Crazy Britain:They’re All Raising Me

With Artoria realizing that Frankenstein now possessed incredibly powerful regenerative abilities, she was finally able to unleash her full strength—and the tide of battle swiftly turned in their favor.

Green lightning crackled through the air as Frankenstein swung her thunder-wreathed Maiden's Chastity, charging at Artoria. But Artoria remained composed, raising her sword-staff calmly before flicking it forward. The weapon transformed into a streak of light, striking Frankenstein once more and sending her flying.

Now appearing in her Holy Sword Fairy form, Artoria could practically be considered a Grand Saber candidate—her performance clearly among the top tier of Servants. No matter how fiercely Frankenstein attacked, Artoria would simply repel her with ease.

"So cool…"

Watching her effortlessly and elegantly suppress the nightmare-transformed Frankenstein, Ritsuka Fujimaru's eyes sparkled with admiration.

Wonderful! With Artoria-san up close and Mr. Hyde supporting from afar, there's no way this Singularity won't be a breeze!

But contrary to Ritsuka's optimism, Artoria's expression only grew more grave after each blow she landed on Frankenstein.

—Time was running out.

From the moment the blood moon appeared, they had less than two hours before this round of the dreamscape ended. Even though it seemed like she had Frankenstein completely suppressed, her goal wasn't merely to beat her down.

She needed to find a way to calm Frankenstein down—only then could Frankenstein help Guinevere. But looking at how things were going, it was clear that brute force alone wasn't going to snap her out of it.

So then… what would work?

Despite all her previous confidence, saying that Guinevere should rely on her, she now found herself at a total loss—and growing increasingly anxious.

How do I wake her up…

Staring at Frankenstein, who had once again recovered completely under her healing lightning, Artoria's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

But just as she braced herself for Frankenstein's next charge, the nightmare Servant suddenly paused—turning her head as if sensing something. She looked off into the distance.

Then, rather than charging again, Frankenstein turned around—and fled.

"…Huh?" Artoria blinked, momentarily stunned. Then she barked,

"After her!"

Her body flashed and she turned into a streak of light, chasing after Frankenstein without hesitation.

She couldn't afford to let Frankenstein escape. If she did, there'd be no way to revive Guinevere…

But at the same time, Artoria didn't try to stop her either. She trailed at a measured distance, hoping to see where Frankenstein was heading—perhaps it would provide a breakthrough.

Eventually, after following Frankenstein for some distance, the group saw her stop before a cemetery. Without hesitation, she barreled through the gate and rushed inside.

"A cemetery? Why here?"

Everyone was confused by the sight—but they still followed her inside. There, in the heart of the graveyard, Frankenstein had driven her Maiden's Chastity into the ground.

"…Ugh… wake up…"

"…Don't want to… be alone anymore…"

As her strange murmurs echoed through the graveyard, the spherical head of her iron hammer cracked open and began to spin. A torrent of green lightning burst out from it, flooding the graveyard.

"Wait—this is dangerous!"

Artoria turned to shout a warning—but when she did, she realized Guinevere had already swept into action. One hand carrying Ritsuka Fujimaru over his shoulder, the other pulling Mash by the wrist, he leapt out in a single bound—clearing the cemetery in an instant.

"You…"

Startled, Artoria quickly followed in a burst of light. The very next moment, green lightning erupted behind her like a growing tree, obliterating the entire graveyard in a storm of destruction.

—

Outside the cemetery, Artoria immediately turned to glare at Guinevere.

"You sure were quick to rescue them… Ever consider helping me out?"

"Huh?" Guinevere blinked. "Aren't you the one who just goes shoom and turns into light? What could I have done?"

"…Okay. Fair point."

Though annoyed, Artoria had to admit he had a good argument. Begrudgingly, she turned her gaze back toward the cemetery.

Still… she'd remember this.

But as she did, she caught sight of something bizarre—inside the charred graveyard, the blackened soil began to shift. Then, pale hands emerged, brushing the dirt aside.

One after another, decayed corpses clawed their way up from the earth like a scene from a zombie movie. They groaned, stumbling toward them with slow, dragging steps.

Artoria instinctively released a burst of magical energy—and instantly blew a horde of zombies to pieces.

"…Huh?"

She froze, baffled.

Everything about this suggested Frankenstein's nightmare self should've been powerful. Even Guinevere's hand had gone completely numb from just touching her lightning. The massive spell she cast just now, that green thunder tree—it had to be a major move.

So how come these summoned corpses were so weak?

"What the… is this it?"

While she struggled to understand, Frankenstein gazed at the zombies herself. Though she had summoned them, her expression was full of sorrow upon seeing their mindless, hollow forms. She collapsed to the ground, her aggression evaporating, mumbling to herself:

"…Why…"

"…Not the same… can't make… companions…"

"Companions?"

Ritsuka suddenly clapped her hands.

"I get it! I think I've figured out Frankenstein-san's power!"

"What?" All eyes turned to her.

"Didn't Mr. Hyde say we needed Frankenstein-san's help to resurrect someone? Something about some electrical converter mechanism?"

"You mean… all of her lightning has necromantic revival effects now?" Guinevere asked.

"Exactly!" Ritsuka nodded. "After all, Frankenstein-san was made using that kind of black-tech by Professor Victor, right? And what she's always longed for… was a companion who could love her. So it makes sense her nightmare self would manifest that desire as a power—to bring back the dead!"

"But wait," Artoria shook her head, "if all her lightning had revival effects, then shouldn't Guine—Hyde—have returned to normal when he touched it? Why did he lose function in his arm instead?"

"That's the problem," Ritsuka said. "I might be wrong, but in human history, isn't it true that in the original novel Frankenstein, Victor had to piece together a fully intact body before he could bring it to life?"

"That's right," Guinevere nodded. "Victor's notes clearly say that resurrection required a complete, functional body. If there were fatal wounds or critical damage, the revived would die again even if awakened with bioelectricity. But… I wasn't hurt."

jiu 1ss jiu ling san qi jiu ba (translator's note: glitch artifact, ignore)

"Really?" Ritsuka gave him a side-eye. "Mr. Hyde, you think having all your blood drained doesn't count as a fatal injury?"

"…Crap."

Guinevere smacked his forehead—he finally got it.

He had completely overlooked the fact that before he took over the body, it had been fatally injured—drained of blood to the brink of death. Even though he'd remained unscathed afterward, the body hadn't started in perfect condition.

So of course, when his hand touched the green lightning, the curse of undeath was lifted. That arm was now a human arm again—but with no blood, it couldn't move.

"Now that we've found the issue, it's time to fix it," Ritsuka said. "Mr. Hyde, you need to get a blood transfusion—then take another electric shock from Frankenstein. That'll bring you back to life properly. The good news is, even if she doesn't wake up, we can still revive you."

"Hmm…" Guinevere hesitated.

"No time," Artoria cut in sharply. "We've dragged this battle out too long. The dream's about to end. There's no way we'll have enough time to draw blood, return here, and zap you."

She turned to him, eyes resolute.

"Your demon form can treat any blood you consume as your own, right? Then transform—and take mine. That way, you'll be fine."

"No way. And what about you?" Guinevere shook his head. "You're asking me to trade your life for mine?"

"And you want me to just watch you die?" Artoria snapped.

"Um, excuse me, you two," Ritsuka raised a hand. "I think you've both wandered off track. If it were just Artoria-san, then yes, the blood might not be enough. But there's more than one of us here, right?"

"A typical person faces danger after losing 20% of their blood, but won't die immediately until they hit 30%. They'll fall into shock first, but not die if treatment comes soon. And you said, as long as we're alive when the dream ends, we'll be fine in the real world, right?"

She clapped her hands again, eyes gleaming like a gambler placing a final bet.

"Then we just each give 25–30% of our blood. We'll be immobilized, sure—but if we time it right, no one dies. Mr. Hyde gets enough blood to survive, and being a demon, he's tougher anyway. Then, zap—Frankenstein revives him."

"Voilà. Everyone lives."

The moment she finished, both Guinevere and Artoria stared at her like she'd transformed before their eyes.

"…In theory, that does sound doable," Guinevere said slowly. "But are you really willing to take that risk for me? People's tolerance varies—and if the timing's off, you or Mash could die."

"Not me," Mash spoke up. "The Servant I'm fused with has extremely strong vitality. I can lose 30–40% and still be okay. The only one taking a real risk is Senpai."

Guinevere turned to Ritsuka, dumbfounded.

"You're really willing to gamble your life for me?"

"Why not?" Ritsuka replied with a bright, serene smile. "It's a maid's job to take care of her master, isn't it?"

"Though, in return… you'd better protect me until this Singularity is resolved."

She winked, sticking out her tongue.