The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Please use this as an excuse when you conduct your investigation."

"Even if something goes wrong, it won't cause too many people to be confused or surprised."

Ten minutes later.

Following Holmes's arrangement, Ian and Grey brought Jack the Ripper to the streets of London.

The three people who took the blue pill looked like an uncle with his two daughters.

"I didn't expect that I could walk this way with Mr. Ian..." Gray said a little embarrassedly.

"Mingming, your three wives are here, right?"

Just as Grey said, although Steno, Euryale and Medusa were still there, Ian finally formed another investigation team with himself and Jack the Ripper.

This made her somewhat embarrassed.

after all--

Gray, who had just realized that she was cheating on her partner, could no longer bear to see this situation.

Unlike Grey who looked a little guilty, Ian seemed extremely calm.

He let Jack the Ripper ride on his shoulders and explained his thoughts.

"So--"

"Gray, if I were to choose one person from among the three of them and form an investigation team like we have now, who would be the best choice?"

"This……"

Gray shook her head.

"I don't know—but it feels like no matter who you choose, there's some truth to it, right?"

"Don't you understand?" The man looked at the girl beside him.

"Since there's a reason for choosing anyone, then the other two will definitely be upset about not being chosen."

"Rather than it becoming like this—"

"It would be better not to choose this from the beginning."

"..."

Gray probably understood what Ian meant.

"Mr. Ian, so this is what you think..."

"Yes."

The man nodded and then took the girl's hand.

"so--"

"Gray, don't feel any psychological burden. Just treat it as usual."

"..."

Feeling the warmth from the man's palm, the girl's heart began to ripple little by little.

"Well, I see."

But at this moment——

Jack the Ripper suddenly grabbed Ian's hair and shouted.

"Dad, there's a guy on the roof over there!"

"Ok?"

Ian looked in the direction of Jack the Ripper's hand and was stunned.

I saw that there was indeed a person standing on the roof.

only--

How come she looks so much like his daughter Mordred?

537. Another Mordred Appears/Gray's Limited Armament (4k)

Ian didn't make this comment for nothing.

In the mist, I saw a knight who looked like a young girl.

She held a silver sword in her hand and looked quite heroic.

Ian had only seen that extremely non-standard way of holding a sword on his and Morgan's daughter Modred.

"how so……"

The man could hardly believe his eyes.

after all--

Not long ago, Mordred told him that he wanted to stay in Chaldea with Nero for a while.

Gray didn't know what Ian was worried about at the moment.

She just felt that the other party seemed to be trapped in an extremely passive situation.

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong with you?"

"The man on the roof..."

Gray didn't finish her words.

Because she didn't know what Ian's attitude was towards the man on the roof.

If the wording is wrong at that moment, it will obviously be a very bad situation.

but--

Ian was brought back to reality by Grey's words.

"..."

"The person above seems familiar to me." The man explained truthfully.

"look familiar?"

This time it was Gray's turn to be surprised.

She didn't think that Ian in front of her would know anyone in this era.

Not to mention the foggy weather like now.

But before Grey could ask more questions, Jack the Ripper, who was sitting on Ian's shoulder, spoke first.

She looked up at the figure and then spoke as if to herself:

"She's coming down."

"what?!"

After Jack the Ripper reminded him, Ian noticed that the knight on the roof had disappeared into the thick fog at some point.

wrong--

It's not disappeared!

But it fell down!

The whistling sound of the wind was getting closer and closer, and Ian realized that the other party was jumping towards him.

Almost subconsciously, the man handed Jack the Ripper, who was riding on his shoulders, to Gray beside him, and then said:

"Get out of the way!"

After saying that, he pushed Gray away from him and used his ability of "memory projection".

"The Sword of Victory (Excalibur)!"

Almost instantly, Ian had an exquisitely crafted sword in his hand, which was Altria's standard weapon.

Men don't usually use it, but instead use its reverse side, Excalibur Morgan.

After all, he already owed Altria a lot.

Then the memory of her should be well preserved.

Only this time——

Ian felt a voice inside his body telling him that he must use this sword.

Otherwise...something unimaginable will happen.

The man decided to follow this prompting from himself.

brush brush --

As the fog continued to break, Ian could feel that Mordred was getting closer and closer to him.

Duang!

The Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) and the Sword of Brilliant Glory (Clarent) collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

It was precisely because of this collision that Ian was able to further confirm one thing.

That's right.

This is Mordred.

Even this sword is genuine.

"hero--"

"I want to be a hero—"

"Britain, will be back."

Ian was stunned by Mordred's sudden words.

But it was precisely because of these remarks that the man noticed that something was not right with her.

If Mordred is usually the kind of heartless kid who doesn't care about the consequences of anything he does;

Then the Mordred in front of him was exactly the opposite of her—

Not only did she not have that giggling look.

On the contrary, this young knight seemed to be bound by some extremely terrifying obsession.

Britain...

Is she thinking about this?

Once people start to have concerns, their actions will become hesitant.

Ian, whose swordsmanship was not inferior to Mordred's, was afraid of hurting his daughter, so he became more restrained in swinging the sword.

In stark contrast to this is—

Instead of showing mercy, Mordred became even more ferocious.

Every attack she made seemed to have the power to take Ian's life.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the words that sound like mumbling.

"hero--"

"I want to be a hero like my father—"

Others may not know.

But hearing Mordred say such words again, Ian felt a wave of pain in his heart.

It's definitely not that he couldn't beat his own daughter, he just couldn't do it.

even if...

She looked so abnormal.

Duang——!

The sword Excalibur in Ian's hand was knocked into the air by Mordred. After spinning several times, it landed squarely on the foggy London street.