"Alright," Dr. Romani said, looking at everyone. "Let's go. I have brought the list of the Servants, and I am coming—"
Before he could finish, a misty black hand grabbed him and pulled him back. It was Sheba.
Sheba just looked at her husband, her eyes stern and protective. "Oh hell no, you're not going, Solomon."
Everyone turned to see Sheba standing there, her presence formidable. She had become fiercely protective ever since learning about the Reset and Solomon/Romani deleting himself from the Throne of Heroes to return to Heaven.
"But Sheba—" Romani began, only to be cut off.
"No buts," Sheba insisted. "You've sacrificed enough. I'm not letting you throw yourself into danger again."
Ritsuka and the others exchanged glances. They understood Sheba's concern but also knew how valuable Romani's presence and knowledge were.
"Sheba," Ritsuka said gently, stepping forward, "we need Romani's expertise. But I promise we will do everything to keep him safe. We need all the help we can get to face Charlemagne and his knights."
Sheba looked at Ritsuka, her expression softening slightly. "I understand, but you better keep that promise. I won't lose him again."
Romani nodded, grateful for her concern. "Thank you, Sheba. I promise to be careful. We're all in this together."
Sheba sighed but relented, releasing her grip on Romani. "Alright, but I'm holding you to that promise, Ritsuka."
With Sheba's reluctant approval, the team was ready to proceed. They had a daunting task ahead, but they were more determined than ever to face whatever challenges awaited them in the French Lostbelt.
As the group arrived in a French town, Ritsuka had sent Jack the Ripper out for reconnaissance. The atmosphere was tense, the streets quiet, and the air thick with mana. Mash noticed something unusual and called the group's attention to it.
"Senpai, look at this," Mash said, pointing to a bulletin board covered with wanted posters.
Ritsuka, Ophelia, Da Vinci, and Edmond gathered around to examine the posters. Each one bore their likenesses, marked as fugitives.
"Wanted posters?" Ophelia said, her eyes narrowing. "They really are serious about hunting us down."
"Looks like Charlemagne isn't taking any chances," Da Vinci commented, studying the details. "He's making sure everyone knows we're enemies of the state."
Ritsuka frowned. "This complicates things. We'll need to be extra careful. Jack should be able to gather intel without raising suspicion."
Edmond smirked. "It's almost flattering, isn't it? Being considered such a threat that they plaster our faces everywhere."
"Let's not get too flattered," Ritsuka said, his tone serious. "We need to figure out our next move and find out more about Charlemagne and his knights. We'll have to blend in and avoid drawing attention."
Just then, Jack returned, her stealthy form appearing from the shadows. "Master, I've scouted the area. There are guards patrolling the town, and it looks like they're searching for us."
"Thanks, Jack," Ritsuka said, nodding. "Good work. We'll need to find a safe place to regroup and plan our next steps."
The group split up, each heading in a different direction to gather information. Ritsuka and Mash moved towards the marketplace, hoping to overhear any useful conversations. Ophelia and Kadoc made their way to the town's inn, where travelers might have heard rumors. Da Vinci and Romani stayed near the outskirts, ready to support the others if things went south.
As Ritsuka and Mash wandered through the bustling market, they kept their ears open. The merchants and townsfolk were talking, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary—until they passed a group of soldiers.
"Did you hear about the strange lights in the forest?" one soldier said. "Some say it's the work of those wanted by King Charlemagne."
"Yeah, and did you see the new orders? We're to double our patrols and capture them on sight," another soldier added.
Ritsuka and Mash exchanged glances, nodding subtly. They moved on, not wanting to linger too long and risk drawing attention. They continued to gather bits and pieces of conversations, piecing together the situation.
Meanwhile, Ophelia and Kadoc entered the inn, where the atmosphere was lively. They took a seat at a corner table, blending in as best as they could. Kadoc ordered drinks, hoping to loosen up the patrons and get them talking.
"Did you hear about the newcomers?" one patron said to another. "I heard they're dangerous, but no one knows why they're here."
"Maybe they're looking for something," the other patron replied. "Or someone."
Ophelia leaned in closer, trying to catch every word. They needed more concrete information about Charlemagne's plans and the whereabouts of his knights.
Outside, Da Vinci and Romani observed the town from a distance. Romani had a worried look on his face. "Do you think they'll be alright?" he asked Da Vinci.
"They'll be fine," Da Vinci replied confidently. "Ritsuka and the others have been through worse. We just need to stay alert and be ready to move if they need us."
Back in the marketplace, Ritsuka and Mash spotted a notice board filled with wanted posters and announcements. They pretended to be interested in the goods nearby while scanning the board.
"Look," Mash whispered, pointing to a small, inconspicuous flyer. It mentioned a meeting at a nearby tavern later that night, supposedly for those loyal to King Charlemagne.
"Could be worth checking out," Ritsuka muttered. "Let's tell the others."
They discreetly left the marketplace and regrouped in a secluded spot. Ophelia and Kadoc soon joined them, having gathered similar snippets of information about increased patrols and the mysterious lights in the forest.
"We found this," Ritsuka said, showing them the flyer. "A meeting tonight. Could be a chance to learn more."
"Agreed," Ophelia said. "But we need to be careful. If it's a trap, we need an exit strategy."
"We'll split into pairs again," Ritsuka decided. "Mash and I will go to the meeting. Ophelia, you and Kadoc keep watch outside. Da Vinci and Romani, stay nearby in case we need a quick getaway."
As night fell, Ritsuka and Mash made their way to the tavern. The place was dimly lit and filled with shadowy figures. They took a seat in the back, blending into the crowd.
A man stood up, his face hidden by a hood. "Welcome, loyal subjects of King Charlemagne," he began. "We have gathered here to discuss the threat posed by the intruders in our land. They seek to disrupt our peace and must be dealt with swiftly."
Ritsuka listened intently, his eyes scanning the room. He noticed several individuals who seemed to be taking notes, likely spies or informants.
"Our king has ordered us to find these intruders and bring them to justice," the man continued. "We believe they are hiding in the forest. We must increase our patrols and be vigilant."
As the meeting went on, Ritsuka and Mash gathered valuable intel about the patrol routes and the search strategies. They also learned about a secret passage in the forest that could be their way into Charlemagne's stronghold.
When the meeting ended, they slipped out unnoticed and regrouped with Ophelia and Kadoc. "We have what we need," Ritsuka said, sharing the information. "Let's get back to the Shadow Border and plan our next move."
Back at the Shadow Border, they laid out a map of the forest and marked the patrol routes and the secret passage. "This is our way in," Ritsuka said, pointing to the passage. "But we'll need to be careful. If we get caught, it's over."
"We'll be ready," Mash said determinedly.
As they finalized their plans, they knew the real challenge was just beginning. They had to infiltrate Charlemagne's stronghold, face his knights, and ultimately confront the lost belt king himself. The fate of their mission and the world rested on their shoulders.
People ask me, why I do the thing I do, why I do what I do or why do it be a king
A voice said as memory's played as it was a gray type of flash back as images of Roland, Astolfo and Bradamante are shows.
Why am I an immortal king ruling over this list belt
As images of many people, man, woman and children are shown, smiling as they looked at the person there king Charlemage back at them.
Why do I still feel this way, why do I rule over a dying world, my rule has put thsu human history into a lostbelt or lost world, for me it is simple me and my knight maybe have become Devin entity's, it doesn't mean I can't still rule over my people to see then smile, this is my dream my goal, and my life mission in all honesty i am stilk thr same adventure i use to be, and to protect my people if i have tk wipe out proper humant history so be it, as uncool as that is
Charlemage finally stopped taking and opens his eyes, as he looked at the person Infront of him it was servanr from proper human history that he allows into his castle, these were Jaune d arc, Napoleon, Queen Elizabeth, pope Johanna as he looked at thr french servant
Charlegame eyes meet each of them. Now tell, if my reason was valid enough all of you said you will join, now will you join me
The room fell silent as Charlemagne's words hung in the air. The four servants from proper human history, Jeanne d'Arc, Napoleon, Queen Elizabeth, and Pope Johanna, each considered his proposition carefully. The weight of their decision was evident in their expressions.
Jeanne d'Arc stepped forward first, her gaze steady and determined. "Charlemagne, your dream of ruling a land where your people are happy and safe is noble. But to achieve it by wiping out proper human history? That is a path fraught with peril. I cannot stand by such an act, for it goes against everything I have fought for."
Napoleon, with his characteristic confidence, nodded in agreement. "Jeanne's right. While I admire your ambition and your resolve to protect your people, sacrificing the entirety of proper human history is too high a price. There must be another way."
Queen Elizabeth, regal and composed, added, "As a ruler, I understand the burden you carry. But the preservation of history and the natural course of humanity are paramount. To erase that for the sake of a single lost belt is not something I can condone."
Finally, Pope Johanna, her presence serene yet commanding, spoke. "Charlemagne, your heart is in the right place, but your method is misguided. As a servant of proper human history, my duty is to protect the sanctity of our world and its timeline. I cannot join you in this endeavor."
Charlemagne listened intently to each of them, his expression contemplative. He understood their positions and respected their convictions. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken thoughts.
"I see," Charlemagne said quietly, his gaze still locked on the four servants. "Your loyalty to proper human history is admirable. I had hoped you might see the potential for a new future, but I respect your choices."
Jeanne stepped forward again, her eyes softening. "Charlemagne, we do not wish to be your enemies. If there is any way to find a solution that preserves both your people and proper human history, we will stand by your side."
Charlemagne's expression remained stoic, but there was a hint of a smile. "Thank you, Jeanne. Perhaps there is still hope for a solution that can satisfy us all. Until then, we shall remain on opposite sides."
The four servants bowed respectfully and turned to leave the grand hall. Charlemagne watched them go, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions and strategies. The path ahead was uncertain, but he was determined to find a way to protect his people without destroying the fabric of human history.
As the doors closed behind them, Charlemagne sighed, his resolve hardening. "I will find a way," he whispered to himself. "For my people, for my knights, and for the future I envision."
In the shadowy corners of the castle, his loyal knights awaited his command, ready to support him in whatever path he chose. The battle for the future was just beginning, and Charlemagne knew he would need all his strength and wisdom to navigate the challenges ahead.
As the four servant were leaving the castle the words of Charlemage as Johanna stopped as the other 3 move as Jeanne stopped and looked at her
Jeanne looked at her fellow servants as she spoke. Is something wrong.
Johanna looked at Jeanne as she spoke. I have been going through his words and I will be joining Charlemage, look at this Lostbelt, fell is mana, a perfect king, happy people, this no hell or dead end it is an Error, so I have decide to work wirh Charlemage.
The group was shocked as out of all of them Napoleon was the first one to speak. Miss pope are you saying you will be defecting
Johanna sight and looked at Napoleon. Yes in all Honesty, I don't think I will work for proper human history, my whole exgistion is a lie made by people I am no more the a pure character from fiction even me being recorded in the throne of her is a joke, how funny a ruler who is a joke, I don't exgisyin proper giant history then why should I not fight for this lostbelt and the people it, where I do have a chance to be real.
The revelation left the group in stunned silence. Jeanne d'Arc, ever the steadfast and principled servant, struggled to reconcile Johanna's decision with her own beliefs. The implications of Johanna's words weighed heavily on her.
"Johanna," Jeanne began, her voice filled with a mix of empathy and determination, "I understand your feelings, your sense of being out of place. But joining Charlemagne means opposing everything we stand for, everything we've fought to protect."
Johanna met Jeanne's gaze with a resolute expression. "Jeanne, my existence is an anomaly, a product of myth and legend. In this lostbelt, I have the chance to be more than a mere fabrication. I can be real, and I can help these people thrive. I have made my choice."
Napoleon stepped forward, his demeanor serious but respectful. "Miss Pope, I respect your decision, even if I cannot agree with it. This lostbelt, no matter how ideal it seems, is still a distortion of history. But if this is truly your path, then I wish you well."
Queen Elizabeth, though saddened by the turn of events, spoke with regal grace. "Johanna, your resolve is admirable. While our paths diverge here, I hope that one day, we might find common ground again."
Jeanne took a deep breath, her conviction unshaken despite the internal conflict. "Johanna, we cannot stop you, but know that we will fight to preserve the true history. If our paths cross again, it will be as adversaries. I pray that you find the peace you seek."
Johanna nodded, a mixture of relief and sorrow in her eyes. "Thank you, Jeanne. May your journey be guided by light."
With that, Johanna turned back toward the castle, her mind set on aiding Charlemagne and his knights. Jeanne, Napoleon, and Queen Elizabeth watched her go, their hearts heavy but their resolve unbroken.
As they continued their journey, Napoleon broke the silence. "We must stay focused. This lostbelt holds many challenges, and we need to be prepared for whatever comes our way."
Jeanne nodded, her determination renewed. "Indeed. We must find a way to counter Charlemagne and protect proper human history."
Queen Elizabeth added, "Our mission is clear. Let us proceed with caution and strength."
The trio continued through the forest, their minds sharp and their spirits unwavering. The battle for the lostbelt had only just begun, and they were determined to see it through to the end, no matter the cost.
To be continued
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