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"Ok!"

As if afraid of saying the wrong thing, after Mordred finished answering Ian, he looked in a similar direction for a while.

"That's right—!"

"It's a red-haired girl!"

"..."

Ian had a bad feeling.

He looked at Mashu and found that Mashu was also looking at him.

He knew she had realized it too.

"Mash, do you think that girl... could be Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

"Maybe so," Mashu said with a worried expression.

"After all, in the intelligence I know..."

"Fujimaru Ritsuka is a red-haired girl, lol."

"Did the information reveal any special driving techniques she might have?"

"That's not true."

Ian's throat bobbed.

His intuition told him that the helicopter's situation was far more serious than it appeared.

Ian thought for a moment and then said:

“Mashu, I think we should try to stop the helicopter.”

“Yes, Mashu nodded. “Senpai, you’re right.”

"That--"

Ian looked up at the sky filled with snowflakes.

Although he couldn't see the target Mordred spoke of, he knew he had no need to doubt what she was seeing, because of his absolute trust in her.

After much deliberation, Ian began to issue orders;

"Mash, could you please go and inform the people at Chaldea? They might need some emergency medical assistance."

"okay!"

Mash immediately took action upon receiving Ian's instructions.

Seeing that she was acting according to his instructions, Ian then spoke to Mordred beside him:

"With such heavy snow, do you have any directions?"

"Guidelines? What guidelines?"

"For example, is it possible to achieve something like light reaching the sky?"

"I happen to know how to do that!"

"Clarent, the King's Sword of Brilliance!"

As Mordred uttered these words, a silver blade gleaming with dazzling light appeared in her hand.

"So--"

"I'm going to start!"

“Hmm.” Ian nodded.

Having received permission, Mordred gripped his silver cross sword with both hands.

Her pupils gradually changed from a deep green to a sea-like blue.

Ian could sense that Mordred was concentrating the magic within her body onto her radiant sword, Clarent.

He remembered that this act was referred to as the "True Name Release" of a Noble Phantasm in the magic books that Ophelia had brought.

but--

Judging from the current situation...

Perhaps it did not achieve complete liberation, but was merely a partial power increase to meet the condition of "brightness".

Buzz.

The radiant Clarent sword emitted a beam of light that shot straight into the sky.

This phenomenon is remarkably similar to the true name release of Excalibur, except that the color it emits is closer to silver.

"Master, I did it!"

Mordred, gripping the gleaming sword Clarent with both hands, turned to Ian for credit.

“Yes, very good.” Ian nodded.

"Next, let's try to get that helicopter's attention!"

"it is good--!"

"I see."

Mordred immediately sprang into action upon receiving the order.

She may not be very opinionated, but she is very good at following orders.

Lanlanlan—!

Under Mordred's control, the Brilliant King's Sword (Clarent) began to sway in the sky above Chaldea.

The treasures of ancient Britain now function like modern lighting tools.

From a distance, it looks like a lighthouse on the seashore, trying to provide sufficient guidance for returning helicopters.

It's snowing heavily.

Ian had no way of judging by his own eyes whether the guidance from the Noble Phantasm would be effective enough for the helicopter where Fujimaru Ritsuka was.

He turned to Mordred, who was standing nearby, and asked him what was going on.

"Modred, is the helicopter approaching?"

"Let me see."

The blonde girl maintained her attack power with the Clarent sword while looking towards the spot she had just pointed to.

"It seems to be spinning in circles."

"Did they not notice your light?" Ian made his judgment.

"do not know."

"In that case—"

Ian made up his mind.

"Mordred, let the light of Clarent shine even brighter."

"This……"

Mordred looked hesitant.

"I don't really care."

"If this continues, I'll have to use your magic. Is that really okay?"

"You can rest assured."

Ian looked at Mordred, his expression full of confidence.

“Your father is not the kind of person who will fall down easily.”

"..."

Mordred fell silent.

She simply gripped the gleaming sword Clarent in her hand even tighter.

The light emanating from the Noble Phantasm grew even stronger, as if the sky itself had been illuminated.

The snow fell in the white light, tinged with an extraordinary silvery glow.

Ian could feel Mordred drawing magic from his body.

However, he also confirmed that the magic that had been used had become the key to the effectiveness of the Clarent sword.

He can withstand this kind of strain.

"Did you get a response this time?"

Ian asked again.

"There is."

After a brief observation, Mordred answered directly.

However, she quickly showed a surprised expression.

But something doesn't seem right!

"Something's not right?!"

"Yes!"

Mordred looked ahead.

"It looks like it's charging towards us!"

"what?!"

As Mordred uttered those words, Ian also noticed something.

Amidst the heavy snow, a helicopter appeared, swaying precariously.

And in the driver's seat was a red-haired girl.

Although it was their first meeting, the information they had exchanged before was enough to confirm that she was Fujimaru Ritsuka.