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

"Come on, Tesla." With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Nian Zhuo's magic gathered in his hand, transforming into colorless crystal.

"I've come to take your life!"

Bang bang bang bang—the crystal in Nian Zhuo's hand kept shattering, turning into a shape that resembled both a sword and an axe.

—The Brilliant Sword and Axe.

Staring into Tesla's incredulous eyes, Nian Zhuo reversed the hilt of his sword and plunged the blade into Tesla's chest.

He then pulled it out forcefully, spraying out a spray of blood, but the speed at which the blood gushed out seemed very slow to Nian Zhuo.

By placing his hand back in front of the driver, Nenjutsu released the stagnation of time.

"Eh...Eh?! Mr. Nianzhuo?!" In Ritsuka's eyes, Nianzhuo disappeared from the spot almost instantly. Looking around, she finally found Nianzhuo's figure in the sky. "...So fast!"

"...Hmph, that guy isn't bad." Mordred snorted as he watched Nian Zhuo pull the sword from Tesla's chest, but his face showed a satisfied and pleased expression.

"Pfft—Ah!" A beat too late, Tesla saw the blood splattered on his chest, and the pain finally reached his mind.

Clutching its chest, the Tesla plummeted downwards.

Having suffered a fatal wound, he could barely maintain his footing amidst the lightning, and with difficulty, he landed on the ground, spitting out blood once more.

"—Pfft!" Tesla knelt on the ground, and this time, cracks gradually appeared on his chest.

That was a fatal wound that only appeared on Servants, indicating that the Soul Core had begun to shatter.

A buzzing sound filled the air as Nian Zhuo's figure gradually descended in front of Tesla.

"You lost. This is your reward for the lightning you used at the beginning." Seeing the blood dripping from his opponent's mouth, Nian Zhuo turned to leave.

"—Hey, Nianzhuo, wait a minute." Suddenly, Tesla's voice came from behind.

Nian Zhuo slowly turned around, only to be met with a sea of ​​purple lightning.

"Hmm—?" Without moving, the purple lightning struck Nian Zhuo, causing a burst of white smoke to rise.

"Ha—ha—ha—have you forgotten who I am?" Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, yet there was no fear of death in the man's light green eyes.

"I am Tesla! The man who pioneered a new era of electrical civilization for humankind!"

The blood on his chest stained his long robe, and the once golden machinery on his body was gradually showing signs of fatigue.

"But I am a pioneer of the stars! Do you think this mere damage can make me leave the stage?" Suddenly, golden light appeared on Tesla's body.

No, that's not golden light, it's golden cracks!

"You! Tesla—!" Nian Zhuo froze for a moment, then shouted angrily, "You actually—are going to burn your own spirit foundation!"

This is one of the Servant's skills, earned through Tesla's innate wisdom.

"I have to admit, Nian Zhuo, you are really strong." Golden cracks continued to spread across Tesla's body, and even crackling sounds echoed continuously.

Even his light green eyes gradually took on a golden hue.

"But I am Nikola Tesla! A genius! The Thor of the new era!" In his palm, boundless lightning began to gather again, illuminating Tesla's face, which was gradually developing golden cracks.

"If you think you can take me down like this, you're being far too arrogant!"

"To defeat me, you must use a myth even more powerful than mine! Destroy my lightning!"

"Otherwise, no matter how many times, I will get up! I will pierce your body with lightning! Nian Zhuo!"

Gazing at the Tesla gathering its final burst of lightning, Nian Zhuo felt no resentment, no anger.

—Only deep respect.

The dying body meant absolutely nothing to this man.

Nian Zhuo believed that even with these injuries, if he didn't defeat him head-on, this man would definitely get back up and eventually pierce him with his lightning.

“So, I’m going to defeat you here, Tesla.” Infinite magic gathered in his hands as Nian Zhuo wiped his hand across the driver at his waist.

"I am Nianzhuo! Listen up! Nikola Tesla!"

"Chōīne! Kick Strike! Best—!" The driver at his waist flashed and emitted light.

All around, the countless crystals gathered in Nian Zhuo's palm.

"This is my legend! Behold me!"

"Now I will defy the thunder of the heavens!"

"Spread endless hope and endless light to the earth!"

"I will never admit defeat!!!"

Almost simultaneously, Nian Zhuo and Tesla released everything in their palms.

Diamonds transformed into transparent beams of light, and lightning roared in a purple hue.

They collided heavily.

Ah—diamonds shone in Tesla's eyes.

Unable to even resist, the purple lightning was being devoured by the diamond, constantly strengthening itself.

"Actually, I knew." Tesla thought to himself.

—I will die here, at the hands of that man.

—To die amidst this sky full of light.

"However, I really have to thank you, Nianzhuo—" As he was about to leave, Tesla slowly withdrew his hand, gazing at Nianzhuo in the distance with a smile.

—With his arms outstretched, this man, who aspired to be an English gentleman, maintained his manners until his death.

"—Thank you." In the blink of an eye, the diamond-like beam of light engulfed him.

"Strike Wizard—!"

A diamond-like beam of light swept around before slowly disappearing.

In the sky, shimmering points of light fell onto the street where only Nianzhuo remained.

“Nikola Tesla, you truly deserve the title of creator of a new era.” Nian Zhuo placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly. “As your enemy and someone who has received your kindness, I sincerely express my respect to you.”

He raised his pure white robe, and crystal-like flowers appeared in Nian Zhuo's palm.

Turning around, Nianzhuo threw the flower behind her.

It flew slowly, eventually landing in the spot where Tesla had stood.

Clang—that's the sound it made.

"...It has been confirmed that the enemy Servant's reaction has completely disappeared." Mash stepped out from the side and nodded to Nianzhuo.

"Tch..." Even Mordred, who had always disliked the other party, scratched his head and realized that apart from feeling relieved, he was not as happy as he had imagined. "Really, he was a boastful and willful guy until the very last moment."

"...I've also confirmed the elimination of Nikola Tesla." Mary finally breathed a sigh of relief, watching the magic reaction gradually descend on the screen. "Good, thank you for your hard work. With this, the situation should be under control."

“In this way, the anomaly in London is complete—” Mary was about to stretch when the reaction on the screen made her freeze again.

"——————————Oh no."

We have a traitor among us

Even though Tesla had already been hit, why did Mary say it was bad?

Xiao Nianzhuo scratched his head.

"What's wrong, Director?" With the enemy gone, Mash, now relaxed, leaned against the side and asked Mary, while watching Ritsuka's expression gradually turn to surprise.

"Um—" Sure enough, the next moment Ritsuka raised her hand, looking awkwardly at everyone around her. "...Did we forget something?"

"Forgot something?" Mordred glanced at himself. "Nothing? Tesla's problem is solved, so it should be over by now, right?"

"I wasn't talking about that~" Ritsuka crossed her arms in front of her chest, then pointed at Mash's shield. "I was talking about... the Holy Grail."

"Huh?" Instantly, Nianzhuo and Mashu both froze on the spot.

The Holy Grail? What was the Holy Grail again? — For a moment, Nianzhuo's mind went blank.

"...Ah, right, we came here to retrieve the Holy Grail." But Tesla's presence drew Nian Zhuo's attention, causing him to completely forget about it. "So...where is the Holy Grail again?"

“Oh yeah! I’m only just realizing it now!” Mary patted the table in front of her as she looked at everyone’s increasingly awkward expressions. “We haven’t retrieved the Holy Grail from Angor Bodari yet! ...Well, you don’t need to feel guilty. After all, we were in a bit of a rush back then, um.”

"Haha, so that's how it is." Mordred had thought there was some danger, but it turned out to be such a small matter. He happily stuck the sword aside. "No need to rush, just retrieve it slowly. After all, even if there are still enemies left, they're just some grunts."

“Yes, Mordred is right.” Mash nodded, not minding, but still a little troubled. “But having to go back underground is a bit discouraging.”

"Ha, let's hurry over there then, no need to go back to Jekyll's apartment." Mordred was always the type to do what she said, so she picked up her sword and headed towards the London Underground.

“However, Mordred—” Nian Zhuo scratched his cheek, looking at Mordred who had turned around because of his words, “Actually, what you just said could be considered a flag.”

"Huh?" Mordred tilted his head, somewhat puzzled by Nian Zhuo's meaning.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, ruffling the hair of the three of them.

"Hmm—!" Mordred squinted and looked up at the sky. "I just said that and there's a new situation now. What's going on this time?"

The gust of wind originated from the sky. The demonic mist, which should have dissipated after Tesla was defeated, still lingered in the sky, growing ever darker and more dangerous.

The gale quickly dissipated, merging into the magical mist gathered on the roof of Buckingham Palace, and the streets returned to calm, as if the gale had never happened.

However, on Mary's side, the device that detected magic power suddenly started buzzing and turned bright red in the blink of an eye, the danger light emitting a scarlet glow.

"A high-density magical reaction...?" Mary sat up abruptly, her fingers moving rapidly across the control panel. She glanced at the screen every now and then, but her face gradually turned pale. "I can sense it even in the magical mist. Something enormous... what...?"

Shifting the perspective to the sky above Buckingham Palace, the magic that lurked there seemed to come alive, wriggling and gathering, forming chains of mist that continuously coiled around it.

"No, no, this is completely different from Nikola Tesla's!" Mary warned Nian Zhuo and the others while searching for information. "The demonic mist gathering above Buckingham Palace is condensing! Something incredible is coming! Be alert! Mash, Nian Zhuo, and Ritsuka!"

"Hmph! It doesn't matter what comes!" Gripping the sword with both hands, Mordred stared intently at the growing demonic mist. "Watch me cut them down in one fell swoop!"

The magical mist in the sky seemed to understand Mordred's words, and began to swirl and transform into a giant tornado, with faint purple magic power visible at its center.

Then, the tornado spun as it crashed to the ground, the resulting gale nearly blowing everyone away.

"—They're here!" Nian Zhuo's eyes narrowed, and he reached out to block everyone.

The magic power surging around him formed a crystal-clear barrier in front of them, blowing away all the purple whirlwinds that were sweeping in.

After an unknown amount of time, the purple whirlwind finally subsided, and visibility returned to normal.

The streets, ravaged by the whirlwind, were in disarray, with streetlights lying askew and the gravel blown away by the gale.