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

"But you! If it weren't for your inexplicable armor, you would be courting death if you dared to use this thing in your normal state!" Although it was a reprimand, Nian Zhuo could still feel the meaning behind the words.

All I could do was nod and apologize, my face full of exasperation...

"Honestly, we've helped you solve this side effect again. Well then, you'd better become our experimental subject!" Sento and Katsuragi Takumi crossed their arms and retreated, their figures gradually disappearing.

"Next time, you must build it yourself..."

"...Understood, seniors." Finally, consciousness was projected into reality, and the dark mist within the red and blue eye armor gradually dissipated.

Most of the monsters around them had already been revealed, but Nian Zhuo, who was in charge of controlling the monsters, still did not make a move.

"...Mr. Nianzhuo..." Mashu was somewhat anxious, but she was also entangled by the monster and could not get away quickly.

As for Mordred, who has been fighting on the front lines, she probably hasn't arrived yet.

"..." Finally, Nianzhuo raised his head and gradually stood up from the ground.

"Honestly, it's so pathetic of me to be seen like this by you all." Holding the sword blades in both hands, Nianzhuo shook his head bitterly, his gaze sweeping over the monsters around him. "So, in order to salvage some of my image..."

In an instant, red particles accompanied by black mist swirled around his feet, and Nian Zhuo's figure vanished, leaving only a footprint in the spot where he had been.

On the other side, Nian Zhuo's pitch-black figure appeared in front of the monster, his sword blade slashing down amidst a thick black mist.

A gap suddenly appeared in what seemed to be a large group of monsters, but this was not the end.

Blue particles, accompanied by black mist, adhered to the blade as Nianzhuo swung the sword down with both hands.

Amplified by the tank bottle, Nian Zhuo's sword strike was even more destructive, clearing away the dense fog several meters around in one go before slowly recovering.

As for the surrounding monsters, most of them have already been eliminated.

"Beautiful!" Mordred couldn't help but exclaim, "Even the monsters in front of us were repelled by the impact of Nian Zhuo's sword energy, which was azure with a hint of black.

Then, she looked for Mash, who was dealing with the enemies behind her, and waved to Ritsuka and Mash as soon as she saw them.

"Most of them are taken care of, right?!" Mordred quickly started running, shouting behind her as she looked at the few remaining enemies. "Don't worry about the rest! Run! Nianzhuo, and Mashu! Remember to bring Ritsuka!"

“Yes!” Mash nodded, and Ritsuka understood and let Mash carry her on her back.

Without having to worry about Ritsuka being human, the group's speed instantly increased, and the surrounding street scene began to change rapidly.

Nianzhuo and Mordred ran at the front, maintaining a distance that Mash could see them.

At the same time, they also smashed the monsters that were trying to stop them. At this rate, they should be able to arrive before Scotland Yard falls.

“However, her strength is truly extraordinary.” Marie, far away in Chaldea, maintained communication with Mash alone in order to keep track of Ritsuka’s situation. “Truly worthy of being called a rebellious knight.”

“Yes, that’s right.” Mashu nodded, her gaze fixed on the two figures ahead. “Their combat abilities are almost identical to those in the legends.”

The identity of the rebellious knight is self-evident.

Mash recalled Mordred's battle and nodded knowingly.

"As swift and precise as lightning streaking across the sky. Its blade shows not a trace of hesitation." He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"The rebellious knight?" Although the increased speed made it hard for Ritsuka to open her eyes, she could still hear the two talking at once. "Do you mean Mordred?"

"Ah." Mary paused for a moment, then covered her forehead. "So—I haven't explained this to you in detail yet, Ritsuka. After all, our history tutoring is still a long way off... Well then, I'll tell you here." Mary cleared her throat and looked at the figure in bright red armor that was being transmitted back to her through the screen from Mary's perspective.

“The rebellious knight Mordred, here manifested as a Saber-class Heroic Spirit.” Mary picked up the research materials she had already prepared on the table and read softly, “But her attire clearly indicates that she is not from this era. In the Arthurian legend spanning the fifth and sixth centuries, Mordred was originally the figure who brought the legend to a close. As the name suggests, she betrayed King Arthur. And it wasn't just a simple betrayal; Mordred united all existing anti-Arthurian forces, led by external enemies, making her the so-called Queen of Rebels. In any other time, she might even have ascended the throne.”

"Mordred herself left behind many heroic legends, and was originally a member of the Knights of the Round Table—" Mash added softly, a smile inexplicably appearing when she mentioned the Knights of the Round Table.

“Of course, some say Mordred was King Arthur’s son, but it’s said the king never acknowledged it.” Mary emphasized the word “son,” her expression turning somewhat strange. “Legend has it that this is why Mordred rebelled. Why did Mordred betray King Arthur? Only she herself—no, only she herself could possibly know the truth.”

"So, did the rebellion succeed or fail?" Ritsuka was still curious.

“…Yes. Knight Mordred died in battle on Camlann Hill.” After organizing her thoughts, Mashu nodded. “But, in reality, it was a draw. She used the Demon Sword Clarent to fight King Arthur. And King Arthur pierced her with the Holy Lance. Although King Arthur himself was also fatally wounded—” At this point, Mashu couldn’t help but turn her head away.

"Hey! What are you all babbling about!" Mordred's voice urged from ahead, waving at them, "Hurry up and move on!"

"Ah, okay...okay!" Mash, caught off guard by the sudden call, quickly replied, then looked at Ritsuka on her back. "So, Senpai...?"

"Yes, I'm fine, let's hurry up!" Ritsuka nodded, grabbing Mash's shoulders with both hands.

“…Understood, Master!” Mash instantly sped up, catching up with Mordred and Nencho.

Just as they were charging toward Scotland Yard, there were always some clueless guys who would cause trouble.

As soon as we reached the wide avenue, several artificial life forms sprang out.

"We're still busy getting on our way! Why are they attacking again!" Mordred clicked his tongue impatiently. "This is never going to end!"

Just as he was about to raise his sword, he was stopped by Nianzhuo.

“Leave it to me!” Nian Zhuo said, combining the Time Gun Sword with the Strongest Limit Sword, while flipping the driver at his waist.

"Finish Time—!" At the same time, red and blue light emanated from Nian Zhuo's body.

It transformed into particles and attached to the blade of Nian Zhuo's raised sword, merging with the golden light.

"King Giri Giri Slash——!" Immediately afterwards, Nian Zhuo swung down the blade that had transformed into a huge golden sword beam.

The artificial life form in front of them was instantly engulfed by the golden light, then decomposed by red and blue particles, turning into ashes and dissipating.

With just one strike, Nian Zhuo rescued Mordred and the others from the enemy's encirclement.

"Well done, Nianzhuo!" Mordred strode off instantly, urging the girl behind him, "Run! Mashu! Right through the opening Nianzhuo just created!"

“Okay…!” Mashu quickly agreed, gritting her teeth and speeding up.

“Sorry to bother you while you’re on your way.” Mary’s voice came through Mashu’s communicator, but her tone sounded rather ominous. “First-hand information from Da Vinci and Romani. Analysis results of that strange, large, fully armored machine, the Chaos Machine Soldier.”

As Mary flipped through the report in her hands, her brows furrowed even more deeply.

“To be precise, the analysis isn’t finished yet. Let me tell you what we’ve confirmed so far.” Turning the page of the report again, Mary’s eyes widened. “…First of all, it wasn’t a magic puppet. The structure or traces of magic can’t be confirmed from the footage. But purely mechanically… it’s also quite inexplicable. Aside from using a steam engine, everything else seems a mystery. It must be a technology that doesn’t exist in our time. Something created using some secret, or lost, technology—”

Mary bit her lip. Although it was hard to believe, she began to think about how to explain it to Ritsuka and the others.

“Right, it’s like they’ve embarked on a completely different path from our world, a product of advanced technology resulting from their development and progress.” Even Mary herself was a little troubled after stating this conclusion. “…Hmm…Never mind, you’re still busy on your way, so it’s normal that there’s no response…” Even so, Mary was still a little worried, but in the end, she decided to hang up the communication.

That's all I wanted to say. You guys have to keep up the good work!

A beeping sound, and then the communication was cut off unilaterally.

However, London was too big, and Scotland Yard was too far away from where Nianzhuo and his group needed help.

Nianzhuo and his companions kept traveling, not daring to stop for even a moment.

Even so, by the time they arrived, night had already fallen.

Under the pitch-black night, all illegal acts seemed to be laid bare.

Standing at the creaking gates of Scotland Yard, the silver-haired girl pulled a dagger from the man's neck, drawing blood.

"…Huh?" As if sensing something, the silver-haired girl looked in one direction, where several figures were passing through her mist. The girl licked the blood remaining on her short sword. "They've come to us of their own accord, huh? Heh, so… what should we do…?" The girl inserted the short sword into the pouch at her waist.

"Hmm, let's kill them." She nodded to herself, her bandaged hand gripping two brand-new blades once more. "One person, two people, three people. Many, many people." Counting on her fingers, the silver-haired girl rubbed her stomach. "Heh. Even though we've killed many people, I'm still very hungry, practically starving."

A girl with a doll-like, adorable face says she's starving, but the bloodstains and corpses scattered everywhere, along with the blood still on the girl's face, only add to the eerie atmosphere of the scene.

"After all, police officers don't have any magic powers~" Jack laughed happily as he bypassed the body of the police officer he had just killed.

She walked to the front, turned around, and bent down in front of the corpses lying on the ground.

"So, thank you." He licked his lips. "We're going to devour your magic, eat our fill!"

Then, just as Jack was about to make his move, a bright red figure broke through the fog first.

"Catch up—!" Mordred was about to say "Catch up" when he saw the familiar gate when he saw the silver-haired girl smiling at him.

...and there were corpses and bloodstains everywhere.

"Looks like we didn't make it in time." She took the sword off her shoulder and looked at the wrecked Scotland Yard in front of her. "This smell of blood... Was Scotland Yard completely wiped out?"

“Besides you, there are only two other reactions to the moving object.” Mary looked at the two flashing dots on the screen, equally displeased. “They are Jack the Ripper standing there, and another person.”

"It's presumably an unidentified Servant." Mashu saw it—the huge figure emerging from the smoke. "That man—"

Wearing a snow-white robe, with long black hair tinged with azure that obscured his eyes, the man held a purple potion bottle in his hand.

“That’s right, I am a Caster class Servant, and one of the leaders of the [Project] that you know about.” He introduced himself softly.

False righteousness, true hero

"[Project Demon Mist]...?" Looking at the blood-stained ground around her, Ritsuka covered her mouth, her face turning pale. "Why...did you do...this kind of thing!"

"Well, of course, we have our reasons and considerations. By the way, please call me [P]." The long-haired man in the white robe stood next to the corpse, holding a vial of medicine, seemingly unconcerned about whether the blood would stain his clothes.

"I'm sorry, you're too late." Stepping over the corpses at his feet, the man called [P] shook his head, as if lamenting their arrival. "Scotland Yard is completely wiped out. Everyone died a gruesome death. That child had no compassion at all." Looking in the direction of Jack the Ripper, the man sighed almost imperceptibly.

"However, all of this is necessary." He shook the reagent bottle in his hand, his gaze shifting to one side. "A helpless sacrifice—this description can be considered my farewell gift to them. Humans deserve to be cherished, whether it be affection or love, it is so sublime and dazzling." While praising humanity, he simultaneously poured the reagent in his hand onto the corpse in front of him, watching the corpse turn into purple writhing tissue.

"—How tragic. Sometimes, the greater good prevails over all of this." Completely disregarding respect for the deceased, the man tossed the vial aside and then, as if by magic, produced a new one.

“Inside Scotland Yard, we keep what we need.” He then used his magic, but the bottle in his hand showed no sign of opening. “Truly worthy of the Magic Association, the Great British Empire where the Clock Tower is located.”

[P] He praised it, but his gaze toward the bottle in his hand was as cold as ice.

“They were sealed by a powerful magic seal…” He pointed to the police officers around him, all of whom were now dead, and said to Nian Zhuo and the others: That’s why we did this. It’s very regrettable that they have become an obstacle to our righteous cause.

"...Righteousness?" Then, a dark figure appeared in the man's eyes. Nian Zhuo raised the tip of his sword, pointing it at the corpses on the ground. "You think what you've done is righteousness?!"

"Don't be ridiculous! Your actions are nothing but a high-sounding excuse to justify your killing!" Nian Zhuo's face, hidden behind the mask, was filled with rage, and he could barely contain his fury. "You executioners, stop pretending to be heartbroken here. It's disgusting!"

Righteousness? If we acknowledge their actions as righteous today, they might use that same righteousness as a pretext to turn all of London into hell tomorrow!

Nian Zhuo had witnessed what true righteousness was, and similarly, the original owner of this armor—Zhan Tu—had also witnessed true righteousness.

Those are fools who would give anything for their country, even begging for the hand of evil.

He's also a big fool who would walk ahead of others even knowing it would lead to death, just for the slightest possibility, to clear the way for them.

His thirst for power, his willingness to pray to the devil, his experimentation on humans... that was his sin.

Bringing peace, even at the cost of serious injury and near death, relying on the slim chance to break the trigger and increase their odds of victory... that was that guy's achievement.

Those mistakes did not cancel each other out or offset each other's merits and demerits as he later took sides; instead, they accompanied him all the way until he finally fell with him.

"...For the greater good? What is the greater good!" Nian Zhuo clenched his fists, and you could even hear the sound of flames erupting from his chest. "It's not something that you have to do at all costs, but a goal that you have to give everything for."

Perhaps these two sounds similar, but the former is capable of doing anything for a goal, while the latter is willing to sacrifice everything for a goal.

“…Nian Zhuo.” Zhan Tu, located in his consciousness, looked at Nian Zhuo, whose eyes were already bloodshot. His own memories were also pulled away, returning to the time before the new world was created.

"...He's talking about Himuro Gentoku, right?" Katsuragi Takumi, with his back to him, was also watching Nencho's reaction. "To actually get angry about something like this, it seems like even his danger level has increased."