In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

As for Saber... Lion's Bane glanced at Mordred, who was chasing the cat beside him, and shook his head inwardly. It would be a miracle if this guy went to a morgue-like place with him.

As for the danger, it's daytime now, and the recent serial murders all happened at night. This means that either the Black Assassin is adhering to the fundamental principle of acting only at night, or there's some reason why they have to wait until night.

However, regardless of the circumstances, the possibility of the enemy attacking during the day is so low as to be negligible, and Lion's Roar essentially intends to consider this a period of free movement.

"You seem to have something on your mind?" Yanan asked.

Lion Robber hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "I have an appointment to meet someone later, but this kid might not be willing to come with me."

“Then leave it to us!” Nidhogg interrupted before Yanan could reply, but then realized her mistake and quickly added, “I mean, we’re free right now anyway, so we can look after the child for you.”

"Then... what's your opinion, Saber?" Shiki hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Mordred.

“I don’t care,” Mordred said casually.

“In that case, I’ll leave it to you.” Lion’s Robbery nodded to Anan, then leaned closer and whispered, “This child has a somewhat awkward personality, making communication a bit difficult. I hope you won’t mind.”

“It’s alright, we like this child very much too,” Yanan said with a smile.

"Then I'll have to trouble you." Lion Robber waved his hand, got up, and walked away into the distance.

Watching Lion's retreating figure, Nidhogg couldn't wait to ask, "So, Little Mordred, where do you want to go?"

Mordred stiffened slightly and turned to look at Nidhogg: "What...did you just call me?"

"Little Mordred, is there a problem?" Nidhogg asked, puzzled. She had always called Mordred from the original world that way, and was just using it as she pleased.

"Um...no, it's just that this is the first time someone has called me by such an affectionate name, and it feels a little...uncomfortable," Mordred said, scratching his head.

“How could that be? A well-behaved child like Xiao Mo is sure to have many fans,” Nidhogg said with a smile.

"Yeah, right. I think they'd love for me to die sooner rather than later," Mordred muttered to himself, a complex look appearing in his azure eyes.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get that person's attention. Even if she destroyed everything he had, all she got in return were those cold, indifferent eyes...

How could anyone possibly like someone like her, whose very existence was a mistake...?

Seeing Mordred's mood suddenly plummet, Nidhogg was at a loss. She didn't know what she had said wrong to cause the child to become like this, and could only look to her husband for help.

Yanan shook his head helplessly in his heart, then suddenly changed the subject, saying, "By the way, Xiao Mo, your name is very interesting."

"Huh? Why do you say that?" Mordred looked at him in confusion.

“Mordred, that’s the famous Knight of the Round Table from the Arthurian legends, very famous, you could say everyone knows him,” Anahn exclaimed.

"No...it's not as exaggerated as you say. I'm just at the bottom." Mordred turned her head away somewhat guiltily, but the slight curve of her lips still revealed the joy in her heart.

Yanan pretended not to see it and continued confidently, "That's not right. Although Mordred is only the last seat at the Round Table, he is King Arthur's biological child. From the perspective of blood relations, he is King Arthur's rightful heir."

"Really!?" Mordred's eyes lit up instantly, and like a kitten smelling catnip, she rushed to Anan. "Do you really think Mordred is the rightful heir to King Arthur?"

“Of course, you can ask her if you don’t believe me.” Yanan gestured with his chin toward Nidhogg.

“Of course Mordred is King Arthur’s successor, isn’t that a normal thing?” Nidhogg asked doubtfully. She didn’t know Mordred’s story in this world and thought that Anan was referring to the original world.

Mordred's face immediately broke into a radiant smile, and she whispered in a voice only she could hear, "Yes, that's right, I am King Arthur's only rightful heir, and I am on par with her in both martial arts and governing ability... No, I should be stronger than her!"

The gloom in her heart vanished instantly. Mordred clenched her fist excitedly, looked up and smiled brightly, "By the way, didn't we say we were going to play? Let's hurry up and go. I can't wait to see the Ferris wheel and the water park."

Watching Mordred skip and hop away into the distance, Nidhogg turned to Yanan in confusion: "Why did she suddenly become so happy?"

“Who knows?” Yanan shrugged, looking completely innocent. “A woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; how would I know what she was thinking just now?”

"Tch, you're just pretending." Nidhogg curled his lip, stood up and followed Mordred. "Mordred, don't walk so fast, wait for us!"

Watching the two women's backs, Yanan shook his head and smiled, placed the tip under his coffee cup, and got up to follow behind them.

Chapter Sixteen: The Brat's First Battle - The Black Assassin!

Why...why...did this happen?!

Wearing a red jacket and frayed hot pants, Mordred was sprawled on a long bench by the roadside, her hands buried deep in her golden hair, her face full of frustration.

"Where's the amusement park? Where are the skyscrapers? What's going on here? It's all clock towers and churches, squares and city walls. I really don't understand what's so interesting about this place. It's so boring! So boring, so boring, so boring..."

Seeing Mordred rolling around on the ground, Yanan and Nidhogg exchanged a glance, both showing a hint of helplessness on their faces.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Sigiswara is a tourist city famous for its medieval style. Xiao Mo, you'd better do your research before you come next time," Yanan said with a wry smile, spreading his hands.

"It's not something I can decide," Mordred muttered to himself, standing up and glancing at the fiery sunset clouds on the horizon. He sighed helplessly, "Looks like there's nothing fun to do today."

"I'm sorry, Mo, it was our oversight," Nidhogg said apologetically.

"Well, don't say that. You guys probably had your own things to do, but you spent the whole day with me. I should be the one feeling bad." Mordred scratched his head and smiled brightly. "Come to think of it, this is the first time someone has accompanied me shopping. It feels pretty good."

Nidhogg opened his mouth, but said nothing, and could only sigh softly.

Mordred waved his hand as he walked away, saying, "That's all for now. I'm going to meet up with that guy. Hopefully, we'll have a chance to meet again next time."

She hadn't walked far when she suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Yanan and Nidhogg seriously: "Oh, right, there's one more thing. Don't go out at night recently. Remember that."

Yanan nodded: "Don't worry, we've got it."

Mordred nodded in satisfaction: "That's more like it. I'll be going now. See you next time."

Nidhogg watched Mordred's retreating figure with a look of reluctance, and whispered, "She really is a very good child."

“Yes.” Yanan nodded in agreement, then smiled helplessly, “I was supposed to go on a date with you today, but it turned out like this.”

Nidhogg chuckled and took Yanan's hand: "It's alright, I had a lot of fun too. And we'll have plenty of opportunities like this in the future."

“That makes sense.” Yanan smiled, then took Nidhogg’s soft, boneless hand and walked away into the distance.

As agreed, Mordred quickly found Lion's Den, who was already waiting for her, on a bench at the park entrance.

"So, did you have fun?" Lion's Roar asked her with a smile.

"Tch, this is totally boring." Mordred curled his lip. "There aren't any skyscrapers, and the buildings that attract tourists are nothing special. It's practically the same as my time. What a waste of my expectations."

“I think so too.” Lion Robber smiled helplessly. He only realized this after he parted ways with Mordred.

"So, I'm really fuming right now, and I won't let this go unless I have a proper fight." Mordred clapped his fist. "You should know what I mean."

"Hehe, of course, isn't that why we came here?" Lion's Roar laughed. "Happy, Saber? I've already confirmed it; the corpses all died in very gruesome ways."

Mordred narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "What do you mean?"

"The other side must have used bladed and blunt weapons. Several of the victims showed signs of using firearms and magic, and almost all of them had their hearts removed."

"heart?"

"For a Servant, that is the location of their spirit core; for a human, it is the organ that is the source of life. Perhaps the Servant consumed this thing through some kind of ritual to replenish their magic power."

Mordred pondered for a moment, then muttered under his breath, "Eat it raw, huh?"

Lion's Roar paused for a moment, then smiled wryly, "You really know how to ask tricky questions... I actually think it's even scarier to eat it cooked."

Eating raw food can be seen as a ritual, but eating it after cooking is simply a matter of personal preference. If we're talking about which is more disturbing, the latter is definitely the better choice.

"Well, it doesn't matter, as long as the opponent is a Servant." Mordred stretched, and a series of crackling sounds came from his body. "If you can't even get this right, I won't let you off the hook."

"Of course, if you don't even have this much basic manners, I have no face to continue being your Master," Lion Robber laughed.

Mordred nodded in satisfaction and asked curiously, "Do we think we'll run into each other if we just wander around like this?"

“Very likely.” Lion's Robbery nodded. Initially, the victims were all petty thugs or gangsters, suggesting that the initial attack likely involved breaking into a building frequented by such individuals and massacring them all. However, after the arrival of the support magicians in Sighishwara, the targets became focused on them.

In other words, there is a high chance that the only magician in Sigishvara, Shishi-Kai-ri, will be targeted by the other party.

"Just to be on the safe side, Saber, you should put on your armor. After all, your opponent is Assassin. If you get ambushed, you might not even have a chance to change your clothes."

Mordred nodded in agreement with Lion's Robbery. A burst of spiritual light flashed, and his red jacket and frayed hot pants instantly transformed into cold, silver-white and blood-red steel armor. His demonic helmet and the demonic sword surrounded by crimson lightning exuded an aura of rebellion and tyranny.

"By the way, do you think we need to inform the priests about this?" Lion's Robber asked hesitantly before leaving.

Mordred glanced at him: "Don't you already have the answer?"

“...That makes sense.” Lion Robber smiled and strolled confidently down the middle of the main road.

......

......

Night fell in the blink of an eye, and the deep twilight gradually enveloped this city that seemed to have remained in the Middle Ages. The wide streets were quiet and peaceful, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Shiki walked leisurely alone on the street dimly lit by sodium lamps, with the spirit Mordred following closely beside him. After all, the purpose was to lure Assassin into making a move; if Saber revealed her presence too early, it might cause the other party to have reservations.

Lion Robbery encountered no obstacles along the way. Although he encountered the police a few times, he managed to get rid of them with subtle hints. The police did not want to be responsible for guarding against the murderer, so Lion Robbery did not need to be too forceful and easily drove them away.

Compared to these insignificant little things, Lion's Robber was more concerned about Saber's current state. Just a moment ago, she was repeatedly complaining about how boring, pointless, and asking if she would come again, but now she was completely silent.

"What's wrong, Saber?"

"...Excuse me, Master, let me concentrate. Seriously, this ominous feeling..."

Saber's words made Shiki's expression tense as well. There was no doubt that the one who could make Saber so wary was Servant.

Has he been targeted?

Licking his slightly dry lips, Lion Robber pulled a pistol from his pocket and moved forward cautiously. The dim light from the surrounding streetlights slightly interfered with his vision, and the cold air felt like the tongue of a venomous snake licking his neck.

From some point onward, the street fell into an eerie silence, with the only sounds being Lion's footsteps and breathing, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

Not long after the lion abducted the creature, he suddenly noticed something else amiss. When did so much fog rise around him?

The weather was perfectly clear just a moment ago, and suddenly a thick fog appeared that obstructed visibility. It just doesn't make sense.

Instinctively, Lion Robber stopped in his tracks.

"This fog..."

Just as Lion's Robber was about to mutter something, a sudden, spark-like pain shot through his nasal cavity. He reflexively covered his mouth and coughed painfully.

"Hey, Master, are you alright!" Saber quickly dispelled her spirit form and stood guard beside Shishio.

"Saber, watch out! This fog is poisonous, don't inhale it!"

Lion's excellent combat skills allowed him to make a quick judgment. He immediately took off his outer jacket to cover his mouth and nose. This jacket, made of monster hide, could hinder the effect of magic to a certain extent, and it was just right to use it at this time.

With the pain in his breathing lessened slightly, Lion's Roar calmly issued his next order: "Saber, break through this fog first. We can't fight on the enemy's home turf."

“Understood.” Saber nodded, took Shiki’s hand, and crimson lightning swirled around her. “Hold on tight, Master, it might hurt a little.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Saber and Lion's Lair began to run through the thick fog. Relying on her Rank B Magic Resistance, the poisonous fog did not cause her any trouble. She also seemed unaffected by the poor visibility, accurately dodging every obstacle and rushing to the place that the fog had not yet covered in the shortest amount of time.

"saved."