In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Phantoms may summon unclaimed Servants through the refraction of light in mirrors.

So, here, the storm descended.

"Is this what Britain is today?"

Boom boom boom, please remember: Free, fastest updates, no anti-theft measures, no anti-theft measures.

------------

Chapter 732 The Past of Zorgen, A Tragic Collision

"Norla, I'm sorry, there are some things I need to tell my Master. I apologize." Lawrence first glanced worriedly at Nora, who was sitting next to her with Nursery Rhyme.

Nora bit her lip, looked up and shook her head. "No, it's okay, go ahead and say it."

Nursery Rhyme could keenly sense that Nora's mood had already turned somber, even though she was already quite down.

After patting Norra on the back, Lawrence's gaze returned to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

“You’ve probably heard of the London meteorite event of 1795,” she murmured, lowering her head.

"Yes, the London meteorite event, along with the Tunguska event, the Apocalypse explosion, the Mohenjo-daro incident, the Chernobyl disaster, the Pompeii catastrophe, the Chilean earthquake, the Indonesian tsunami, the early 20th-century influenza pandemic, the Bora storm, and the Black Death that Miss Lawrence herself ended before her death, is considered one of the eleven greatest catastrophes in human history." Matthew nodded slightly in response. "A meteorite fell directly into London, one of the most prosperous cities on Earth at the time, causing enormous casualties. According to incomplete statistics, at least 20,000 people died directly at the time, and another 200,000 died or were injured to varying degrees by secondary disasters. At least 500,000 people were left homeless. However, the aftermath was difficult to investigate for various reasons, and later, due to industrial innovation, it was completely forgotten."

"You've heard about it, but did you know that the London meteorite incident wasn't actually a meteorite, but involved some mysterious factors?" Lawrence looked at Mashu, but looked away the moment their eyes met.

"Oh, this..." Mashu paused, then lowered her head to think for a moment. "Miss Lawrence, are you perhaps referring to the London Monster?"

Nora shuddered, and the nursery rhyme quickly comforted her.

“You should know about the Matou family in Japan, right?” Lawrence extended his hand, not continuing the topic of the London meteorite, but instead mentioning a family located in the Far East.

"Oh. Hmm, I've heard of it." Mashu was a little confused, but she still obediently answered Lawrence's question.

Manrio and Mordred sat beside him, both watching Lawrence.

“According to the records, the Matou family was not originally a Japanese magic family, but an English magic family with the surname Zolgen. If we trace their lineage, their ancestor seems to be Miss Lawrence,” Mashu recalled the information and data she had gathered.

"Oh, was Miss Lawrence a magician in her previous life?" Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes showed surprise.

“No, I was indeed just a doctor and artist during my lifetime, and I had no contact with any mysticism.” Lawrence shook his head and sighed. “That was the family founded by my grandson-in-law and my godson, of course, long after my death.”

“Just like Mash said, the Matou and Sorgen families weren’t originally Japanese magic families; they moved to Japan from England.” Lawrence helped everyone sort things out. “Their descendants moved because of a certain event.”

"Could it be..." Mash thought of something.

"Yes." Lawrence sighed deeply. "This is my greatest shame and one of my greatest pains."

"The Zorgen family moved to the Far East because of the London meteorite and the London Monster incident."

Lawrence took a deep breath and then let out a long sigh.

Revealing past wounds and admitting guilt is always painful and shameful, especially when the victim is right beside her.

But that's precisely why being able to sincerely admit it is so precious.

“My descendant, named Serim Zolgen, for certain reasons, decided to use androids as materials to study magic related to familiars.” Lawrence lowered his head again, almost exactly like Nora’s gesture.

The "android" Mash muttered to herself involuntarily after hearing what Lawrence said.

The atmosphere was silent; everyone remained quiet.

"Later, the experiment on homunculus familiars hit a bottleneck, and the supply of homunculus also experienced a temporary shortage for other reasons. Serim Zolgen's experiment almost reached a dead end."

"So, he used his own hands..."

Lawrence and Norra were both trembling, trembling painfully and miserably, but Lawrence was trembling more violently.

“It’s reaching out to real humans, and children at that.” Lawrence said this almost through gritted teeth.

All eyes were on Lawrence, filled with disbelief and fear.

Lawrence's hair covered her eyes, and only two lines of tears could be seen streaming down her cheeks.

Lawrence tried to control her emotions; she had to.

She's already barely holding on and has to maintain this state, otherwise if she collapses again, it will be very difficult for Lawrence to recover his mindset.

"A boy who was only ten years old became a victim of the experiment."

All eyes turned to Norra.

Lawrence's words had gone this far; if the people still hadn't grasped them, then they were simply slow-witted.

“So this child is…” Manrio’s voice was only audible to himself.

"Serlim Zolgen has succeeded, an unprecedented success."

Nora gripped her clothes tightly.

"He turned the boy into a familiar, an incredibly powerful monster."

"The monster destroyed half of London, and was then defeated by the clock tower at the time."

"Afterwards, in order to quell the impact, the magician staged a scene of a meteorite impact."

“My descendant, Serlim Zolgen, committed suicide afterward. To avoid public opinion and other subsequent impacts, and to stabilize the family, the new head of the family chose to leave England and go to Japan.”

"That's the whole picture."

"So, there were no meteorites at all," Nora's childish yet suppressed voice slowly came through, "There were only monsters, nothing but monsters."

Nursery Rhyme's face was filled with sadness as she wiped away Nora's tears, then glanced sadly at Lawrence.

"Because of her hatred for those associated with Zorgen, Norra went berserk after seeing me. It was all because of me that Simon returned to the Throne of Heroes."

“Master, the reason I’m telling you all this is just to tell you,” Lawrence said, pressing his hand to his chest, tears welling in his eyes, “Don’t blame Nora, really don’t blame him.”

Because this is merely a brutal collision between tragedies, creating a new tragedy. Please remember: Free, fastest updates, no anti-theft measures.

------------

Chapter 733 Manlio: Awe and Respect

Adroson walked through the thick fog and sniffed.

Because of the heroic spirits he summoned, he was able to keenly sense that the concentration of magic was slowly increasing in the thick fog of London.

An increase in mana concentration will have many consequences, one of which is that the number of phantoms or Servants that are summoned to this singularity will increase.

"Mother" Adrosson sighed, quickened her pace, and moved towards the Thames.

“I understand, Miss Lawrence.” Fujimaru Ritsuka wasn’t unreasonable; although the cause and effect were complex,

"Thank you so much for your understanding, Master." For the first time, Lawrence humbled herself so much before Fujimaru Ritsuka, her body trembling as she bowed. "All of this stems from me, from a mistake and shame I cannot escape, so..."

"Miss Lawrence."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand landed on Lawrence's shoulder, with a hint of helplessness in it.

"Sigh," Lawrence looked up at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Anyway, as long as Miss Lawrence is safe and sound, that's all that matters." Fujimaru Ritsuka patted Lawrence's head, and in that instant, it was as if their roles had been reversed.

“Miss Simonetta has left the stage; that’s an undeniable fact.” The disappointment and sadness in Fujimaru Ritsuka’s eyes were almost immediately apparent. “I know the story behind you, the Zorgen family, and this child.”

“Whether it was the destruction of half of London or Miss Simonetta’s departure, I don’t think it can be blamed on you, Miss Lawrence, or this child. That’s unfair.” Fujimaru Ritsuka’s tone became calmer. She walked to Nora, squatted down, looked at Nora who was silently crying, and smiled as she patted his head. “Instead of dwelling on the disaster itself, we should focus on the people who caused it.”

"You are not the ones who are wrong."

Nora's eyes lit up, and she looked up at Fujimaru Ritsuka, while Lawrence sat back down in a daze.

“You pride yourself on being an omnipotent person with exceptional wisdom, so why do you always get stuck on these kinds of things?” Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Lawrence’s blank stare and felt somewhat helpless. “It seems that Mr. Manlio is absolutely right.”

Lawrence glanced at Manrio instinctively, and Manrio, who had just been feeling sad, panicked and quickly turned his head away.

“Miss Lawrence, I ask you, is this tragedy caused by you?” Ritsuka pointed at Norra and asked Lawrence.

"They are my descendants," Lawrence answered honestly.

"Was it you? Was it you in person, or did you instigate it?" Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted Lawrence and asked again.

“No, but they are my descendants,” Lawrence continued to answer.

"Did you know about it? Did you fail to stop it even though you knew about it?" Fujimaru Ritsuka continued to interrupt and press for answers.

"No," Lawrence opened his mouth.

"Isn't that good enough? Your descendant, Ser, is already a descendant from who knows how many generations later. Why should you pay the price for his actions? Just because he is your descendant?" Fujimaru Ritsuka's face was filled with anger.

Lawrence's mind hadn't fully recovered from the chaos, yet Fujimaru Ritsuka actually managed to pull him out of his rut ​​little by little.

Manrio looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with awe.

This person is skilled.

"Little friend, can I ask you something?" Fujimaru Ritsuka hopped in front of Nora like a rabbit, startling her.

"Huh? What?" Nora took a small step back, a little shy.

"Do you hate Miss Lawrence?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked into Nora's eyes, and Nora's gaze involuntarily began to dart away.

“I don’t know, but I do know that Lawrence is a very good person, a very hardworking person,” Nora said hesitantly.

He wanted to say he didn't hate Lawrence, but his body, his soul, constantly reminded him of his hatred for Zorgen and for Lawrence's bloodline.

This is engraved on the Throne of Heroes, flowing in Norra's magic. One cannot deceive one's own soul, especially since Norra is only a ten-year-old child, a good child.

Tong Yao noticed that Nora's mood seemed to have changed because of Fujimaru Ritsuka, and immediately became happy. "Big sister, you speak so sweetly, say a few more words, just a few more words!"

"Okay, okay." Fujimaru Ritsuka patted Tongyao's head again.

"This is Nursery Rhyme, and she's also a Servant." Lawrence stiffly introduced, her mind still caught in her own thoughts, and introducing Nursery Rhyme was purely a subconscious reaction.

"Um, I'm Tongyao, a collection of picture books and fairy tales," Tongyao greeted Fujimaru Ritsuka happily.

"Hello, Miss Nursery Rhyme." Fujimaru Ritsuka waved to Mash and Manrio, pointed to Lawrence, and then went to chat with Nora and Nursery Rhyme.

Mordred watched as the silence and stillness before him gradually disappeared, replaced by understanding and gentleness.

“You’ve got a knack for this, Chaldea Master,” she said with a slight smile. “If you’re here, then the Burning of Humanity might not be impossible to stop.”

"Hey, Lawrence." She stood up and looked at Lawrence, who sat there primly, his face expressionless. "And Master, now that Lawrence is back and we've adjusted our mindset, shouldn't we head to Fulham?"

Lawrence's eyes regained their light, and he nodded. "It seems you already know what's going on in Fulham. In that case, we should act without delay."