Lawrence Returns, Chaldea Gathers

"What's going on here?" Adelson looked calmly at his two Servants. "Has no one come this way?"

"Isn't that for the best? It'd be even better if whatever you're plotting fell apart." The slicked-back-haired Servant shot Adelson a sidelong glance, his voice utterly devoid of emotion.

Adelson narrowed his eyes slightly and silently watched that Servant.

". Hmph. They'll come here sooner or later anyway. Just stay here quietly—they'll take the bait eventually." His gaze shifted slightly elsewhere. He walked past the Servant and vanished into the fog.

The two Servants calmly sensed Adelson's magical energy fade from their perception. They exchanged a glance and both sighed.

Such a Master, such Servants.

"I only hope those people are stronger than us." The tall robotic Servant sounded helpless. "Sending us back to the Throne of Heroes here would be the best possible outcome for this journey."

The slicked-back-haired Servant nodded as well, then sighed again. "But honestly, the trap we set is pretty lethal. I just hope those who save humanity can make it past us."

Lawrence, Nursery Rhyme, and Norla had already arrived at the Wandsworth ferry crossing, preparing to cross the Thames River.

"Hmm?" Lawrence suddenly sensed something and looked toward the opposite bank.

"What's wrong, Big Sister Lawrence?" Nursery Rhyme held Norla's hand and looked up at Lawrence.

With Nursery Rhyme keeping him in check, Norla was now extremely rational, and his senses were actually quite sharp.

Through the clusters of Phantom Spirits floating on the river's surface, Norla could sense several especially massive magical energy signatures on the other side of the Thames River.

"Are they Servants?" he asked Lawrence.

"They should be my Master and the others." Lawrence looked gently at Norla, approval in her eyes. "It seems my guess was right. Even without me, my