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Nian Zhuo, on the other hand, stared in the direction Jack had fled, his eyes filled with contemplation.

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Nianzhuo frowned, looking in the direction where Jack had disappeared.

However, she couldn't find that sense of reality that she had fought against.

Nian Zhuo had just actually fought Jack the Ripper, but regarding her attacks, strategies, and even skills... he only had a vague impression of them.

“What exactly happened…” Nian Zhuo flexed his wrist, looking at the blade in his hand, but felt no reality. “No… this is not what surprised me the most.”

He touched his cheek, only to find it covered by his mask.

But Nianzhuo himself could sense that the expression on his face should be perfectly calm...

There was no ripple, no panic upon encountering the enemy, nor any joy in defeating them.

It was like a stagnant pool of water, as calm as after lunch...

“Even now that the other party has escaped, I can still think calmly—” Nian Zhuo sheathed his sword and closed his eyes. “My heart… yes, there is no panic.”

Why is that? Is it because I've become stronger? Or is it...?

"I'm gradually losing my emotions as a [human]...?" The second possibility inevitably made Nianzhuo's heart sink. He tapped his head with some lingering fear. "Thankfully... the feeling is still there." But his heavy thoughts did not ease in the slightest.

"Ha—I didn't expect to see you here looking so grumpy as soon as I came out..." However, an unexpected voice rang out in Nian Zhuo's mind. It wasn't the system's emotionless voice... but a somewhat familiar... male voice?

"Hmm? The Great Way of Self-Discipline?" The brain instantly found the source of the problem. The white and blue Eternal dial in the space of his consciousness was flashing, and the man's voice was coming from there: "Why did you suddenly come out?"

"Hmm~? I think I should be asking you that question. How come I can suddenly communicate with you when I'm still in that space?" Da Dao Keji could also see the scene outside. Seeing Nian Zhuo's puzzled expression, he could only believe that he wasn't the culprit. "Never mind, anyway, you have such an interesting expression on your face. Tell me what happened?"

“…That’s not interesting at all.” Nian Zhuo pouted, but right now he really needed someone to confide in who knew everything, so he opened his mouth and told Da Dao Keji about his feelings just now.

"—" After a long silence, just as Nian Zhuo was about to speak, a burst of laughter suddenly erupted from Eternal's watch face, "Hahaha—hahahahahaha!"

"What's so funny!" Nianzhuo felt a little embarrassed and could only shout back at the other person just as loudly.

"Oh dear, I thought it was something important." Inside the dial space, Daido Katsumi, sitting in a chair, almost fell to the ground laughing. "I didn't expect that something so trivial would scare you like this—hahahaha!"

“You—” Listening to the other person’s laughter, Nian Zhuo couldn’t help but clench his teeth, but he… also sensed that there was some other emotion in the other person’s laughter.

"Haha, haha, ha—" The laughter gradually stopped, and Daido Katsumi's voice slowly rang out from the watch face, "It's good that you still worry about things like this—" He took out a harmonica from his pocket.

"You're still afraid of losing your emotions—that's proof you still have emotions, you fool." The harmonica in his hand was somewhat worn and bore the marks of time, but Daido Katsumi still carefully stroked it. "Someone like me who can't die no matter what, can't possibly understand what that feels like."

“All the anger, the emotions… everything was lost when she died.” The image of the girl in white, pure as snow, reappeared before his eyes, and Daido Katsumi couldn’t help but tighten his grip on his harmonica. “So, even when talking about things like this now…”

He slammed his gloved hand hard against his chest, making a dull thud.

“But inside, I’m damnably calm…” His voice trailed off as Daido Katsumi sat back down in his chair, setting his harmonica aside. He looked at his hands. “Even as memories continue to fade, emotions are gradually disappearing… and now, I can count the things I remember on two hands…”

"..." Nian Zhuo fell silent. His hands, which had tightened from the other's laughter, now gripped his own clothes tightly. "Yes—"

"Are you going to apologize to me?!" Suddenly, Da Dao Keji slammed his fist heavily on the table, looking at Nian Zhuo outside who was already frowning. "Are you pitying me?! Kid! Do you think that you, who still have emotions, are superior to me, who has lost all emotions?!" He blocked the words Nian Zhuo was about to say, and an angry expression appeared on Da Dao Keji's face.

“Of course, I have lost human emotions. Even so-called anger is just something that excites me…” The next second, the previous anger disappeared, and Daido Katsumi calmly sat back in his chair. “However, I will never allow someone like you to show me any pity.”

"..." Speechless, Nian Zhuo had no idea what he should do or what the right thing to do was.

"Hey, Nianzhuo." Then, white and blue light particles flew out of Nianzhuo's pocket and landed on the ground in front of him, gradually forming a human figure.

Familiar clothes, familiar hair, familiar appearance.

The person standing before them was none other than Da Dao Ke Ji himself, whom Nian Zhuo had defeated...

"Hey, Nianzhuo." He called Nianzhuo's name again, his gloved fist slamming into Nianzhuo's chest. "—Aren't you still alive?"

"...Alive?" Following the fist, it seemed as if something flowed into Nianzhuo's body.

“Yes, you are still alive, and you still have something that can be called life.” After confirming that the purple-haired girl, the orange-haired girl, and the guy in the golden armor could not see him, Daido Katsumi looked into Nencho’s eyes. “As long as you have life, you can continue to experience the pain, the joy, everything in this world.”

“Emotions? That’s all good!” Da Dao Keji tapped Nian Zhuo’s chest, clearly feeling the other’s heartbeat. “As long as your heart is still beating, you will definitely be able to find what you’ve lost.” Da Dao Keji withdrew his hand, looking at the stunned Nian Zhuo in front of him.

"My heart..." Placing his hand on his chest, Nianzhuo could clearly feel his heart beating faster and faster. "Is that so... I see..." Finally, experiencing the emotion called joy, he smiled.

"...Tch, looks like I've done something pointless again." Looking at the other person's smile, Da Dao Keji reluctantly clicked his tongue, his figure turning into countless particles and returning to Nian Zhuo's pocket. "Just remember this feeling, so don't let me see you again, worrying about the disappearance of emotions in front of someone like me who can't die."

“…Thank you.” Nian Zhuo nodded solemnly. “Mr. Da Dao Ke Ji, thank you for your help.”

"Ha, don't thank me too soon, kid." Back to his arrogant demeanor, Da Dao Keji crossed his legs on a stool and picked up the harmonica on the table. "After all, I am a demon, you know? A demon who wants to drag you down to hell with me." He waved his hand dismissively.

“No, I will not do as you wish.” This time, Nianzhuo’s answer was filled with determination. “Similarly, I will one day liberate you, for the Great Way is self-discipline.”

There was no response; the Eternal's dial remained dark, as if its owner had lost contact.

"Whether it's sadness or anger, I will bear it all and then overcome it," Nian Zhuo continued, raising his head.

Just as he was about to walk toward Mashu and the others, a melodious harmonica tune slowly entered his ears.

"—" Nian Zhuo paused slightly, instantly guessing who it was, and smiled as she continued walking toward Mashu and the others who were waiting for her.

"It's a piece of music that can calm people down..." Nianzhuo muttered softly as she walked toward them, not knowing if she had conveyed it to the person playing it.

On the other side, Nian Zhuo had just returned to the team when he received a friendly pat on the shoulder from Kintaros, which made him twitch the corner of his mouth.

“Yes, welcome back, Nianzhuo.” Mary nodded after confirming that Nianzhuo was alright, showing no sign of worry. “We were just discussing the composition of the London fog with Mashu and the others, and we were getting to the most tricky part… Mashu…”

“Hmm.” Mash nodded, a puzzled look on her face. “Yes, my memory seems to have changed. It was an enemy I just fought… yet… my memory is very blurry.” Looking at the shield in her hand, Mash tried hard to recall the battle, but finally lowered her head in despair. “The only thing I can remember is that the person was a Servant. I should have memories of their appearance, name, and… something related to them.”

“Hmm, yes…” Marie, far away in Chaldea, rubbed her forehead, somewhat troubled. “This effect seems to be able to travel through time. It’s not just my memories; Romani and Leonardo da Vinci reported the same thing. If that’s the case, even the observation records might have been altered. It’s truly a wondrous Noble Phantasm…”

"As expected." Nian Zhuo nodded as if he had guessed this would happen. "Me too, my memory is also a bit blurry." But at least Nian Zhuo still had the other party's real name and appearance, so it didn't seem too passive.

Information Erasure: The moment a battle ends, all information about B, including the memories and records of witnesses and opponents, as well as her abilities, real name, and physical characteristics, disappears. This effect is unaffected by open daytime battles or surveillance with cameras or other mechanical means. To counter it, one must deduce her true identity through logic and analysis from the evidence left at the scene.

“Speaking of the strange.” Mash suddenly remembered something. “Right, Director. We… um…” She hesitated, because due to the information being erased, Mash didn’t even remember what she had just done.

"Are you filming?" Ritsuka looked at the communication device that Mashu was holding with nowhere to put it, then moved it to the ground it was pointing at. "Hey, what about the large robot we just defeated?"

"Oh, right. We were taking pictures just now." Mashu nodded and thanked Ritsuka, "I'm so sorry, Master... thank you. It seems that Senpai's memories weren't affected much, you were a great help."

"Ah, right!" Sure enough, after Mashu mentioned it, Mary remembered and rummaged through the table in front of her, pulling out a relatively new-looking report. "Hmm, right, I received it. The image data of the strange robot has been received. The rest can be left to Romeni and the others. But what exactly is this thing?"

Mary opened the report and stared at the enormous mechanical monster reflected in the video, her brows furrowing in confusion.

“It doesn’t look like a puppet that operates by consuming magic.” Mary stared at the gears scattered on the ground. “But to say it’s completely mechanical doesn’t quite seem right…” Then, Mary sat down in the chair and pressed a button on the screen next to her.

"Romani, do you have any knowledge of mechanical engineering?" After establishing communication with Romani, Mary looked at the monster on the report in her hand with some confusion, her thoughts in a jumbled mess.

"Not exactly abundant..." On the other side, Romani also received the report from Mary, looking at the monster in front of him with some doubt. "But even though I'm just a medical worker, I'm still a member of Chaldea, after all." As he continued to flip through the report, Romani's expression became increasingly complex. "Hmm... Could it be that we've witnessed the incredible steam engine technology?"

However, just as they were having a heated discussion about what the giant mechanical monster they had defeated actually was, a figure appeared at the alley entrance.

"Oh, you mean that?" A strange yet familiar voice reached everyone's ears. "It's just a lump of steel, that's what we all call it. —Chaos Machine Soldier."

All eyes turned to the source of the sound, to the alleyway shrouded in mist. The clanging of armor clashing echoed through the air.

"You are—" Mashu opened her eyes wide, trying to see who the person in the smoke was.

Nianzhuo revealed a knowing expression and silently stepped aside.

Then, breaking through the fog, what appeared before everyone's eyes was the familiar knight dressed in silver-red armor.

However, this time, the double-horned helmet was not on her head, revealing her original face.

With emerald green eyes and golden, tousled hair tied in a ponytail, the girl carrying a long sword smiled.

“I saw it all.” He pointed the blade at the huge mechanical monster lying at Mashu’s feet. “Since you destroyed those guys, you shouldn’t be my enemies.”

Such a declaration was made.

Temporary base established

"Moreover, you two are quite capable." The girl with golden hair looked at Mash and Ritsuka in front of her with a satisfied smile. "You haven't even grasped the details yet, but you're already so competent."

"Great!" With a hearty laugh, the knight lowered the sword from his shoulder, letting it slam to the ground with a dull thud. "I don't dislike these kinds of guys, you know?"

"Well... it's not nice to be called an idiot." Ritsuka smoothed her side ponytail, looking at the heavily armored girl in front of her. "But, can I ask you a question first?"

"Huh?" The girl looked at Ritsuka with some surprise and nodded.

“You’re right.” Mashu leaned closer. “We’re not your enemy, so… could you talk to us and give us some information?” Mashu carefully observed the girl’s puzzled expression and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you tell us what exactly happened in this foggy city?"

"Hmm—" The girl nodded casually as her emerald green eyes scanned Mashu in front of her. "Sure, I can tell you."

Then, just as Ritsuka and Mashu breathed a sigh of relief, the girl stared at Mashu... and the shield in her hand.

“But before that—” she drawled, pointing at Mash, “let me get this straight, you’re what you call a Demi-Servant, right?”

“…Yes.” After a moment of surprise, Mash admitted her identity, “I am Mash Kyrielight, a Demi-Servant.”

"Oh, I see." The girl nodded, indicating that she understood, and then turned her gaze to Ritsuka. "And what about you?"

“My name is Fujimaru Ritsuka.” As she spoke, Ritsuka revealed the bright red Command Seal on her hand. “I am a Master.”

“Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka…” For a moment, Nencho saw a slightly sad expression on the girl’s face, but it vanished in an instant. “…Never mind, it has nothing to do with me anyway.” After shaking her head, she shifted her gaze to Nencho and Ryotaro behind Mash and Ritsuka.

"And then?" She pointed at Nianzhuo and Ryotaro. "And who are these two guys wearing strange armor?"

“I am Nian Zhuo. I am also a Servant.” Nian Zhuo removed the driver from his waist, and the silver armor gradually dissipated. “Besides, I am just an ordinary person.”

"My name is Kintaros!" Kintaros also broke free from his fusion with Ryotaro and suddenly appeared in front of the girl, startling her.

"Yes, I am Ryotaro." Pushing up his glasses, Ryotaro nodded to the girl. "Now I am Nenju's assistant, so in your terms... I would also consider myself a Servant."

“I see.” The girl nodded and planted her sword on the ground. “I am Mordred, a Heroic Spirit. And—” She raised her sword and pointed to London behind her, shrouded in smoke.

"I am also a Knight of the Round Table who came to save the British city of Rentinion, which my father loves dearly, from peril." The girl proudly stated her identity.

“I see, Mordred…” Located in Chaldea, Mary looked at the blonde-haired girl in front of her and bit her thumb. “Although I don’t know why she, as a rebellious knight in history, would say such a thing, Ritsuka, you should try to contact her first.”

"Mm." Ritsuka nodded, then extended her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Mordred."

"Ha, same to you." Mordred extended her armored hand and shook hands with Ritsuka. "The chances of encountering an idiot in this fog aren't high, hahaha!" She laughed cheerfully.

"So, you're not an idiot after all..." Ritsuka shook her head helplessly, her face full of black lines. "So, what are your plans now?"

"The plan..." Mordred frowned, looking at the group of people in front of him with some trouble. "My original purpose in coming here was to defeat this guy..." He pointed to the huge, completely silent mechanical monster lying behind Ryotaro. "But since you've already taken care of things for me, come back with me."

"Go back?" Mashu asked, somewhat surprised. "Go back to where?"

"Haha, that's a secret, you know?" Then, Mordred turned around, slung the sword over her shoulder, and walked out of the alley first. "Anyway, just follow me."