Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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Detective Lestrade and Sherlock Holmes have worked together many times, and if Mash were to run into the detective this time, she thought she might be able to get his autograph or something.

The damp, rusty smell mingled with the London fog. The gaslights in the corridor were off; they hadn't been maintained or used for some time.

The sound of footsteps broke the eerie silence.

The dimly lit police station, devoid of any light, resembled a scene from a horror movie, a place haunted by demons.

"Senior, there's no one here."

Mashu said with a serious expression. She examined the situation carefully for a long time before finally drawing an obvious conclusion.

“Isn’t that obvious?” Mordred said, slinging his greatsword over his shoulder. “There doesn’t look like anyone alive here. Is the police station closed today…? That can’t be, can it?”

"There are no living people, not even dead people."

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a strange sensation.

If it were a large-scale massacre, there should be some bloodstains or corpses left behind.

Even if a powerful magician destroys a body and eliminates all traces, there should still be a small amount of magical essence remaining in the air. How could there be no trace at all?

There wasn't even a corpse here.

""

"Ah, it's black magic."

Sajō Aika drew out a long note and gently kicked the wall with her little feet.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Dark Magic? You mean those monster cards with 2500 attack and 2100 defense?"

"No, no... really, Ritsuka is such an idiot." The girl said, somewhat annoyed.

"Ah, black magic. You mean those magical rituals that use the flesh and blood of living beings for sacrifice? I see, that explains it." Dr. Roman slapped his forehead in sudden realization. If that's the case, he understands now.

“Ritsuka, and Mashu too. The police officers here must have all been sacrificed as offerings for some grand magic.”

Dr. Roman felt a chill run down his spine, and a sense of dread washed over him.

The enemy's methods were ruthless and their style was vicious, like that of an evil god.

Sacrificial rituals have been developing since the early days of human civilization.

However, when it comes to modern sacrificial rituals, animal flesh and blood are generally used as the medium for casting spells. Of course, human flesh and blood can also be used as offerings to perform large-scale magic tricks.

"Go check out Inspector Lestrade's office; it should be at the end of this floor."

"We might find something there."

Jekyll established a real-time communication link with Chaldea through the spiritual veins, and then connected with everyone through Chaldea.

"Lestrade's office... Ah, let me see..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's English was quite good; she could understand icons and text and followed the signs to the quaint office.

There are already people there.

Fujimaru Ritsuka saw a person sitting with their legs crossed, seemingly taking notes with a quill pen.

He kept muttering to himself, "Hmm, so that's how it is here... I think I should change the wording a bit, haha."

"Huh? There's already someone here... Could it be a survivor? No, it doesn't seem so. Is it a Servant? Sorry to bother you, we're here to investigate."

Lily politely pushed open the door and said.

The other person was a scruffy-bearded middle-aged man, dressed in heavy clothes, who looked carefree and irresponsible, like a guy who was always looking for fun.

"Oh my gosh~~ It's great to finally meet you all! If I hadn't met you, I might have been captured and used as fertilizer the next second."

The man wore a nonchalant smile and then bowed to the crowd.

"Nice to meet you. My name is William Shakespeare. I have survived to some extent thanks to my self-preservation skills."

"Shakespeare? Senior, could you mean that famous English novelist, the one who wrote the four great tragedies?"

“Hey Mash, can you stop with your formulaic surprise?” Fujimaru Ritsuka rolled her eyes. “After all, they’re both Servants. If they encountered Andersen, then encountering Shakespeare is perfectly normal, right?”

"That's true, I was being disrespectful, senpai," Mashu said apologetically.

"Oh, you look familiar...where have I seen you before?"

Mordred looked Shakespeare up and down.

"Wow~~ You are... Ah, what a coincidence! And the one next to you... I know..." Mr. Shakespeare was completely excited when he saw Lily and Mordred.

My Lolita Father!

No... or rather, it's more like, a rebellious prince who has come to his senses has encountered his young father, who is still on a pilgrimage!

Is this how the story unfolds: to prevent all tragedies from happening again, the choice is to loyally assist?

No...no, my creative urge is kicking in!

It is essential to depict the rebellious knight's inner journey in a detailed manner.

It vividly expresses her regret, realization, and distorted emotions!

And there's also the innocent and adorable young father who hasn't yet become king.

The rebellious knight wanted to change everything, but despairingly, her actions didn't lead her naive father to a better future; instead, they burdened him with even more pressure and despair. The rebellious knight could only watch helplessly as the young king transformed into a tyrannical ruler, leading the nation step by step into the abyss and plunging it off the cliff.

She stood in the setting sun over Kamran, her body covered in blood, her armor menacing.

The last sentence of the story must be—

There's nothing I can change.

"Hey hey hey..."

Shakespeare looked at Lily with a smile that evoked the image of a strange, old man.

Lily nervously hid behind Mordred.

This kind of weirdo, well, she can't handle him.

[器貳衫邻] siIII is booming!

Mordred made a huge hole in the Scotland Yard detective's office.

"You bastard! If you dare do anything to Father..."

The rebellious knight's expression was ferocious, as if he were about to kill Shakespeare at any moment.

"Next time, I'll be aiming for the head."

"Oh dear, sorry, sorry. I just couldn't help but think of a lot of derivative plots about the Arthurian legend when I saw you two. Personally, I prefer a more fatalistic writing style, and a classic tale doesn't suit my personal style."

Shakespeare said with an awkward laugh.

He realized that this fool wasn't in charge, so he wouldn't dare say anything unless the real person in charge spoke up.

Drama, absurdity, satire.

This is the style that Shakespeare consistently pursued.

Therefore, the resolution of Camlann's story was the perfect ending for Shakespeare.

“But why is Mr. Shakespeare here?” Mashu asked. “Could it be that Mr. Shakespeare is a user of dark magic?!”

“We?! Miss, you can’t just say that.”

Shakespeare quickly shook his head: "I am just a writer, I cannot do such a cruel thing, nor can I use black magic... Even the class of magician is given by the Servant's adaptability, I can't actually cast a single spell."

"So you're saying they're trash. Forget it, what a wasted trip." Mordred snorted coldly, "That's it, that's it! Seriously, isn't there a single decent opponent? Send someone who can fight! What are this weakling and that other weakling doing here? They're hilarious."

Xiao Mo was in a bad mood.

"Don't say that, hehe. Actually... we've been doing some deductions here. The cause of the police officers' deaths, and where these sacrifices went and what they went through... I think you're very curious about that, aren't you?"

"What do you know?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared directly at Shakespeare.

"Oh my, so the person in charge has finally shown up? Beautiful blonde lady, then we won't keep you in suspense any longer."

"Based on the deductions of our Noble Phantasm, we have discovered that the entire incident is inextricably linked to one person."

Shakespeare's gaze was fixed on Sajou Aika, a pale blonde girl who stood quietly with her hands behind her back.

It was as if he hadn't heard what he said.

"Aren't you going to explain anything, Miss Sajō Aika, the girl connected to the Root? I am quite curious about your situation."

"Eh?"

Sajou Aika raised an eyebrow.

All eyes were on her, but she seemed oblivious to them.

When Shakespeare finally called her name, as noticeably as a teacher calling roll in class, Aika Sajou simply tapped her toes twice.

A melodious, beautiful voice, like that of a fairy, filled the quiet house. She blinked gently, like an innocent fairy from Avalon:

"What do you know, Mr. Shakespeare?"

"That gentleman... the tragic alchemist. Before he was evaporated by your blazing light, I once tested him with my Noble Phantasm."

"And the owner of this office."

"This respectable detective left the police station's secret code on paper with his own blood in the last moments of his life."

"All these signs point to one person."

"That's you—"

"Miss Sajō Aika!"

There's a traitor among us!

Chapter 118 Demon God Pillar, Delicious

"My ally~~"

"Why have you summoned me?"

Machiri, carrying his prized heavy machinery capable of unleashing monsters, arrived at the Mage's Association's underground.

The place is known as the Albion Mausoleum.

Although the area is rich in magic, and even filled with the fifth true element [True Aether] that only existed on the surface during the Age of Gods, it is not enough to destroy the entire city of London.

Paracelsus, a friend of Machiavelli, said he had important matters to discuss, so he took all his equipment and the Holy Grail and entered the Tomb of Albion.

Marich believed in Paracelsus's character and that he would not harm him, and he also believed in the pact between him and the demon pillar Barbatos.

So I came without any doubts.

However, people will eventually pay the price for making hasty trusts.

"Babbage, you're here too?"

"And Mephisto...you're all here, right?"

The red crystal in the center of the enormous body of Steam King Charles Babbage glittered.

"Wow!!! You've arrived too?! This is truly for the future of humanity, leading humanity's future with steam..."

The enormous steel monster was steaming, and its sensors suddenly emitted a scorching alarm. The camera focused on a surging black mud.

"What...is this?! It feels somewhat similar to Barbatos. When did Paracelsus create this thing?"

Marich also saw the black chunks of flesh that were constantly growing and devouring.

He sensed malice, greed, and an unprecedented madness and devouring desire, as if they were all food.

"Hehehe! This is bad, hehehe... I feel like things are going to get really bad, hehehe~~"

Mephisto instinctively tried to run away.

"No, you can't!"

“The child hasn’t eaten enough yet, we can’t let you leave like this.”

A voice emanated from the deep blue magic circle.

That was a very beautiful, very beautiful girl's voice.

The words, which sounded like those of a fairy, made Marich tremble all over. He subconsciously looked in that direction and saw a cute and delicate girl carrying Jack the Ripper's head in her hands, walking towards him step by step.