Crazy Britain:They’re All Raising Me

Although FGO players are often jokingly referred to as having diverse XP, and there are all kinds of monsters and freaks among the Servants, when it comes to pure furries, Edison truly takes the lead in FGO—his "furry" level even surpasses that of the little bull.

At least the little bull still looks somewhat human, but Edison here is basically not even human anymore.

It must be said that this bizarre character design is quite clever. After all, Edison becoming Edison the Beast, as a capitalist, fits the setting perfectly—after all, a patent king who loves to plagiarize his subordinates' research results and spouts lies, isn't that a beast?

"So, what's with all the surprised expressions, everyone?"

In response to the group's astonished looks, Edison the Beast continued:

"Let me introduce myself. I am Thomas Alva Edison, the President King of the United States, entrusted with the task of crushing those Celtic barbarians!"

"... Are you sure you're Edison, and not some chimera?" Even Nightingale, a Berserker, couldn't help but ask.

"Of course! So, you must be Miss Nightingale? Just as the report said, you're truly beautiful... Though, unfortunately, we didn't have the chance to meet in our lifetime, but as someone who isn't suited for the battlefield, I deeply respect your convictions and rationality. Please lend me a hand, not only in medical matters but also in boosting the morale of my soldiers."

Up until here, his words seemed quite normal, but his next sentence quickly revealed his true nature:

"You, being a living advertisement, will definitely have an unimaginable effect! Hahahahaha—"

After this, Edison the Beast launched into a long speech, mostly explaining the development of this particular singularity. During this, he heavily promoted his own wisdom and achievements, boasting things like:

"Thanks to my proposal for a new country and military system, the front line didn't collapse."

"The foolish barbarians dared to compete with me in production."

"My mechanized army will soon cover this land."

He also took a few jabs at a certain absent Thunder Master.

Then, he smoothly transitioned to recruiting them:

"However, even though we command a large army, we don't have a trump card. In terms of the quality of Servants, we're greatly lacking compared to the Eastern Army. The only ones who can defeat Servants are other Servants, but among my Servants, including myself, there are only three. The others summoned are all scattered, completely unwilling to follow me."

"... This..."

After Edison the Beast described his various difficulties, even starting to growl with frustration, Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka exchanged a cautious look before carefully speaking up:

"Um... if you really plan to save the world, we wouldn't hesitate to help..."

Upon hearing this, Edison's face lit up with joy:

"Oh! You really are a sensible young lady!"

"No, please wait, before that, I have two questions..."

At this moment, Nightingale, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up:

"The first question: On the way here, I saw many robots. Was that your idea?"

"That's right!" Edison the Beast laughed loudly. "This is my solution for saving this era—national unity, citizens working together, regardless of age or gender, all transformed into soldiers serving the nation! Although due to efficiency issues, I haven't been able to transform everyone yet, but no worries! One day, all citizens will become part of the mechanized army, serving the nation!"

"No, wait, are you saying that the Babich gentlemen who escorted us here were originally humans transformed into machines?" Mash asked in shock.

"Oh? You mean my mechanized infantry? I see you've already met Babich! It looks like you've been to 19th century England. However, it seems he failed, as you are here... But we won't fail. These mechanized infantry are different from Babich's creations! What I've done is a technological hybrid modification that surpasses all limits!"

"Please, let's stay on topic, Edison the Beast," Guinevere interjected calmly.

"Our question is, were these mechanized infantry the result of transforming humans?"

"... Yes," Edison hesitated slightly before nodding, "In order for the citizens to fight like soldiers and have the ability to work twenty hours a day, I designed these mechanized soldiers. But don't worry, even if there are no citizens, these mechanized soldiers can continue to be mass-produced on the assembly line!"

"Wait, did you say they work how many hours a day?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"Twenty hours?!"

"Yes! That's right. I've also established a surveillance system to ensure they never rest," Edison nodded confidently.

"Right, quite the beast, no wonder you're the capitalist of capitalists." Although Guinevere had already seen this in the game's plot, hearing such unapologetic statements in real life still made his hands itch.

He had a sudden urge to find a streetlamp and a rope to hang the beast from.

"... So, the second question," After a brief silence, Nightingale asked again, "How do you plan to save the world?"

"This—just by obtaining the Holy Grail," Mash spoke up. "Caldea will be responsible for correcting the timeline..."

"—No. That's unnecessary," Edison suddenly interrupted. "Once I get the Holy Grail, I can make some slight modifications, preventing this era from turning to ash. This way, America, completely separated from other timelines, will be born."

"But if that happens, what will happen to the other timelines?" Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but ask.

"Well... they'll probably be destroyed," Edison said after a moment of thought.

"Then that's pointless, isn't it?" Mash exclaimed in shock.

"What are you talking about?" Edison gave a smug smile. "Isn't this highly meaningful? Everything else will be destroyed, and America will stand forever. This is the greatest significance!"

"Ugh!"

Before Edison could finish his sentence, a shadow with red lightning suddenly flew toward his face. Before he could react, a golden spear was hurled from somewhere above, piercing through the hall's ceiling and landing right in front of Edison, blocking the shield Guinevere had thrown.

"It's blocked... Is that Karna? Fast reaction, seems like he's been on guard this whole time?"

Catching the shield that bounced back, Guinevere looked at the angry and shocked Edison and shook his head.

"I have to say, your words really match my expectations of America. Truly, this is so... so American."

"The aura in your body clearly carries the intent to fight. It was because I sensed this that I kept on guard."

A calm male voice echoed from the air. Soon, a white-haired young man, dressed in golden armor and black tight clothing, descended from the hole in the ceiling created by the spear, his expression serious.

It was none other than one of the three golden heroes of Type-Moon—Karna, the great hero from India's ancient epic Mahabharata.

"Unexpected Servant appearance, coming from directly above? Wait, what's this spiritual foundation reading? Oh no, this is a top-tier Servant!"

Meanwhile, the spiritual projection light activated, and Roman's surprised voice came through the hologram.

"Did Guinevere just call him Karna? The great hero Karna from India?!"

"Yeah, after all, the distinctive golden armor that gods can't penetrate and the god-killing spear are a dead giveaway."

Guinevere smiled.

"From the very beginning, you never had any intention of negotiating peacefully, did you?"

With a motion, Karna summoned the golden spear back into his hand and pointed it toward Guinevere, slowly speaking.

"Please," Guinevere smiled, "After all, Edison's quite a famous character. I never thought he would simply agree to help us save humanity from the start."

With that, he also extended his hand, and with a flash of light, Vick's spear appeared in his grasp.

Though Guinevere regretted not being able to finish Edison off with a single blow, facing Karna—the best fighter among the three golden heroes—wasn't too bad either.

After all, the "War Frenzy" title still appeared in his character stats.

Unlike the Sword Saint and the Blood Prince, who never developed an obsession with combat, at this moment, as the embodiment of the Northern King, Guinevere was a true battle maniac.

But before the battle began, Guinevere turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka, who appeared somewhat flustered, and smiled:

"Well, now that we've reached this point, it's clear we can't talk things out with Edison, right? I'll go ahead and fight, you won't mind, will you?"

Upon seeing Guinevere's calm expression, Fujimaru Ritsuka paused for a moment, then quickly regained her composure.

"So, all of this was within your expectations, Master?"

"Sort of," Guinevere nodded, then casually remarked, "I've heard some rumors about a top-tier Servant on the Western Army's side in this singularity."

"You knew this, and you still decided to fight?" Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed thoughtful. "Do you think you can win?"

"Please, don't jinx it before the battle starts... But fine," Guinevere shook his head and smiled. "Honestly, I can't think of a way I could lose."

"Got it!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded and decisively said,

"In that case, leave Helena and Edison to us! I won't let them interfere with your battle, Master!"

"Are you done?"

While Guinevere and Fujimaru Ritsuka were speaking, Karna didn't interrupt, patiently waiting. When Guinevere finally looked back at him, Karna nodded and said:

"Is this your declaration of victory? I see, you're a Servant who's confident in your skills. Shall we change the battlefield? It's unlikely we can fully unleash our powers here."

"Sure."

At Karna's invitation, Guinevere didn't hesitate and agreed. They quickly leaped out of the gap in the roof and left the fortress, heading to the barren wilderness.

Once both sides were ready... the battle began instantly.

No words needed, the battle spear crackled with red dragon lightning as the spear imbued with the power of the sun shot forward, aiming straight at the opponent's body.

There was no intention to defend; both sides were resolute, prepared to die by each other's hand if needed, each knowing the other would be struck down in the process.

It was like playing some kind of brave game.

But just as their bodies were about to be pierced, and the distance between them and their weapons was mere half a meter, they both moved—Karna's ungrasped hand waved, and the golden sun wheels floating by his sides flew forward to block Guinevere's spear.

At the same moment, Guinevere's other hand reached into the air and swirled—suddenly, the wind turned into a blade, slashing at the side of Karna's spear, diverting its path and shifting its target from Guinevere's heart to his abdomen.

With a sharp metallic crash, Karna was sent flying, and midair, he had to thrust his spear into the ground to stop his momentum.

"... Remarkable,"

Karna looked down at the deep wound on his body, feeling the surging blood inside. He murmured,

"Even with the golden armor reducing the damage to a tenth, it's still this strong—you're undoubtedly a legendary hero of unmatched strength."

"But why didn't you just deflect my attack completely? You could've done it, right?"

He looked up at Guinevere, especially at the wound on his abdomen, and asked.

Before Guinevere could answer, however, a fiercer and faster attack came toward him.

"Of course, it's to pressure the bloodline..."

As Guinevere's voice rang out, his spear had already pinned Karna to the ground.