The march against Camilla will not change with one more person or one less person.

Fujimaru Rika tried to communicate with the other party, but the doll girl in the wedding dress could only babble and couldn't say a complete sentence at all, and Fujimaru Rika couldn't understand the gestures.

I asked Baichang Hassan, but it was unfortunate that Baichang Hassan's 100 skills did not include sign language.

She didn't hurry, she followed Fujimaru Rika, and a pair of eyes under the hair curtain, like clean gems, stared at her closely.

It's like a newborn fledgling who recognizes its mother, and only follows Rika Fujimaru closely.

As a last resort, Rika Fujimaru could only leave her alone for the time being and solve Camila first.

Because......

Regardless, Vlad III was too irritable to do anything, apparently agitated by the presence of vampires, and showed similar emotions several times.

The group again moved towards Camila Castle to the northwest.

This time, however, there are far fewer zombies.

It seems that there is some kind of power that assists them in cleaning up the zombies.

Is there someone helping?

Or is it that because of the previous uproar, the zombies have been attracted to a certain place?

I don't know, Fujimaru Rika is really too lazy to think about why the enemy is not in this kind of thing - how good it is that people are not here, don't look forward to people again.

This is known as Murphy's Law: if you doubt that the worst will happen, the worst will happen.

To put it bluntly, don't keep muttering "I wish I didn't do anything" or anything like that. This kind of sentence structure has been proven in various animated films, as long as you mutter, there is bound to happen something that you don't want to happen.

Of course, sometimes this law doesn't work. For example, when Fujimaru Rika knew this law, she kept praying: I hope I don't have money in my life, I hope I can't find a tall, handsome, romantic, and golden person in my life, who loves him very much, preferably an actor, and the other party's parents will not object to their son falling in love and marrying an ordinary female high school student with two children, and it is best to be a handsome boyfriend of a dragon and phoenix fetus.

As a result, these two outcomes that she didn't want to happen at all just didn't happen, isn't this guy named Murphy a liar?

Anyway, now that there are fewer zombies, that's a good thing.

Fujimaru Rika and his party continued to walk north, towards Camilla's castle - hoping that there would be no waves along the way, and that they could reach the castle, and if Camilla was destroyed, it would be over. Unfortunately, things can always change.

Just when Fujimaru Rikka rode on the head of the golden time, as if she had become a three-meter-tall woman, she suddenly noticed a staggering figure in front of her.

It looks like a very small one—Rika Fujimaru loves to die like this kind of riding on someone else's shoulder or neck, condescendingly, as if everyone else is a little man's perspective—wearing a black cloak and silver hair, stumbling step by step, as if he was still injured, and after a few steps, a little blood is left on the ground.

"Naa! Golden time! Look over there! Is it anyone? ”

"Yes."

It was Circe who answered her, and the Greek Lady of the Rare World glanced in that direction, but she was not angry, and answered casually.

"Let's go save her!"

"Against. Let's not talk about whether it's a trap or not, but we're going to face off against Camilla now, and there's room for a burden. ”

"Well, it's okay to help, right?"

Fujimaru Rika unwillingly suggested: "Give her treatment, send some food and medicine, etc." ”

"Don't be naïve, my Miss Tachika."

Circe shrugged, and the eagle feather shook with a small shake of his shoulders, making a rustling sound.

"How can we have food and medicine! Have you forgotten that when we escaped from that room, everything we ate was inside? ”

“………… That's right! ”

Fujimaru Rika patted her head and reacted.

"That's really sorry."

Fujimaru Rika whispered an apology to the stumbling girl over there.

The group continued to move, and Circe continued, as if he was still unwilling: "Moreover, you have to be more vigilant, have you forgotten that we were attacked when we first came to the special point...... Although I can't remember who attacked us, plus what happened to Jekyll Head, don't you think you should be more vigilant? And I'm a witch of Greece! As a witch, you have to be rational enough, and you must have the demonic nature to seduce people to fall, and you can't just go to ...... casually."

"But I'm not a witch......"

Fujimaru Rika muttered quietly, and Circe would sometimes be unexpectedly verbose.

(And, although she crossed it, it was okay to forget who attacked her?) I'm embarrassed to say I'm a big witch! ）

Fujimaru Rika thought unconvinced.

(When I first came, it was obviously ............ who attacked me.) Yes...... Not impressed...... So, so what! I'm just a lowly victim! How can Circe, who wants to protect me, forget who attacked! ）

The argument between the two people grew louder and louder, and the other servants were wise enough not to quarrel with the two women.

This kind of thing is not right no matter how mixed it is, as a man, don't think that you can talk about women.

Let Vlad III Sakata Kintoki go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and it is not a matter to kill hundreds of thousands of people, but let them mediate the conflict between the two women.

Just when the conflict between the two escalated and the argument became louder and louder, the silver-haired girl in black heard it, turned around, and a pair of emerald eyes regained color in an instant, she smelled the smell, and trotted in the direction of Fujimaru Rika.

"Mom!"

She shouted.

For a moment, Fujimaru Rika thought that Nero was calling her mother, and said that when she became the mother of the Roman emperor, wouldn't she become [mum].

She thought in her heart about this kind of cold joke-level homophonic stalk, and looked back in amazement.

It was a lovely little girl with silver hair, who looked tired and hungry, and she was staggering on her feet, and she was draped over a thick black coat.

She noticed that Fujimaru Rika turned around, followed in two more steps, jumped slightly from Jin Shi's side, and stretched out her arm to Fujimaru Rika: "Mom! ”

"Huh?"

Rika Fujimaru pointed at herself.

Matthew cast a troubled look at her: "Senior, do you already have a daughter!" …… That's not right...... Miss Astarte is brunette, how can her daughter be silver-haired...... He said that the Chaldeans were silver-haired men...... Could it be Queen Mary! Predecessor! I'm going to be killed by Miss Dion! ”

"Hey, hey! Matthew, what strange things are you thinking! And! Let's not say that I don't have a daughter, why do I have to have a daughter with a girl! It's strange who you're suspicious of! ”