"Mom... Mom..."
It was a drawn-out, somewhat timid voice. To reassure her, Reika held her tightly while gently stroking her head.
"There, there."
Faced with her acting spoiled like a child, Reika did not find anything strange about it. She did not know what the Holy Grail War was, nor did she know what a Master or a Servant was. Servants were Heroic Spirits, beings sustained by faith, and they always appeared in their prime when summoned.
Therefore, a summoned child should not have existed. "Black" Assassin—Jack the Ripper—was not mentally unstable. She was simply a pure child.
Jack had not been "human" at all when she was alive.
In Saint Peter in 1888, there had been tens of thousands of special workers. The technology of the time had been quite primitive and brutal. Children who could have been born normally were disposed of like trash. The infants' corpses were thrown into the river near the East End District, where resentment accumulated endlessly within those chaotic waters.
The resentment of tens of thousands of infants who had been denied even the right to be born gradually began taking human form. Later, a young girl who could not even be called a prostitute began wandering aimlessly through the East End District. Why was she alive? Why was she sad? Why was she cold? She knew none of it. Yet despite not knowing, she understood one thing: what she wanted.
At that time, she met a woman.
Jack could not help calling out "Mom" to her, only to be cruelly cursed at. Being cursed at was painful, agonizing, and sad—so she killed her.
Killing someone was unexpectedly easy. The organs she dug out after dismembering her were as warm as love.
When the body was discovered the next day, it immediately caused