

"Then I won't waste any more words, sir..."

"Bai Mo."

"Okay, Mr. Bai Mo, first question: I am indeed very grateful for your rescue, but I believe you can see that this is a trap. We are now in this Imaginary Number Space."

Perhaps Raum misjudged your strength significantly, but it can't be said that the trap was completely ineffective. So, I'd like to know, why would you step into such an obvious trap for a complete stranger Tituba?"

Compared to the questions on the church stage, this question was much more direct. Bai Mo looked into her earnest eyes. As the most suitable Heroic Spirit designated by the Counter Force, and also the first person to arrive at the Singularity, her knowledge was undoubtedly of great help.

But it was clear that the trouble with this Singularity was not just about a single Demon God Pillar, so she made this choice.

Rather than trying to understand them, it's more accurate to say that when facing a huge challenge, the first step is to know what kind of people your teammates are.

"From my personal perspective, my actions stemmed from my own feelings. Moreover, the absurdities of Salem, if only recorded in books, would only elicit a helpless shake of the head."

But when you actually see something so absurd, anyone would have the urge to stop it, and I just happen to have a little bit of power to back up that urge.

Bai Mo looked at the woman in front of him, then shook his head and said:

"Moreover, Tituba is very important to Abigail; a child can't fake that kind of sadness. Although I don't know what Raum's purpose is, considering all the signs so far, I think it's worth a try if we can stabilize Abigail's mind."

Upon hearing this, Tituba nodded:

"I see. Trusting your feelings and acting accordingly—perhaps that's the right thing to do for you. There's another question: you're not alone, are you? Didn't anyone among your companions object?"

"Of course."

Hearing Bai Mo's casual reply and seeing Tituba's meaningful smile, Roman, far away in Chaldea, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were a patient whose critical condition notice would be delivered at any moment.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your reply. I will do my best to help. But before that, do you have a knife with you?"

Bai Mo raised an eyebrow and casually conjured a sharp dagger with his power, handing it to her. The moment she took the dagger, Tituba smiled and placed it against her own neck, making a clean and decisive cut.

The Chaldea members were all startled by this guy's actions, but soon, a light emerged from Tituba's corpse. The woman before them had the same appearance as Tituba, but possessed a pair of rather intelligent animal ears.

At this moment, she is undoubtedly Heroic Spirit.

"Although I brought it up myself, wasn't your tone a bit too bland?"

"This level of injury is easy to treat."

"Wow, that's terrifying. Thank goodness it's not your enemy, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to control your suicide! You're much scarier than that judge."

She pretended to be scared, while Bai Mo shrugged and asked:

"You changed into this outfit, which means you're ready to go all out, right?"

The dark-skinned beauty nodded and spoke to Bai Mo:

"That's natural. Wise people shouldn't be arrogant, and strong people must be confident. But if your Chaldea only listens to your word, I won't go all in. After all, brute force won't work this time, and my situation is a consequence of trying to be violent."

My Servant Caster's true name has been lost to history; simply refer to me as the Queen of Sheba.

I've noted down your help as a favor. My way of life is no different from a businessman's; even acts of kindness are recorded as investments.

But let me make this clear first: I'm not exactly a kind and considerate woman. So, anyone who suggested giving up on me, I'll write that down in my little notebook, and don't even think about trying to mend things."

In Chaldea, Roman gasped, muttering, "Oh no, if I meet Ritsuka like this, won't that mean she'll end up in Chaldea too?"

"Isn't this great? She's the Queen of Sheba, a legendary figure alongside King Solomon. Our Chaldea observation instruments are all named after her. In fact, we absolutely must come!"

"It's a pity we only met her now; otherwise, dealing with those Demon God Pillar would have been as easy as a Queen of Sheba beating her son!"

Olga Marie looked like a little girl who had met her idol. Seeing her smile, and then watching the image of the Queen of Sheba her fist, he crossed his arms, suppressed his stomach pain, and pondered:

If I were to ask the director now for all the leave I'd ever take in my life, how long could I get...?