Then... now, the murder had been established here.
Jack the Ripper had killed at least five prostitutes... perhaps.
Jack the Ripper should have possessed extensive medical knowledge... perhaps.
Jack the Ripper might have been a man, or might have been a woman.
History itself clearly could not be changed, yet Jack the Ripper's existence remained shrouded in uncertainty.
No one knew Jack's true identity, nor did anyone understand it. Not detectives, investigators, poets, teachers, doctors, murderers, psychics, scientists, or even... perhaps not even God.
As for Jack the Ripper, there was only one thing people knew now.
Jack the Ripper killed "females."
The victim's abdomen would be blasted apart. The instant the Noble Phantasm activated, everything was already over.
This was a recreation of a murder scene... something even a strike from a Holy Sword or a barrage from a divine spear could not accomplish.
The victim would die... limbs dismembered, organs torn away, massive blood loss—the final result was death.
First came "murder," then "death," and only much later came the belated "reason." It was practically an instant kill against anything. Counterattacking, evading, or resisting were all meaningless.
"Black" Assassin was absolutely certain.
She had done it. There was no doubt that she had killed this Servant. At the same time, she intended to dig out the Servant's heart.
A Servant's magical energy was immense, especially in the heart and brain, where the Spirit Core resided. After devouring the girl's soul, "Black" Assassin would gain even greater power.
If there was one thing "Black" Assassin had miscalculated—
It was mistaking the girl for an ordinary Servant. Dismemberment Holy Mother was indeed an overwhelmingly powerful Noble Phantasm that guaranteed death in a single blow, and all of its activation conditions had been met: "night," "within fog," and "female."
However, no