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The jeweled blade flew out, striking the mechanical familiar hidden in the fog with precision.

"The enemy still has familiars. Mash, be careful," Lawrence said seriously, looking at Mash.

"I understand." Mash nodded, her expression wary.

These long-range familiars posed little threat to Servants, but they were especially dangerous to a Master. Fujimaru Ritsuka was their backbone and absolutely could not be allowed to come to harm. Mash felt immense pressure.

"It's fine. Besides Miss Mash, you have me too." Manlio gave a thumbs-up.

"Let's keep moving. It would be best if we can force a direct confrontation." Fujimaru Ritsuka assessed both sides' combat strength and spoke with certainty.

They had Mordred, a Servant with top-tier frontal combat ability. Lawrence and Manlio were both highly capable support Servants who could provide Mordred with additional combat power. As a Caster, Nursery Rhyme possessed a certain degree of combat ability as well, along with Mash's defenses, and...

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Norla.

If possible, they should avoid letting this child fight.

It clearly wasn't his fault, yet he had to bear that terrifying appearance and madness. Surely, he really didn't want to become like that.

The group continued onward through the thick fog, searching the town streets for the location of the vessel.

On the south bank of the Thames River, Adelson sensed something.

"Has fighting broken out in Fulham?" Feeling the contract devouring magical energy, Adelson murmured calmly.

"Very little magical energy is being mobilized. The intensity of the battle isn't high... That's strange." He pinched his chin, his brows furrowing slightly.

Fulham was the last Gem Tower. The other four Gem Towers had undoubtedly already been destroyed.

The defenses Adelson had arranged at the other four locations were all powerful. Whoever had destroyed those four Gem Towers should not have