Hiding Place, Hillingdon

"Can we trust what this little thing says?" Mordred looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, her eyes serious.

"I think we can." Fujimaru Ritsuka poked the little fairy Puck sprawled atop his head. "His master—the person who turned him into a Phantom Spirit—should be the one who created the character 'Puck.'"

"The famous writer, William Shakespeare."

Fou, in Mash's arms, wore the dejected expression of a pet that had fallen out of favor, while Mash comforted him.

Mordred and Henry Jekyll exchanged a glance, then nodded.

"I trust your judgment." She looked back at Fujimaru Ritsuka. "So, now that we know the mastermind behind this Singularity is hiding underground, which part of the underground is he in? London isn't small."

Rather than trusting Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash, Mordred trusted Anno and Galahad.

During her earlier conversation with Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others, Mordred had learned about the previous Singularities. She knew they had not only met herself and the Black King, but also Anno and Pindo, the two Knights of the Round Table—as well as Galahad, whom she had recognized at first glance, though they had noticed nothing.

They were all trustworthy companions. Since they had all chosen to trust these two, Mordred naturally would not be stingy with her own trust.

"Puck, do you know?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked the little fairy.

"Puck doesn't know." Puck looked somewhat sleepy. "When Puck appeared, Puck was already on the surface. Puck doesn't know where Master is, and Master didn't tell Puck either."

"This is troublesome." Henry Jekyll sighed. "We only know he's beneath our feet, but not the exact location. London is so large—how are we supposed to find him?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka stood where he was, thinking.

*Think carefully, Fujimaru Ritsuka. If it were Miss Lawrence, how would she think at a time like