"Ah...!"
Under the pitch-black moonlit night, the girl's cry of pain sounded so abrupt and pitiful that it stirred sympathy.
Jack hurriedly dodged after pushing Rokudo Rinkai away, but the suddenly incoming bullet still grazed her arm, carving open a wound in her slender limb and drawing blood.
"Jack!"
Rokudo Rinkai cried out at the sight.
But Jack had no time to care about that. She drew her two blades and glared furiously into the darkness ahead.
There, the gun-wielding attacker spun his pistol deftly in his hand, his voice carrying a faintly amused tone.
"As greetings go, this should be gentle enough, right?"
As he spoke, the attacker showed no fear of the dense killing intent and bloody aura emanating from Jack, walking straight toward her.
"So you really hadn't disappeared."
Fang Li lowered the Glock he had used ever since his days as an armed detective and looked at Jack with narrowed eyes.
"Once I confirmed that you hadn't fought anyone in the Floating Garden, I had a vague feeling that things weren't that simple."
This homicidal maniac, who treated killing as instinct, would never pass up an opportunity for a massacre. She would never simply watch coldly from the sidelines until the Holy Grail War ended, then quietly vanish.
That was why Fang Li had remained on guard, wondering whether Jack was observing from the shadows, ready to erupt at the final moment and push the situation into another crisis.
To that end, Fang Li had specifically warned everyone, including Jeanne, Minamoto no Yorimitsu, and Astolfo, to be wary of it.
Yet Jack the Ripper had shown no signs of appearing on the battlefield, which immediately made Fang Li suspicious.
"Looks like my suspicion wasn't entirely useless after all."
Fang Li glanced at Rokudo Rinkai, who was