Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

"—And then, it's just the idea of ​​telling her story to others." Touching her chest, Tong Yao fantasized that if it were her master, they would probably agree with her decision. "However, before we take action, I still have a question, okay?"

Suddenly, her vibrant eyes fixed on Nianzhuo, and she extended her index finger.

"If you have the chance, would you like to host a tea party with Alice?"

She endured countless pains, experienced long years, and felt a loneliness that most people could hardly bear. Yet, the girl harbored no resentment; she simply held onto that little fairy tale and dreamed of something wonderful.

"..." Nian Zhuo's body trembled suddenly, and he put down the tip of his sword and slowly approached.

Then, he squatted down and patted Tongyao's head with his left hand.

“Of course I’m willing.” He then removed his left hand from Tong Yao’s head, placed it in front of her, and extended his little finger.

"Then, Alice and Nursery Rhymes, would you like to make a promise with me?" Nianzhuo said somewhat shyly, "Let's make a promise that we will definitely meet again in the future, and I will personally come to pick you up then."

“—Hmm!” A light appeared in Tong Yao’s eyes, and she raised her right little finger and hooked it with Nian Zhuo’s.

"Pinky promise, a hundred years from now!" they both said, their little fingers tightly hooked together.

"Liars will have to swallow a thousand needles!"

Then, Tong Yao closed her eyes and smiled happily.

"Then, Alice and I will wait for big brother!" Tong Yao said energetically, shaking her little finger that was tightly hooked with Nian Zhuo's. "Promise me, big brother, you must win, you must take back the world, and then go and see the world properly with Alice in your place!"

“…Definitely.” Nian Zhuo half-squatted down and raised the sword blade in his right hand.

—Like an embrace, it pierced through the body of the nursery rhyme.

Holding the nursery rhyme, Nian Zhuo maintained this posture until she turned into particles and disappeared.

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This fairytale-like world is beginning to fade away.

Like smoke, it transformed into clouds, revealing its true form.

Nianzhuo stood up and sheathed his sword.

"Goodbye, nursery rhyme." He hooked his little finger; the girl he had made a promise to was gone.

As the surrounding fog gradually thickened, Nian Zhuo put away the Time-Space Driver.

The spot where Tong Yao was standing is now empty.

The bird eventually grew feathers and flew to the blue sky, a place it no longer belonged to.

There was only one picture book on the ground, with a scorched cover and a blonde girl wearing a blue dress.

“…” Nianzhuo bent down, picked up the picture book, and gently patted off the dust.

"—Anyway, it's a good story." He put the book in his pocket and looked around.

"Ha...haha..." Heavy breathing came from beside him. Mordred was leaning on the blade, looking utterly exhausted. "You...you're finally done...ha...haha..."

"How did you get so tired?" Nian Zhuo had no idea what Mordred had gone through. After composing himself, he went to her side and helped her up. "Are you alright?" He looked her up and down.

"It's... alright." Mordred couldn't help but lightly punch Nianzhuo. "Do you know what I encountered! Ah! That was an enemy that can't die, can't die!" As her strength gradually returned, Mordred kicked away pebbles on the street like a sulking little girl.

“Even if you cut them with a sword, blast them into dust with magic, or smash them to pieces with your fists, those guys will always repair themselves in the next moment. Although they are not strong individually, this characteristic is too cheating, cheating~” Mordred turned his head away in a huff and looked at Nian Zhuo, asking with some doubt.

"And you, nothing unexpected happened over there, right?"

“…No.” After a pause, Nian Zhuo shook his head. “I just…heard a story and released a bird.”

"Is that so—" Mordred didn't think much of it. Feeling her strength returning, she took her hand off Nianzhuo's shoulder and stretched. "Well, that's good. Now that we've defeated the enemy, let's go back to the study! I can sense everyone is in that bookstore." Pointing to the bookstore, which no longer had a door, Mordred hummed a cheerful tune.

"Hmm..." Suddenly, a sound came, and Ritsuka and Mashu, who had been unconscious, twitched their fingers and opened their eyes. "Where is this...?"

"...Eh, the magic book...has that girl disappeared?" Mash and Ritsuka both struggled to sit up, looking at the now quiet streets around them. Mash looked at Nianzhuo, "The battle is over...?"

"Well, you're finally awake." Mordred breathed a sigh of relief and slung his sword over his shoulder. "Yeah, the battle is over, the spellbook is gone, and you're all alright. It's a happy ending for everyone."

“Indeed, you two have worked very hard.” Nian Zhuo patted their heads and smiled helplessly. “Staying outside now is no use. Let’s go back and find Andersen and Ryotaro.”

“Yes, let’s go back.” Ritsuka and Mashu nodded, and the four of them walked towards the used bookstore together.

Sure enough, as soon as I entered the used bookstore, I saw Hans Christian Andersen and Ryotaro sitting in chairs under the dim yellow light... and Momotaros.

"Eh, has Urataros already gone back?" Nianzhuo looked at Momotaros, who was crossing his arms like a child, and couldn't help but glance at Ryotaro to the side.

“Sigh…” Speaking of this, Ryotaro shook his head helplessly. “I don’t know why, but ever since Momotaros saw your battle, he’s been clamoring to come over. In the end, he managed to push Urataros back, but then you were all caused to disappear by the power of that magic book, and we can’t find you. Momotaros is angry right now.”

"Hahaha..." Nian Zhuo chuckled dryly twice, then looked away. "Well... a lot happened. But in the end, it was resolved without any major incidents."

"Oh? Pretty efficient, huh?" Andersen, who was reading a book nearby, pushed up his glasses and looked up. "And then, what happened inside?"

"Let me tell you! Let me tell you!" Mordred quickly blocked Nianzhuo's way, looking impatient. "I'll tell you, in there—"

The following omits the embellishments, self-pity, and other such details—

"Huff, huff, anyway, that's how it is." Mordred took a breath and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"...Tch, it's not that amazing." Then, Andersen sighed in disappointment and spread his hands. "I was hoping to recreate the wonders of Alice in Wonderland. But perhaps my expectations were too high." Andersen smiled and glanced at the faces of his companions around him.

"After all, it's not a good thing for us to be too powerful."

"...Hey. What do you mean we're too strong, brat?" Mordred clicked her tongue indignantly, looking at little Andersen. "You haven't done anything, all you've done is mock us!" Her tone was full of anger. Only then did Mordred remember how this blue-haired brat had mocked her before.

"Let's... let's forget about it, Mordred." Mashu quickly stopped Mordred, saying with a hint of comfort, "Although his words were indeed unpleasant, we were able to defeat the spellbook—Nursery Rhyme—thanks to his information!"

"Fou! Fou!" Even Fou jumped out, blocking Mordred's way and twitching her ears.

"Tch...right, I get it now." Although somewhat unconvinced, Mordred understood that it was the little brat in front of her who revealed the essence of the magic book, which enabled her and Nianzhuo to successfully defeat it. "For this kind of person, whoever strikes first loses."

"What? You really can't judge a book by its cover..." However, looking at Mashu blocking his way, Andersen pushed up his glasses with a hint of sarcasm, looking at Mordred, "No, they're quite a good match... no, they're definitely not a good match." He looked at the flustered Mordred, and finally nodded firmly.

"No, your soul is a meteor hammer," he declared.

"Are you saying I'm covered in thorns?!" Mordred instantly guessed the sarcasm in the other person's words, then gritted her teeth, "Damn it, although I'm not willing, what you said is really easy to understand!" She stomped her foot, Mordred was so angry that even her golden hair stood on end.

"...Hmm, not bad." However, Andersen nodded nonchalantly, even with a satisfied smile. "With proper training, he should be able to become a good sucker..." Then realizing his slip of the tongue, Andersen immediately corrected himself, "...Excuse me, he should be developed into a good reader. What a waste."

“However…” He pushed up his glasses and looked at Mashu, “I didn’t expect that it was the fans who protected me from the attacks of the haters. As expected, no matter what era, humanity hasn’t changed.”

"Mash and I are both Servants, you know?" Mordred pointed at Mash, denying Andersen's statement.

“Well, but I was originally a human…” Then, Mashu retorted softly.

"In fact, most Servants were originally human." Mary's voice, which had not been heard for a long time, came through Nencho's communication device.

"...Tch, whatever." Mordred glared at Andersen, not expecting his hard-won counterattack to be so easily neutralized, and finally sighed, "But that guy just now didn't seem to be human to begin with."

“…Fu…” Fufu lowered her ears and jumped onto a chair to the side.

"Hmm." Hans Christian Andersen nodded. "Although most Heroic Spirits originate from humans, there are exceptions like nursery rhymes. Perhaps it's a case of human-created objects gaining consciousness, or human fantasies coming together to form 'conceptual Heroic Spirits'."

“Indeed.” Mary, located in Chaldea, agreed. “However, not only are these kinds of Heroic Spirits rare, but perhaps in the future there will be not only Book Heroic Spirits, but also Mechanical Heroic Spirits?” Finally, Mary put down the report in her hand.

"Anyway, thank you for your hard work, everyone. Let's go back to Jekyll's apartment first." Mary extended an invitation to Andersen, "Andersen? Would you like to come along? With a new Servant as a companion, we'll feel more confident."

"Huh?!" Mordred pointed at Andersen in surprise. "Are we going to take this brat with us?!" He then shook his head vigorously.

"He's very weak! I'm sure he's completely useless! And he's so boring, he definitely won't write any good books!" If Hans Christian Andersen hadn't lived later than Mordred, Mordred certainly wouldn't have said such a thing.

"—Is that so?" He adjusted his glasses, the light reflecting off the lenses somehow obscuring his vision and making it impossible to see his expression. "Alright, please let me come along." He looked at Mordred, who stood there dumbfounded, and clenched his quill pen tightly.

"Although I had no intention of assisting you, your words just now have changed my mind." With a triumphant smile, Andersen looked at Mordred 'kindly'. "Nice to meet you, Saber... no, Lord Mordred. By the way, if you were the protagonist, what kind of story would you like?" Andersen even opened the book he always carried with him, as if he was about to start writing immediately.

With a mischievous smile, Andersen drew a small circle on Mordred with his quill.

"Tragedy? Comedy? Or a funny story? No problem, whatever the type, I'll weave you a story that's utterly terrible." After saying that, Andersen looked to the side.

"Ha! Is that so? Then go ahead and write some books that won't sell, and then go cry, you fairy tale writer." Mordred made a face at Andersen with her back turned and retorted just as defiantly.

“(Um… that’s really rude… he’ll hear it.)” Mash quietly moved closer to Mordred and whispered.

“Haha, I said it on purpose for him to hear.” Mordred raised his voice instead, saying nonchalantly, “Talking behind someone’s back is something only a coward would do.”

"..." Mash fell silent as she looked at the frank Mordred, and finally could only shake her head helplessly.

"Alright, let's go." Reaching the bookstore's original owner, who was sleeping peacefully on the sofa, Andersen nodded as he sensed the owner's breathing returning. He casually took a few books. "We need to leave before the bookstore's original owner wakes up. After all, I'm a thief, just like you. Besides, I actually sneaked in through the back door." He pointed to the gradually waking original owner and urged him on.

"What if he wakes up and then goes to the police? That would be troublesome. He saves someone and then gets arrested by the police. Even the worst story isn't written like that!" Although it was very interesting... Andersen even began to imagine how the plot would develop.

"Huh?!" Mordred exclaimed, looking at Andersen who seemed to regard the bookstore as his own territory. "You dare to trespass without the owner's permission and act so brazenly?!" This feeling intensified, especially when she saw Andersen secretly putting several of the original owner's books on his person.

But she didn't say much. After all, strictly speaking, Andersen had saved the original owner's life, so taking a few books shouldn't be a problem.

And so, after everything was tidied up, Mordred and his group walked out of the now-defunct bookstore, accompanied by a little blue imp.

The journey was much quieter; without the threat of the magic book, even the monsters were rarely seen here anymore.

...It would be better if Mordred, Nencho, and Mash didn't have those big suitcases.

For some reason, before leaving, Andersen magically produced many large suitcases, almost all of which were books he had stolen from... no, obtained from the antiquarian bookstore. This caused Mordred and his companions a lot of trouble.

As soon as he returned to Jekyll's apartment, Hans Christian Andersen started strolling around as if he knew the place well, nodding as he went.

"Oh~ this hiding place is quite nice~" After touring the entire apartment, Andersen nodded in satisfaction and pointed to a room. "I really like it here, so the study next door is mine. I'll go pack my things first, call me if you need anything." With that, he dragged the 'small suitcase' he had taken from the antiquarian bookstore into the study, and before closing the door, he poked his head out.

"Also, don't forget to knock when you come in." Then he slammed the door shut and went into the study.

"...Ugh, I'm exhausted, so exhausted." Lying on the sofa, Mordred seemed to melt away. "Moving all that luggage was twice as tiring as usual, no, three times!"

"Lying down so rudely on my special sofa again..." Jekyll looked at Mordred with some helplessness, then turned to look at Nian Zhuo and his group, who were sitting obediently on the guest sofa, and shook his head. "If possible, I hope you can use that one for the guests... Never mind, it's fine. Just stay like that." He waved his hand in front of Mordred, and Nian Zhuo and the others.

“Of course, there’s also Mash Nencho, and Ritsuka, listen up too.” He frowned, turned around and picked up another report from the table. “Jack the Ripper has reappeared, and this time he’s not hiding in the fog attacking women.”

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"Huh?!" Mordred, lying on the sofa, was the first to utter a weak sound. "Please, can't we just rest for a while..." But she still sat up straight and listened carefully.

"And then? Where is she now?" Recalling her initial encounter with the silver-haired little girl, Nianzhuo wasn't afraid.

“This time, she’s attacking Scotland Yard, which is under lockdown.” Jekyll shook the papers in his hand with a grave expression. “The entire London police force has received telegrams requesting assistance.”

"Is that guy?!" Mordred instantly perked up. Although Jack's abilities prevented her from remembering the enemy's appearance, the familiar name alone ignited her fighting spirit. "Finally showing up! That bastard!"

“…” Nian Zhuo rested his chin on his hand, looking somewhat dazed.

Jack the Ripper... he should be considered a murderer... a murderer who beat London's most famous police station so badly that they had to call for backup...

Nian Zhuo seemed to understand why Sherlock Holmes looked down on the people of Scotland Yard in the Sherlock Holmes stories.