The Secret of Servant-Summoning Magecraft

In this way, the matter will not remain an unsolved mystery.

However, Jack the Ripper, being a monstrous entity of resentment, died and became Heroic Spirit, which made Mephistopheles narrow his eyes.

"It seems that the person who dealt with Jack the Ripper was Magecraft; ordinary humans are no match for such a being."

"But that's quite normal. After all, this is London, the City of Fog. There are many powerful Magecraft here, and there's even the corpse of a certain dragon, which allows London's Magecraft to quickly expand their power by relying on this dragon's corpse, namely the Clock Tower."

As Mephistopheles pondered, another idea suddenly popped into his head.

"Oh right, this is London! The Clock Tower is right here. Can I go to the Clock Tower here, just break in, and see what good things are hidden inside?"

Although Mephistopheles really didn't want to go to the Clock Tower to study, he knew where it was located, on the outskirts of London, and he hid himself using a special barrier.

Mephistopheles disliked the people in the Clock Tower, but there were probably many special books hidden inside. If he took this opportunity to go and read those books, he could learn many secrets. Most importantly, when history was restored, those guys would forget about these things.

Thinking of this, Mephistopheles's lips curled up slightly.

"This is fantastic! It's so great to be in London this time!"

So he turned around and said to Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others, "Here's what we'll do: I'll split up with you. You stay with Black Jeanne. Be careful not to get ambushed!"

"And you? Where are you planning to go?" Ritsuka Fujimaru asked quickly. She knew Mephistopheles was very strong and could quickly resolve the problem, but that wasn't her concern right now. "Could you leave us some? I think it would be useful in actual combat."

Seeing Ritsuka Fujimaru say this, Mephistopheles burst into laughter, patting her on the shoulder as he laughed, "This time it's up to you guys, good luck! As for me, I'm going somewhere else, I won't be making a move anytime soon, understand?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at Mephistopheles with a puzzled expression, seemingly not understanding what Mephistopheles was planning to do.

Mephistopheles glanced at the communicator, then leaned closer to Ritsuka Fujimaru and whispered, "You know the Clock Tower, right?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru nodded.

"There must be many secrets inside the Clock Tower, but usually I avoid searching inside to avoid attracting the attention of those old guys, and I don't want to fall out with anyone. But now that I'm in London, and after the Singularity is repaired, history will return to its original state, and no one will remember us. Given this opportunity, why shouldn't I go inside the Clock Tower and take a look?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru's eyes widened, then she gave Mephistopheles a thumbs up.

However, after seeing the blurry image of the communicator, Ritsuka Fujimaru retracted her thumb and shouted, "I understand, Mephistopheles, you can go do your own thing. Leave this crisis resolution to us!"

As she said this, she even felt a little excited.

"As expected of Mephistopheles, someone who can roam freely even in the Age of Gods Greece, actually planning to steal the Clock Tower! But it's no wonder he doesn't want to say it out loud. Someone with the Director's temper would definitely not want Mephistopheles to do such a thing. The memories of those people in the Clock Tower can be restored, but the Director's memories cannot. It's inevitable that the Director will remember this for the rest of his life."

So, under Mash Kyrielight's puzzled gaze, Ritsuka Fujimaru bid farewell to Mephistopheles before saying to Black Jeanne, "You can come with us for now."

"Alright, I'll go with you. Anyway, he's strong enough; no one here can hurt him."

Seeing that Black Jeanne was so easy to talk to, Ritsuka Fujimaru secretly breathed a sigh of relief before leading the two girls forward.

She hadn't gone far, and after dealing with another batch of demonic puppets, she had just returned to the main street when she saw a figure in armor appear in front of her—the armored woman she had encountered at the beginning.

At this moment, the other party smiled and said, "I saw everything. Since you destroyed those guys, you shouldn't be my enemies."

With admiration on her face, she said, "Besides, you guys are quite capable. You haven't even grasped the details yet, but you're already so competent. Very good. I don't dislike idiots like you."

Ritsuka Fujimaru raised an eyebrow. "Who are you calling an idiot?"

"Huh?!" The armored woman looked puzzled, seemingly not understanding why the person in front of her seemed somewhat displeased.

Seeing this, Mash Kyrielight quickly stepped forward and said, "You're right, we're definitely not your enemy! So, we hope you can talk to us and provide us with some information. For example, tell us what exactly happened in this foggy city."

"Sure, I'll tell you," the armored woman said. "But before that, let me clarify something: you're a so-called Demi-Servant, right?"

"Yes, I am Mash Kyrielight, a Demi-Servant."

"You must be a Servant." The armored woman then looked at Black Jeanne Black Jeanne nodded. "That's right, I am a Servant, Black Jeanne."

Finally, the armored woman looked at Ritsuka Fujimaru: "And what about you?"

"I am Ritsuka Fujimaru." So, Ritsuka Fujimaru introduced herself.

"Mash Kyrielight, Ritsuka Fujimaru, and another Servant, Black Jeanne, what a strange name. Could there be a Jeanne d'Arc as well?" The armored woman said, shaking her head. "... Never mind, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

She then introduced herself, "I am Mordred, a Heroic Spirit, and also Knights of the Round Table who has come to save Londinium, the Britain city beloved by my father, from peril."

Walking along the road leading out of the city, and after dismantling a bunch of puppets, Mephistopheles suddenly smiled.

"It's Mordred! A life born from the bloodline of her sisters, through the power of Magecraft! Ha!" Mephistopheles, having overheard the conversation through the spell he had cast on Black Jeanne, shook his head with delight.

"It has to be said that the history of Type-Moon is truly unique and wild. And because the legend became reality, a real King Arthur appeared, so naturally the Knights of the Round Table also came into being..."

"If I had summoned Artoria, this meeting would have been incredibly fun. Unfortunately, Artoria and I have no connection, so it's normal that I couldn't summon her."

As he pondered this, he continued walking towards the city gate.

Rapid footsteps echoed from both the right and left alleys; they were the sounds of puppets, and there were so many of them that they seemed enormous.

But just as these guys appeared, several blades of energy appeared around Mephistopheles. These blades swept out at an extremely fast speed, and in an instant, he cut these dozens of puppets into several pieces!

Chapter 170 The Secret of Servant Summoning Magecraft

Upon arriving at the location of the Clock Tower on the outskirts of London, Mephistopheles began to invoke Raphael's power. Instantly, the Clock Tower, which had been hidden and difficult to spot, appeared before Mephistopheles's eyes.

The protective barrier around the Clock Tower had lost its effectiveness at this point, or rather, it had lost its effect on Mephistopheles. The barrier couldn't stop Mephistopheles at all. He walked into the barrier as if he were walking in his own backyard, and even casually pushed open the door of the Clock Tower and walked straight in.

The Clock Tower was much the same as Mephistopheles remembered, or rather, it hadn't changed much. If there was any difference, it was that there were no humans inside the Clock Tower here anymore.

Or rather, the Magecraft no longer exists in this place, as if he has been completely erased.

"So, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, they eliminated all the Magecraft who might cause problems first?" Mephistopheles muttered to himself as he continued walking forward.

But soon, accompanied by a strange sound, he saw a large number of mechanical constructs emerge from the surrounding corridors and other places, all looking at him.

Then they began their charge, attacking Mephistopheles with an aura of utter destruction!

Mephistopheles watched the charging figures without even bothering to attack. He was surrounded by wind blades, which protected him in layers. The moment the puppets got close, their bodies would be cut off by the wind blades, becoming wreckage that fell to the ground.

At the same time, another force transformed into an undercurrent that kept parting to the left and right in front of Mephistopheles, pushing away all the debris that had fallen to the ground so as not to hinder his progress.

The Clock Tower's interior is divided into many areas, including classrooms, offices, and so on. Mephistopheles's destination is the library, or more accurately, the collection of books, also known as the Sea of Books, which contains a vast collection of books, including various research records, Magecraft theories, and so on.

Mephistopheles was really envious of these things!

He easily erased all the restrictions and barriers he encountered along the way and arrived at the Sea of Books area on the bottom floor. Mephistopheles looked at the books on the bookshelves and let out a cheer.

"Wow, I never thought I'd have the chance to come here again!" he said, quickly looking around carefully, but what he saw made him freeze.

"Hmm? It seems someone has been here..."

Mephistopheles approached the table, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the somewhat scattered yet clearly interconnected documents and books.

"It's about the Holy Grail War and Servant summoning..." Mephistopheles picked up the items and quickly glanced at them, a look of surprise on his face.

"I know that Servant summoning and the Holy Grail War are independent systems. The Holy Grail's purpose is essentially to make Servants die, as I expected, that's what it says... Then, relying on the magical power of Servants returning to the Throne of Heroes, this passage is fixed, allowing people to travel to the Root, contact the Root, and thus obtain the Root's knowledge..."

Mephistopheles already knew about these things during the Fifth Holy Grail War, but he didn't expect to find such records inside the Clock Tower in 1888, considering that the First Holy Grail War was in 2004.

"As expected, research into the Holy Grail War actually began long ago; so much has been recorded inside the Clock Tower, it's just that it hasn't been successful yet?"

Mephistopheles pondered this as he continued reading.

"According to what this book says, Servant summoning is essentially an imitation of an ancient True Magic... Because Heroic Spirit are records of primates, as long as primates exist, Heroic Spirit will exist. A Servant is a aspect of Heroic Spirit, which is a familiar summoning spell."

"To cope with a potential catastrophe that could affect the entire primate civilization, Heroic Spirit Summoning Magic was developed. Based on seven different classes, it summons the strongest beings. However, the Servant summons we see today are essentially ordinary Servants belonging to these seven classes..."

Although the content didn't seem like much, Mephistopheles immediately understood what it meant after stroking his chin.

"Oh, isn't this the story about humanity suffering a catastrophe of annihilation, and seven Heroic Spirit becoming idols... cough cough, becoming Grand Servant, descending as the strongest beings to wipe out the disaster?"

Back when I was just an ordinary person, before I transmigrated, I could see discussions about Grand xxx in various places, as well as descriptions like "Why isn't Heracles Grand?"

Even though Mephistopheles wasn't interested in FGO and was too lazy to watch the story, he still had some impression of the content that people were arguing about every day.

So, without any hesitation, Mephistopheles photographed and documented all this information, then put the photos away. He figured he could just take them back to Chaldea and let Chaldea with the headache.

For example, consider who put these things down and why they were placed in such a conspicuous place, as if to inform someone they thought would come in.

Mephistopheles was certain that the other party was not waiting for him, but for someone from Chaldea.

For example, truly professional investigators like Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight.

As for him, he's just a tank capable of completely destroying the plot, suitable for rampaging through Singularity.

After the photo session ended, he began his favorite activity: taking out a book, memorizing its contents, then switching to another book, continuing to memorize its contents, and so on!

Mephistopheles took out books one by one, flipped through them, and then casually tossed them aside. Since everything would return to normal history after the Singularity was resolved, Mephistopheles was too lazy to even put them back. He just wanted to spend all his time reading.

"... Ugh, really, swordsman. You always tell strangers your real name right away. Didn't I tell you? Didn't I remind you that when you introduce yourself, you only need to say your class!" A thin, blond man was lecturing Mordred.

Seeing Mordred's nonchalant expression, he continued, "Do you really understand? Revealing your true name is equivalent to revealing your abilities. That's why Servants usually hide their true names in the Holy Grail War. But you always so easily reveal your true name..."

Mordred remained unconcerned. "It doesn't matter, and this is no longer the Holy Grail War you're talking about. There aren't seven or fourteen Heroic Spirit, and there are no Master."

Then she asked, "Do you have cider? I'm thirsty."

As he spoke, he sat down on the sofa.

Seeing the other person sit down while still wearing armor, the man exclaimed, "Ah, that's my favorite personal sofa!"

The man only complained briefly about his reserved seat being taken away, and even resignedly picked up the things he had prepared beforehand. "Okay, I've already chilled the cider."

This made Mordred laugh, "You actually have a refrigerator here that's not even common yet? You're quite the scholar!"

The man replied somewhat helplessly, "Because some medicines must be stored at low temperatures, refrigerators are a necessity for scholars."

"Yes, yes, yes." Mordred replied perfunctorily, tilting her head back and gulping down the entire bottle of cider. With a series of gulping sounds, she abruptly removed the glass, letting out a blissful exclamation. "Whew! Ah! I'm alive again! This is what you drink after soaking in the Demon Fog!"

Then, she looked at the other people, including Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight.

"What's wrong with you all? Don't just stand there, sit down anywhere!"

She spoke as if she were the one who owned the place.

Mash Kyrielight hesitated for a moment, glancing at Ritsuka Fujimaru, who in Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at the blond man. "May we sit down, Mr. Glasses?"

The man smiled and said, "Haha, well, it's alright. Since the swordsman trusts you, you must be our comrades. I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Henry Jekyll."

"I am a scholar-scientist in London. Although not a formal Magecraft, I am skilled at concocting elixirs."

"By the time I realized it, London had been enveloped in fog in an instant. It was terrifying!"

He looked terrified. "Although I discovered that the fog contains magic, I'm helpless against it..."

At this point, Mordred spoke up, "Then he met me, and we started working together. While he's not entirely reliable as Magecraft, he's still somewhat useful. So, I'm mainly in charge of the operations, and he's responsible for the investigation and analysis."

Jekyll nodded and said, "That's right."

However, Mash Kyrielight was filled with doubt at this moment. She cautiously asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Henry Jekyll? This name... uh... is it a coincidence that it shares the same name as a character in the novel? No, or is he the prototype for that character?"

At this moment, Romani also said, "Mash Kyrielight, can you sense the presence of Servants? I can't here. Even indoors, it's the same as outside. I can't see anything, I can only hear things. The interference is too great."

Mash Kyrielight whispered, "Me too, Doctor. I can't distinguish between humans and Servants by their scent. Perhaps only Mephistopheles here could tell the difference."

Upon hearing Mash Kyrielight's words, Jekyll quickly said, "How could that be? I'm a real human being. If I were a Servant, I would have gone out to investigate long ago. Also, what were you talking about just now? A novel?"

Mash Kyrielight nodded and said, "Yes, it was published a little earlier than this time, and the protagonist in the book shares your name."

This made Jekyll even more confused. "I don't remember. I've read quite a few novels. The protagonist's name is the same as mine? Really? Hmm... if that's the case, I shouldn't have forgotten."

At this moment, Black Jeanne stepped forward and said to the group, "Mephistopheles sent word that this situation might be caused by the Holy Grail, which has distorted the original spacetime, causing illusion and reality to intertwine, resulting in a special timeline completely different from reality."

"So, the change is due to the Holy Grail?" Mash Kyrielight asked. Black Jeanne nodded. "That's what Mephistopheles meant. Once the issue is resolved, everything will return to normal."

Jekyll listened to Black Jeanne's words and even nodded in agreement. "That's a possibility."

After that, he stopped paying attention to the matter.

"Forget about my name, it's a name you see everywhere. Let me reintroduce myself: I'm Henry Jekyll, just a man who wants to stop his hometown from being trampled."

"Alright, now it's your turn. You should be a little different from us, right?"

So, Mash Kyrielight skillfully told the two that she was on the Chaldea side and that she was there to save Human Order.

This surprised Jekyll: "You mean to say that London of this era is one of the seven cogs in the machine of world history?"

Mash Kyrielight nodded. "Yes, and we are searching for the Holy Grail that caused the Singularity to appear."

Jekyll did not suspect the group. "I roughly understand your situation. Let me briefly explain what we currently know about the city."

"Starting about three days ago, every night the entire city is shrouded in a fog that can kill living things. If the fog is thin, you can avoid death by wearing a mask, but it's not the same in places with thick fog. Ordinary creatures will be corrupted by magic just by inhaling the fog."

"Although the reaction varies from person to person depending on their physical condition and constitution, in severe cases, death can occur in less than an hour."

As he spoke, his expression turned serious. "We don't know the exact number yet, but according to my estimate, the death toll has reached hundreds of thousands!"