Kairi Shishigou began to feel uneasy.
They had been in Sighișoara's old town for over half an hour. At first, Mordred had kept grumbling about how boring it was, how dull, and whether their enemy was ever going to show up.
But a little while ago, she had stopped talking and simply walked on in silence.
"Saber, what's wrong?"
Shishigou asked to check whether Mordred had sensed something that only a Servant could detect.
"Shut up... sorry, let me concentrate. Something feels off."
Mordred's uncertain answer made Shishigou's face tighten with tension. Anyone who could put her on guard like this was undoubtedly a Servant on her level.
"Be careful. Don't stray too far from me."
They began to slow down, placing each step with care as they advanced.
The dim streetlights in the old town failed to illuminate all the dark corners of the streets and instead interfered with their vision. The cold winter-night air licked at Shishigou's collar like a snake's flickering tongue, making him shiver.
"Is that fog?"
Mordred's voice put Shishigou on high alert. Just as she said, fog had surrounded them without their noticing, and the distance they could see was shrinking... no, wait!
Sighișoara was so dry in autumn and winter. The sky had been completely clear during the day, without so much as a wisp of cloud. How could fog suddenly appear at night? Especially fog thick enough to obstruct their vision?
It made no sense.
No matter how he looked at it, it made no sense.
Shishigou and Mordred stopped almost simultaneously. The ornate King's Sword left its sheath, and Shishigou drew his short-barreled shotgun from its holster.
"This fog... cough, cough!"
Just as Shishigou was about to speak, pain flared deep inside his nose like a shower of sparks, making him