"Waaah! President King isn't some man-eating demon, waaah!"
Helena tried her best. She explained to all the villagers that Edison was a kind-hearted king who was a vegetarian!
But no one believed her.
A villager asked her, "Does Edison really have a lion's head?"
Helena stammered, then finally nodded.
And that's when she heard comments like:
"A lion, and he's a vegetarian? Who are you trying to fool?!"
Feeling quite dejected, Helena crouched in a corner of the Vimana, drawing circles and weeping.
Karna saw Rama, who looked very awkward. His current situation was quite undignified.
"What happened to your injury? For you to be hurt like this, given your strength."
Karna asked, puzzled.
"Heh heh, I was careless. I didn't dodge, just took a direct hit from his spear. Who knew his attack carried such a troublesome curse?"
Rama said, a bit embarrassed.
"Was your opponent a Lancer?"
Hearing that Rama was injured by a spear, Karna frowned.
"Not exactly. More accurately, he's a Berserker, but his weapon is a spear. Have you heard of the Hound of Culann? That's Cú Chulainn."
Rama had fought Cú Chulainn earlier and was ultimately pierced through the heart. If not for his unique body, he would have died long ago.
But now, even though he wouldn't die immediately, the curse on the wound prevented it from healing. It remained open, preventing him from exerting his full power.
"Cú Chulainn, huh… He's the final boss this time. If he could wound you like that, his strength shouldn't be bad at all. Good, I must challenge him if I get the chance."
Karna didn't have many hobbies, just two: fighting powerful opponents and fighting Arjuna. Either way, it was fighting.
"Heh, then you can't be careless when the time comes. His spear has already become the Beast's Fang; it could devour your body at any moment. I'm a prime example."
Rama said, a bit self-deprecatingly. He hadn't expected to see Karna here. Meeting an old friend in a foreign land was usually a happy occasion. If it were peacetime, he might have let go of his obsession and returned directly to the Throne of Heroes.
But not now. He still had someone to find.
"I will. I want to see if his fangs are sharper, or if my spear is more incisive. Come on, I'll take you back."
Karna finished speaking and reached out to carry Rama on his back.
"Huh? Where are we going?"
Rama looked speechless. He had been carried far too much today.
"I'm taking you to see my Master. He has incredibly powerful healing abilities; he might be able to cure your injuries."
Karna had witnessed Mo Shuying heal Achilles, which was practically bringing him back from the dead.
"Really? Wait, your Master? You actually have a Master now!"
Rama looked astonished. Who could impress the proud Karna enough to gain his recognition?!
"Hmph, don't make such a fuss. Come on, don't delay any longer."
With that, Karna carried Rama out of the room.
Child Gil seemed to have known Karna was coming out and turned to look, then waved.
Karna walked towards the Vimana. Child Gil spoke to Nightingale and Geronimo.
"I have a suggestion for you: head southwest. The current Edison truly is a good person and can offer you protection. This place is already exposed and unsafe. If you stay here, enemies will soon return in force, and by then, we won't be able to save you again."
After saying this, Karna, still carrying Rama, jumped onto the ship.
Geronimo and Nightingale watched the Vimana soar into the sky, its flames billowing, quickly disappearing into the horizon.
"Mr. Geronimo… what should we do next?"
A villager asked Geronimo. The village had survived until now under Geronimo's protection, and he had long become the villagers' backbone.
"Sigh, what do you all think? I don't think they have any reason to lie to us. If the southwest truly is our refuge, are you willing to go?"
Geronimo looked at the crowd, his gaze complex.
"Uh…"
The villagers looked at each other, then finally.
"If we can be protected… actually…"
If they could avoid the battlefield, who would willingly fight to the death?
Geronimo understood and nodded.
"Alright, everyone, go pack your bags. We leave in 15 minutes!"
Geronimo gave the order. Many villagers showed signs of joy and turned to prepare their luggage.
Watching the villagers leave, Geronimo turned to look at Nightingale.
"What does Ms. Nightingale say? Does she want to come along?"
"…"
Nightingale turned to look at Geronimo, her eyes shining with wisdom.
"There are still many injured among you. If they're not treated properly, their wounds could worsen. As a military doctor, it's only natural I accompany you."
"…Thank you."
Geronimo bowed to Nightingale after a few seconds of silence, admiring the woman. Even though she had been summoned as a Berserker, she hadn't forgotten her original profession. Such dedication was truly admirable.
Inside Edison's castle, a large number of Mechanical Dolls had gathered, forming neat formations. Their sheer numbers were astonishing, ready to deploy at any moment.
Furthermore, a great many Mechanical Dolls were rushing towards the castle from all directions. Edison was concentrating his efforts on recalling all his Mechanical Dolls from the field, preparing for a decisive battle to crush the enemy.
Mo Shuying stood on the castle wall, idly watching below. He observed the mechanical warriors, creations born from the fusion of science and Magecraft. With his current mastery of Magecraft, he realized he could actually create such beings too.
And Mo Shuying was confident that a magical doll embedded with a Philosopher's Stone would undoubtedly be a top-tier magical doll. With enough effort, it might even rival a Servant.
Once this thought popped into Mo Shuying's head, he felt a surge of unstoppable ideas. He still had materials on hand, more than enough to create a gigantic magical doll.
In an instant, various imposing figures flashed through Mo Shuying's mind: Ultraman, Armored Giant, Galio, Hulkbuster! Gundam, Jaeger! Decepticons!
Large ones were certainly impressive; who wouldn't like such big guys?
But smaller ones weren't bad either. Mo Shuying began to ponder again when a golden light descended from the sky. Child Gil and the others had returned.
"We're back, Master!"
Karna walked down, carrying Rama on his back, and angled himself so Mo Shuying could see Rama. He continued,
"This is Rama, Mahatma Rama. He's gravely injured. Master, could you please heal him?"
Karna's eyes held a plea. Though Karna appeared cold and was considered an antagonist in the stories, anyone who truly knew him would realize how warm and gentle he was.
"His injuries are cursed. My healing won't work. If the curse can be purified, then it's no problem."
Mo Shuying shrugged. It wasn't that he didn't want to help; he genuinely couldn't.
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