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"Just like you don't want to be her, she certainly doesn't want to be you."

"Gray." The man took the girl's hand and said, "If I do this again in the future, you can slap me."

"Mr. Ian..."

Gray hesitated for a moment, then laughed.

"Then I will use all my strength."

"But a girl who can be remembered by Mr. Ian must be very special, right?"

"..."

Ian looked at the mist flying around in the air due to the impact of the wind, and his eyes gradually became more affectionate.

"Yes."

"She's really special."

The gentle wind of the old British king blew from the cold night to the early morning.

The fog that originally filled the streets also dissipated like passing clouds and smoke.

Just as Gray had predicted, people took to the streets again.

At this moment, Ian also noticed a familiar figure.

Matou Zouken? !

Why is he here? !

543. The Truth Behind the London Singularity/The Destruction and Restoration of Humanity (4k)

As the British wind blows through the streets of London.

The fog that disturbed countless ordinary people also dissipated from everyone's sight as if it had lost its last vitality.

Obviously, this is the best thing.

At least for those who don't know the truth, returning to normal streets is much better than the foggy maze where a murderer lurks.

only--

For Ian at this moment, he saw an unexpected figure.

Matou Zōkō.

The man who led the Fourth Holy Grail War far away in Fuyuki City.

Now it has appeared on the streets of London.

If you calculate carefully, you will find that the time gap between the two is more than a hundred years.

how so……

Ian's throat moved slightly, and realizing that something was wrong, he continued to observe Zouken Matou who was hiding in the crowd.

It seems a little different.

Although their temperaments seemed very similar and their behaviors were quite similar, the "Matou Zouken" at this moment was not the person Ian remembered.

If you have to say it...

Does he seem more righteous?

Just as Ian said, when the fog dissipated, the expression on "Matou Zouken"'s face was not one of regret or pain, but an expression of a shattered dream.

He seemed to have witnessed some kind of destruction with his own eyes, and it took him a long time to recover from the shock.

Either way, this is a rather anomalous situation.

Don't even mention——

He was the first magician he had ever seen in this era.

Ren is him.

Ian tightened his grip on the sword Excalibur in his hand.

"I'm leaving for a while."

After saying this to Gray and Mordred (Alter), the man dove into the crowd and began walking towards where "Matou Zouken" was.

As long as... as long as I can reach him, I will definitely be able to find the clock tower of this era!

Fortunately, "Matou Zouken" seemed to be really in a state of despair as his expression suggested.

So until Ian came in front of him, the magician did not move a step, but just looked at the sky that had returned to its azure blue color, seeming a little distracted.

"Mato Dirty Inkstone!"

The man grabbed the other person's collar and questioned him in a low voice.

"Where is the Clock Tower in this era?!"

however--

Faced with Ian's questioning, "Matou Zouken" showed a confused expression.

He looked at the aggressive man in front of him and asked an unexpected question.

"Who is Matou Zouken...?"

"..."

Ian then realized something.

Since this was a time when even the clock tower had not yet been fully built, it was very likely that "Matou Zouken" was not really "Matou Zouken".

He became what he was in the Holy Grail War after going through certain things.

So--

Shouldn't I change my attitude a little?

"Can you let me go?" The other party's voice reached Ian's ears.

"Even for someone like me who has no status, being grabbed by the collar in public like this would be humiliating."

"..."

After thinking it over again and again, Ian finally loosened the collar of "Matou Zouken" temporarily.

after all--

At this moment, there are still many things I want to ask him.

"Thank you."

After Ian loosened his collar, "Matou Zouken" patted his clothes briefly and then asked:

"May I ask your name?"

"...Before asking someone's name, you should introduce yourself, right?"

"really."

"My name is Machiri Zolgen—as you can see, I am a magician."

"..."

Ian was a little surprised.

He had not expected that the man before him, who claimed to be Machiri Zolgen, would so readily admit his identity as a magician.

But the next moment, the man understood why the other party confessed all this so easily.

"If my guess is correct—"

Machiri Zorgen looked at Excalibur in Ian's hand.

"That's a rather special kind of magic projection on your hand, right?"

"We seem to be of the same kind."

It turns out that he considered himself a member of the magician group. No wonder he announced his identity so directly.

But that's okay—

Under the premise of this misunderstanding, many things will be much easier to communicate.

"Maybe we are indeed the same kind." Ian accepted the magician identity assigned to him by Machili Zolgen, and then answered with his own name.

"I'm Ian Pendragon."

"Ian Pendragon." Machiri Zorgen's eyes lit up when he heard this self-proclaimed name.

"It's amazing that you share the same surname as the historical King Arthur."

Ian was no longer surprised by people's last name.

"Yeah, maybe it's some kind of coincidence."

He perfunctorily responded to Machili Zorgen's words and then quickly got to the point that concerned him.

"Where is the Clock Tower Organization?"

"If you are a magician of this era, you should know its exact location."

"Tell me, or I'll kill you!"

Faced with Ian's words, which were so straightforward that anyone could feel that he was serious, Machili Zorgen did not show the slightest fear.

He just looked at the man who was threatening him, and then responded calmly:

"Although it's said that magicians shouldn't test each other's ideas—"

"But I'm still curious why you chose to do this."

"Is the Clock Tower organization really that important to you?"

Having said this, Machir Zolgen faced the blade of Excalibur, the Sword of Promised Victory.

He seemed to want to use this method to prove that he simply wanted to know the answer and was not stalling for time.

And Ian was not shy about answering the other party's questions.

"Maqili Zolgen."

"The existence of the Clock Tower Organization may not be important to me, but it must be important to this era."

"This is a wrong history, and I can't watch it continue like this."

“But is it really a mistake?”

Machili Zorgen suddenly asked back.

"Because it's not the original course of history, does that mean it's really wrong?"

"what do you mean?"

Ian looked directly at the man in front of him and felt that he was becoming increasingly different from the man he remembered.

"I didn't mean anything."

Machili Zolgen remained as indifferent as ever.

It was as if some extremely deep-rooted obsession was implanted in his mind.

"I simply feel that the world is broken."

"What good is there in a society that is constantly moving towards modernization?"

"This kind of human logic was wrong from the beginning, right?"

"London... No, it should be said that this era, since the advent of the Industrial Revolution, has been on a completely misplaced trajectory, a human principle doomed to destruction."

"Mist—"

"It's the beginning of the destruction of this era."

"Ian Pendragon, why did you blow them away with such a wind!"

Just like when Ian saw Machiri Zolgen.

Machiri Zolgen also saw him.