Marching Towards Fulham

"Fujimaru Ritsuka's side seems to have sent us a message." Henry Jekyll held a Mystic Code in his hand, something Manlio had hastily made for simple communication.

"So, they want us to go over now?" Sakata Kintoki was wrapped in bandages, yet he rose to his feet as if nothing was wrong and looked at Henry Jekyll.

Carmilla sat on the sofa, scorch marks still covering her body.

"Probably. I think." Jekyll looked at the two of them, frowning slightly. "Manlio and I agreed at the time that if this message was triggered, it meant they were likely heading to Fulham."

"It was triggered once before, but they seemed to have turned back afterward. Now, they probably want to head to Fulham again." Henry Jekyll sighed. "What do we do? Are we going?"

"Let's go. I have a feeling." Sakata Kintoki folded his arms and smiled carefree. "This might be the final battle, you know? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if we didn't take part?"

Carmilla said nothing, merely staring intently at Henry Jekyll.

Henry Jekyll shook his head and smiled. "I think I know what you two are thinking."

"Then let's get going."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's group hurried along the streets toward Fulham.

"The concentration of magical energy in the air is rising. There's an ambush ahead," Lawrence said with certainty. "They've set up a field that blocks perception. I can't sense what's inside, so everyone, be careful."

"...I'll try." Norla bit his lip and stepped in front of everyone.

"Norla..." Lawrence reached out as if he wanted to say something, but then drew his hand back.

Norla sighed. "Everyone, I just hope you won't be afraid of me."

"Nursery Rhyme won't be scared of a cute little prince! Don't worry!" Nursery Rhyme stood behind Norla, chuckling.

"Absolutely not." Lawrence took