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

"Goodbye, Jack." Picking up the dagger the girl had discarded on the ground, Nianzhuo also put it into the system space. "May you feel true warmth one day."

"Yes, goodbye, child who doesn't know what love is." A strange male voice came from behind Nianzhuo. "May you find love one day."

"—!" The sword in his hand instantly retracted. Nian Zhuo twirled the Time Gun Sword, which had transformed into a spear, in his hand, while simultaneously turning his body around. Nian Zhuo raised the spear, his eyes filled with disbelief. "How is this possible...!"

Standing not far behind was the male Servant [P], whom Nian Zhuo had recently confirmed to be dead.

"!" Mordred and Mash, as if facing a formidable enemy, pulled the stunned Ritsuka behind them, staring at the white-robed man. "...He's still alive?!"

“No, that’s not right.” Nian Zhuo shook his head, but his hands remained firmly on his body. “I’ve already confirmed it. That guy clearly has no vital signs; he should definitely be a corpse…”

"Yes, I did indeed die just now." The white-robed man casually glanced at the huge sword wound left by Nian Zhuo on his chest, and curled his lip. "But, it was just death."

"Since it's death, why not just come back to life?" A bright red stone appeared in the white-robed man's hand, which he lightly weighed in his hand. "—Alright. If things were going according to the original script, I'd be the next one to fall under your blades." The white-robed man's gaze swept over everyone before him, finally lingering on Nian Zhuo for a long time.

"However, I've already faked my death once, so let's just consider it a washout." He waved his hand and put the stone in his pocket before Mash and Ritsuka could grab it. "The hero defeated the evil magician, which is one of the answers I've been hoping for. But I must complete my mission first."

He chuckled, the short sword in his hand twirling, his figure gradually dissipating into particles.

"Wait a minute!" Nian Zhuo rushed towards the white-robed man, his sword blade carrying black mist and red particles, heading towards the man's body.

"Farewell, heroes who aspire to walk the path of glory. And the Knights of the Round Table—" He ignored the rapidly approaching Nian Zhuo, his gaze lingering on Mordred and Mash. "May you become righteous warriors who defeat evil, and persevere to the end."

Nian Zhuo arrived and swung his sword at the white-robed man.

Thump—A crack instantly appeared on the ground as the black mist destroyed it, but the white-robed man had already left, preventing Nian Zhuo's attack from touching him at all.

"Hey! Wait!" Mordred's shout came belatedly, but the white-robed man had already vanished, making Mordred stomp her foot in anger. "Ugh, damn it! He's gone again! That's why I hate magicians!"

“Spatial transfer—” Mash was surprised by the method of the other party’s departure and immediately opened the communication device with Chaldea. “That was not a forced movement using Command Seals, but… no, no, no, this technology has entered the realm that only magic could originally touch. To be able to use this technology like this… if we’re talking about possibilities… it should still be the Holy Grail…” she muttered softly.

“Well, of course it’s possible.” Mary, who was listening attentively, nodded, not seeming too surprised. “He even claims to be one of the masterminds behind the ‘Magic Mist Project,’ which aimed to destroy this era, right? Even if that’s not the case, it’s possible that the holder of the Holy Grail transferred him away.” More than that…

Mary looked at the intelligence report she had already reviewed many times and rubbed her temples.

"What exactly... are they planning to do in London?"

"Oh well, who cares?" Mordred clenched his fist as he listened to the voice coming from the communication device. "As long as we find him, we can beat him to a pulp!"

Meanwhile, on another side unknown to Nian Zhuo and the others, in a desolate open space, the figure of the white-robed man gradually solidified into a physical form.

Purple...purple...angels are purple, the clouds are purple, even the air is purple.

The enormous mechanical device, perched atop the only high point, appeared menacing and terrifying, continuously spewing out thick smoke and mist.

"...I'm back." The white-robed man spoke softly to the empty ground, while touching the clothes that Nian Zhuo had cut open on his chest.

“Chirp…Gurgle…” A non-human sound came, and some unknown monster suddenly appeared in front of [P].

The man in white knew that the guy in front of him was [B], one of the masterminds behind the Demonic Mist Project, just like him.

Meanwhile, a calm voice slowly rang out... It was that guy named [M].

"Thank you for your hard work." Glancing around the white-robed man, she noticed the silver-haired girl had disappeared. "...Was that girl defeated?"

“It’s a pity she’s dead.” Saying this in a calm tone, [P] walked to the side. “This is the second greatest loss after Mephistopheles.”

"No need to worry, it hasn't affected the overall situation." Saying this coldly, [M] then crossed out another item on the list. "We just need to keep pushing forward the [plan]."

“Yes, that’s right. Exactly.” [P] nodded, his gaze fixed on the three bright red Command Seals in [M]’s hand. “We are Servants, we only need to obey our Master… which is you. There’s no need to feel remorse, you should continue to carry out your [plan].

"………………I understand." After a long silence, the other person's words finally came through.

"Opening up the world and civilization—" Finally, after the strange sounds, a somewhat ethereal voice came from where [B] was located: "This is the mission of us scholars, intellectuals. If the world is burned, humanity and civilization will soon face their predetermined end. Then we are already—"

The sound dissipated into the mist continuously spewed out by the enormous device.

On the other side, after a rather unremarkable journey, Nianzhuo and his companions finally returned to Jekyll's apartment for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

"I must say, it really wasn't easy for you to get back." After listening to Mordred, who had collapsed on the sofa, recount their ordeal, Andersen adjusted his glasses. "I regret the matter with the Scotland Yard officer. You should rest for a bit." Looking at Ritsuka, who had just lay down on the sofa and was almost fast asleep, Andersen shook his head in surprise.

"I heard you haven't rested since you arrived here, have you?" This time, it was Andersen who took the initiative to point to the several teacups on the table, the meaning of which was self-evident: "Haste makes waste. Whether it's writing or searching for the Holy Grail, you need to take appropriate breaks."

"Well, Nianzhuo, you've all worked hard too." Seeing that everyone was too tired to pick up their cups anymore, Ryotaro smiled and took the initiative to place the teacups on the table in front of each person.

"Well, never mind that. Where's Momotaros? Is he still angry?" Nian Zhuo was more concerned about Momotaros's mood. After all, he had said before leaving that he would definitely let him have a comfortable battle. He wondered if there really was a monster attacking the mansion.

"Hahaha... Don't worry about that, he's very happy right now." Ryotaro patted Nencho's shoulder happily. "Thanks to Jekyll and Andersen's connections, we specifically found a few places with lots of monsters and let Momotaros have a good run around."

“…Ha, that’s great.” Nian Zhuo rubbed his eyes, then picked up another cup of tea and placed it in front of Ritsuka and Mashu, who were already somewhat asleep. “Here, you two must be exhausted. Have some water.”

“Thank you very much.” Mashu nodded, took the water and drank it all in one gulp. “But… the situation is urgent.”

"Idiot, are you a workaholic too?" Andersen couldn't help but tap Mashu on the head, looking like a teacher. "You never forget your heavy responsibilities. Well then, let me tell you something to pass the time. It's about how Nursery Rhyme and I manifested in this world."

“Um, let’s just call her Alice…” Nian Zhuo interjected appropriately, recalling the picture book he kept in his system space, a pang of pain shooting through him. “After all, she calls herself Alice…”

“It’s Nursery Rhyme. Let’s not talk about that for now.” Andersen seemed quite pleased with the name he had chosen, not even willing to change it. “I didn’t have time to explain in detail before you rushed off to Scotland Yard. Although I didn’t have a chance to say it before, Nursery Rhyme and I actually emerged from the Demonic Mist. There was no Master present, and no summoning procedures.”

"Come to think of it, I'm pretty much the same." Mordred nodded in agreement. "Jekyll isn't a Master, nor did he undergo a summoning ritual. When he came to his senses, he was already in the fog. What? Do Servants just appear naturally?"

“No, that’s hard to say.” Ritsuka, who should have been asleep, woke up and joined the discussion. “After all, it’s possible for Servants to appear naturally.”

"No, no, no, that's absolutely impossible!" Then, to Nencho's surprise, just as Ritsuka finished expressing her doubts, Mary's voice came through the communication device, "If it manifested without permission... no, it was summoned without permission. Then it's already some kind of existence that transcends a Servant! Listen carefully, in the three eras we've experienced so far, it's always been summoned under the guidance of the Holy Grail War. How could a Servant naturally manifest? Hahaha..."

"In other words, the Servant didn't manifest from the mist." Andersen wrote something on the picture book in his hand with a pen. "Then, there's only one conclusion we can draw." Andersen looked out the window at the milky white mist.

"The fog was created by the Holy Grail." The quill in his hand flew up and down. "Or rather, the source of the fog was also influenced by the Holy Grail."

"It should be... like this." Seeing that Jack had already been defeated, but the fog outside still hadn't dissipated, Mashu nodded, indicating that she agreed with Andersen's idea. "This theory does make sense... there's no contradiction."

“Most phenomena in reality have their reasons.” With a carefree chuckle, Andersen also noticed an inspiration in his mind. “The only thing in this world that can’t be explained by reason is love, right?” Then, he stopped smiling, looked at Ritsuka and Mashu, and pointed to his head with his index finger.

“Use your imagination, Ritsuka and Mash.” Lelouch isn’t someone I can compare to, but I don’t want him to lose. “That way, most situations can be predicted, and sometimes we can even observe them.”

"Huh? Romance?" Mordred's attention was clearly not on that. He ruffled the other's blue hair. "Honestly, you little brat, how can you be so arrogant and conceited?"

"Hmph!" Andersen turned his face away in a huff after hearing this. "I really don't want to be criticized by some little brat who doesn't understand love. I'm a virgin, of course I know everything about love and romance."

Good morning, working people!

"...Huh? Hmm, eh?!" After carefully considering what Andersen had said, Mordred was truly confused and made a strange sound. "This reason doesn't make any sense at all... Hmm?"

"I don't understand... but it seems really amazing..." Ritsuka, who was listening nearby, nodded in agreement, indicating that she was also completely confused. "It really doesn't seem to make sense..."

"Hahaha, have you forgotten? I am Hans Christian Andersen." With an "I knew it" look, the blue-haired boy twirled the quill in his hand. "It is because I can write stories that I was assigned to the Caster class of Heroic Spirit. As for Saber's duty in swords and battle—" He couldn't help but look at Mordred... and the blade of her sword placed beside the sofa.

"Words and phrases, laziness and distress and love and affection are the writer's duty." With a mischievous smile, Andersen shook the book in his hand. "Whether it's impromptu poetry or unreasonable deadlines, as long as you get serious, you can handle it all. That's what makes a writer." After saying that, he even proudly puffed out his chest.

“Especially since I’m a creative writer, few can rival my imagination.” Andersen’s expression gradually calmed down as he sat down to the side. “How could my eloquence possibly lose to an amateur who can’t debate? If you don’t want to rest, then go and take charge of the night patrol.”

"Ah...yes, you're right!" Unexpectedly, Mordred surprisingly agreed with him this time, stretching her arms. "As long as we grab that [P] and force him to tell us everything, we can solve the problem!" Mordred picked up the sword beside her, her mood restored and now full of energy.

"Then I'll go patrol. I'll circle the entire city thoroughly." With that, she walked towards the gate.

“Ah, I think you don’t have to do that.” However, Ryotaro, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, interrupted Mordred and pointed outside the door. “After all, Momotaros is having a lot of fun…”

"Huh? Momotaros... Oh! That red guy!" Mordred was taken aback at first, then immediately remembered the red monster. "What the hell, he stole my fun... Tch~ But I still hope that guy has fun."

"Then I'll go check if there are any who have slipped through the net~" Mordred's words still betrayed her distrust of Momotaros, so she decided to go outside and take a look, and then pushed open the door and left.

“Ah… Mr. Nianzhuo, Miss Mordred has left.” Mashu watched Mordred leave and moved closer to Nianzhuo.

“Phew…” As her strength gradually returned, Nian Zhuo touched Mashu’s hair. “Well then, rather than doing nothing, I want to take action first.”

"So... are we going to chase after Ms. Mordred?" Mash understood Nencho's thoughts, then looked at Ritsuka, "Then, senpai, would you like to stay here and rest?"

"No, I want to go too~!" Ritsuka was full of energy again. "My strength has almost recovered, so let's go catch up with her!"

Along with Ritsuka, the three of them said goodbye to Jekyll and Ryotaro and left the apartment.

“But before we leave—” Mashu and Ritsuka were the first to leave the apartment, while Nencho slowly walked to the front door, turned to look at Andersen, and said, “…Thank you.” Then he closed the door.

"..." He was taken aback for a moment, then Andersen also showed a somewhat helpless smile.

“So, it wasn’t just one person who noticed…” Jekyll pushed up his glasses, looking at Andersen who was still writing something. “Well, you’re quite the smooth talker. But I still want to thank you, after all, what happened just now seems to have upset those two children.”

"It's nothing serious." Without even looking up, Andersen waved his hand dismissively as he wrote furiously. "Compared to moving readers, this is nothing to me. It's just to motivate them..." Suddenly, his hand stopped writing, and Andersen looked at Jekyll.

"...But I still don't understand." His eyes revealed a feeling of doubt.

"Hmm?" Jekyll didn't ask any more questions, but instead listened attentively, waiting for Andersen to speak.

"...I may have only shown them the illusion created by the light of the match. Even if it makes sense in theory, it's still an illusion at its core." He looked at the pages in front of him, still frowning in disbelief.

“Didn’t you say we should use our imagination? Well then—” Jekyll repeated what Andersen had said before, still with a gentle smile.

"Are you stupid?" Sure enough, the blue-haired boy rolled his eyes at him. "That's just a linguistic embellishment, of course."

Walking on the pitch-black street, it was impossible to see anything under the dim light of the streetlights, not to mention the terrifying thick fog.

It made the entire London night view look somewhat eerie...

"...A few people patrolling together?" Mordred looked left and right, scratching his head awkwardly. "It feels a bit strange. After all, I usually patrol alone." He then shook his head and gripped the blade in his hand.

"Never mind, it's fine if it's easier anyway..." Mordred's expression turned serious as she looked at the mist ahead. "...We ran into the enemy right after I finished speaking."

"As expected, it still can't compare to Mordred in terms of speed~" The communication device beeped, and Mary looked at the several red dots that appeared on the screen in an instant. "They should be newly generated enemies... It's a hostile response!" Then, as if confirming something, she narrowed her eyes slightly. "However, it seems that behind this hostile response, there's another... familiar response?"

"Eh... a familiar reaction...?" Mashu was taken aback at first, and then the monster's huge figure appeared in the thick fog in front of her.

At the same time, laughter rang out, leaving Mashu and the others speechless.

"Hahahaha! Just as I thought! In front of me, you little minions can only run away!" A bright red figure emerged from the thick fog not far away, running anxiously. "Quick! Come and have a good fight with me!"

A tall, snow-white artificial life form emerged from the mist, dragging its sticky body, and chasing after them was Momotaros, whom Nianzhuo and the others had just mentioned.

Having just emerged from the mist, Momotaros, holding her sword, stared at Mordred and the others in surprise.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh! It's you guys!" Then, Momotaros waved to Nianzhuo and the others, and then saw the monsters fleeing towards them. "Hey! Hey! Help me stop them!"

"How could something like this, where I wasn't included, was something like this..." Mordred said with an excited smile, sword in hand, as she approached the artificial life form.

A small human figure appeared in front of it, and the artificial life form instinctively raised its sticky tentacles to stab the other party.

Then Mordred shattered it along with his massive body.

"Hey! Don't steal my prey!" Stomping her foot, Momotaros rushed towards another artificial life form. "Ora ora! I'm super strong now!"

The poor monsters were driven into the middle of the four.

On their way here, Nencho changed into the Zi-O basic armor, along with Mordred and Momotaros, a total of four Servant-level individuals, surrounded these newly formed life forms.

However, although these artificial life forms are not particularly powerful, their numbers can be quite troublesome.

For some unknown reason, while Nianzhuo and the others were fighting, many more life forms suddenly appeared on the battlefield. In the end, even Mashu had to deal with three of these life forms.