In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

However, to her surprise, the person standing outside was not a member of the Yggdrasil clan, but an android holding a tray full of food.

“Miss Jeanne, Mr. Rider asked me to tell you that he has left the castle to carry out a mission. After you finish this food, you would better leave here as soon as possible,” the android with empty eyes said emotionlessly.

Joan of Arc breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Yes, I understand."

She reached out and took the tray from the android's hand, but the latter did not leave. Instead, he stared at her with eyes so clear that not a single impurity could be seen.

"...Is there anything else?" Joan of Arc tilted her head.

A clear look of hesitation crossed the android's face. He coughed lightly and then whispered, "Will he be punished?"

This unexpected question startled Joan of Arc slightly: "'He' refers to?"

"He is 'him', the artificial life form that Archer and Caster fought over."

Joan of Arc finally came to her senses. She stared intently into the homunculus's clear, seemingly empty eyes, and from the corners of those eyes, she noticed a hint of worry.

So that's how it is... She sighed inwardly and smiled slightly, "No, he just wanted to live, that's not a sin."

“...Thank you.” The android’s expression relaxed slightly, and he bowed slightly to Joan of Arc before turning and leaving.

Joan of Arc watched the other person's departing figure, sighed softly, and turned back to her room.

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Sigishwara.

Soft, fluffy white clouds drifted lightly across the sky, and warm sunshine shone on the medieval-style buildings, creating a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

However, due to some recent accidents, this tourist city, famous for its historical buildings, is gradually falling into an atmosphere of panic.

A serial killer has appeared in Sigishwara, and the number of victims has now exceeded thirty...

Looking at the eye-catching headline printed on the front page of the newspaper, Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly: "It really happened after all."

"Having killed more than thirty people and caused such a commotion, is this Assassin really on our side?" Nidhogg stirred the spoon in his coffee cup gently, wondering.

Like Yanan, she had inherited modern knowledge and naturally knew how heinous this event was.

“If it were the original magician named Sagara Hyoma, he naturally wouldn’t have done such a thing, but the situation is quite different now.” Yanan took a sip of coffee, recalling the cause and effect of this incident.

In order to summon the most suitable Assassin, Hyoma Sagara, a member of the Yggdrasil clan, chose to use human sacrifices. However, one of the sacrifices, Reika Rokudou, with her strong will to survive, intercepted the process and formed a contract with the girl known as Jack the Ripper, thus taking away Hyoma Sagara's control.

However, Rokudou Reika is not a magician, so she cannot provide the magic power required by Assassin. Therefore, they can only replenish Assassin's magic power by stealing the hearts of magicians.

This is the truth behind this series of murders.

Although the Yggdrasil clan didn't know the specifics of what had happened, they keenly sensed the possibility that Assassin had broken free of control. To prevent Assassin from falling into the hands of the Red Army, they decided to send someone to investigate.

This matter should have been handled by Archer's team, but Yanan took it on under the pretext of "not revealing too many of his cards".

However, his motives were certainly not so simple.

Thinking of this, Yanan's gaze couldn't help but drift to Nidhogg's smooth, fair, long legs. He then looked away before the latter noticed, cleared his throat, and casually said, "By the way, Nidhogg, would you like to stroll around here?"

Nidhogg's hand paused slightly, and a clear look of excitement appeared on her face. After receiving the modern knowledge given by the Holy Grail, she also had great expectations for this different world. Anan's words hit the nail on the head.

"But...we didn't do this for Assassin..."

“That kind of thing isn’t important, anyway, our goal isn’t the Holy Grail.” Anan stared intently at Nidhogg. “We’ve come all this way, it would be a shame not to have some fun.”

“Well…” Nidhogg tilted his head and thought for a moment, then finally nodded. “Alright then.”

Ten minutes later, Nidhogg looked at the women's clothing store in front of him, remained silent for a moment, then turned to Yanan beside him and said in a low voice, "This is the fun place you were talking about?"

"Since it's a trip, of course we should experience the local customs and culture, and clothing is naturally an important part of that," Yanan said righteously.

“But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with my outfit.” Nidhogg looked at the long black dress she was wearing. Sighishwara is a city with a strong medieval style, and her outfit actually matched the local style perfectly.

“Ahem, I’m not referring to this city, but to this era,” Yanan coughed lightly. “And don’t you find it monotonous to always wear the same clothes?”

“Hmm… alright then.” Although he felt something was off, Nidhogg nodded and followed Anaen into the clothing store.

Upon entering the clothing store, Nidhogg's eyes lit up at the dazzling array of women's clothing. The convenience and creativity of the industrial age were beyond the reach of magic. The diverse yet distinctive styles of the garments before her made her, who had initially paid no attention, somewhat eager to buy them.

However, Yanan was faster than her. Like a hunter who had spotted his target, he quickly moved through the store and soon came to Nidhogg with a set of clothes in his hands, his eyes shining as he said, "Quick! Try this on!"

Although he was a little puzzled by Anan's strange attitude, Nidhogg didn't think too much about it, obediently nodded, and then carried the clothes into the changing room.

Anan paced impatiently outside the changing room, but thankfully Nidhogg came out soon after.

Yanan first chose a more professional outfit. The light white top with lace embroidery at the neckline accentuated Nidhogg's fair skin, while the tight-fitting pencil skirt made her curvaceous figure even more alluring. Her perfectly shaped long legs were encased in smooth black stockings, and with the addition of black high heels, the mature and sexy charm of a sophisticated woman was immediately apparent, exuding an indescribable allure.

A surge of emotion rushed into Yanan's mind, and he silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Black stockings are definitely a woman's romance!

Chapter Thirteen: An Encounter, Mordred

After that, Yanan picked out several more outfits for Nidhogg, all of them sexy and daring, making Nidhogg blush.

"No...don't joke around! How could anyone wear this out like this!" Nidhogg blushed as she looked at the miniskirt in Anan's hand, which barely covered her thighs, and refused to change it no matter what.

Anan clicked his tongue in disappointment, but knew that the miniskirt was indeed beyond Nidhogg's tolerance, so he decided to put it back.

However, at that moment, a soft little hand suddenly pressed down on him, and then a voice barely audible whispered in his ear:

"No...but if it's just for you alone..."

Looking at the shy and timid Nidhogg, Yanan felt a surge of heat rush to his head. He immediately hugged Nidhogg's delicate body and kissed her beautiful face, which was flushed with rosy cheeks, and exclaimed, "You are so cute, my wife!"

Yanan's call of "wife" made Nidhogg's body go weak, and his heart felt as sweet as if it were churning with syrup.

"Well, honey, how about this one?" Satisfied, Yanan pressed her advantage, enthusiastically displaying a pair of black open-crotch pantyhose to Nidhogg.

"This...this is clearly beyond the scope of normal clothing! There's no way I'm going to change it, don't even think about it!"

However, although Nidhogg was initially adamant, he eventually blushed and agreed to Yanan's request to wear the clothes only for him under her relentless "wife" offensive.

"Damn it, you bastard, you obviously planned this all along." She pinched Yanan's waist in embarrassment and anger. Now she finally realized that this guy had obviously planned to bring her here from the very beginning.

“But don’t you find it interesting?” Yanan laughed.

"Hmph, I think you just find it amusing, always picking out these embarrassing clothes for me and laughing so happily," Nidhogg muttered under his breath.

“Picking out clothes for your loved one, isn’t that part of the date?” Yanan chuckled softly in Nidhogg’s ear, his arms wrapped around Nidhogg’s slender waist.

A hint of panic flashed in Nidhogg's beautiful eyes: "You...you said...we're...on a date?"

"What? You're only just realizing it now?" Yanan sighed softly. "If it weren't for the date, why would I have taken on this troublesome task and brought you here so early in the morning?"

"Well... you can't blame me for this, I've never been on a date before," Nidhogg muttered in defense.

“So this time, it’s my way of making it up to you.” Yanan gently rested his head on Nidhogg’s shoulder, inhaling the faint fragrance of the latter’s hair. “This is what I owed you before, and now it’s my turn to make it up to you.”

This has always been a regret in Anan's heart. Although he and Nidhogg have consummated their marriage and have experienced many things together, they have never had a romantic experience like a date or honeymoon.

Although he knew Nidhogg didn't care about these things, as a husband, there were certain obligations he had to fulfill.

Upon hearing Yanan's words, Nidhogg lowered his head shyly, but a sweet smile curved his lips.

“Alright, take another look and see if there are any other clothes you like, and buy them together.” Yanan stroked Nidhogg’s smooth, long hair and said with a smile, “It’s still early before evening, we have plenty of time.”

Nidhogg nodded obediently, picked out a few more dresses that suited his taste, and then the two of them headed toward the cashier with all sorts of clothes.

Suddenly, Yanan stopped in his tracks, a hint of surprise in his eyes, and looked straight at the cashier.

There stood a pair of very different people. One was a burly man wearing black sunglasses and a black jacket, with a deep scar on his cheek, exuding a ferocious, beast-like aura. The other was a short, blond man wearing a red jacket and frayed hot pants. Although his clothing style was somewhat androgynous, some feminine features could still be seen in his facial features and physique.

Lion's Robbery, and Mordred... Anan's eyes narrowed slightly. He hadn't expected to encounter this red team's Saber duo here.

Noticing Yanan's unusual behavior, Nidhogg followed his gaze with a puzzled look, and a look of surprise immediately appeared in his eyes.

"Xiao Mo?"

Nidhogg was about to step forward when she suddenly felt someone pull her back. She turned her head in confusion and saw Anan shaking his head at her.

"That's strange, where's my wallet?" Lion Robber searched all his pockets but couldn't find his wallet, which made him sweat profusely. He clearly remembered that he should have taken his wallet with him when he left the house.

"No...no need, sir. These clothes aren't worth much. Consider them a gift from me." The shop assistant's smile was extremely forced. More than a few pieces of clothing, she wanted this man, who looked even more vicious than a kidnapper, to leave the store as soon as possible.

As soon as this guy stepped into the store, several customers were so frightened that they dropped their clothes and ran out. Some customers who originally planned to enter the store also turned around and left immediately. If it weren't for the fear of provoking this man, even she would have had the urge to turn around and run away.

"You're such a loser, Master. Who goes out without money?" Mordred didn't care about her Master's feelings at all and laughed heartily, even clutching her stomach with laughter.

She was laughing happily, but she didn't notice that the shop assistant next to her looked utterly dejected.

"You have the nerve to say that? It's all because you kept nagging about wanting to buy clothes." A few black lines instantly appeared on Lion's forehead. It was all this unlucky kid's fault!

He frowned with some worry. Even though the shop assistant said he didn't need to pay, if he actually believed her, the police would probably catch up with him before he even got very far.

Don't ask him why he's so experienced. Just thinking about how he was interrogated by four magicians acting as guards in the Clock Tower when he hadn't done anything makes Lion's Robbery want to shed a tear for himself.

Why do humans always judge a person by their appearance?

Although I am a mercenary and a necromancer, and my daily life consists of causing trouble on the battlefield and collecting corpses, and I also sleep in cemeteries and use dead people's fingers as bullets, I am by no means a weirdo!

Let's use the suggestive magic to escape first, and then send the money over later... Lion's Robbery sighed helplessly; this was probably the only way at the moment.

Just as he was about to make his move, a young and unfamiliar voice suddenly rang in his ears:

"I'll pay for them."

Lion Robber turned his head in surprise and saw a young couple walking towards him.

Yanan walked forward calmly, handed all the clothes in his hands to the shop assistant, and then handed over a black card: "Please pay for these as well."

"Okay." The clerk nodded hurriedly and quickly took the black card from Yanan's hand to make the payment.

"Thanks a lot, buddy, you're such a good guy." Mordred patted Yanan on the shoulder without any hesitation, a hearty smile on his face.

"Pfft..." Nidhogg couldn't help but burst out laughing, his eyebrows curving into crescent moons.

Brother… Yanan’s eyes twitched slightly, but he smiled as if nothing was wrong and said, “It’s alright. Everyone has times when they encounter difficulties. Since we’ve encountered them, we should help as much as we can.”

Mordred gave Anan an approving look: "Hmm, that's well said, I like hearing it. Alright, it's decided then. From today onwards, you are my subject, Mordred's subject. No matter what difficulties we encounter in the future..."

Lion's Robbery quickly covered Mordred's mouth and said with a dry laugh to Anan, "Sorry, this kid has been obsessed with anime lately and always says some strange things. I hope you don't mind."

“I don’t mind, but…” Yanan glanced at Mordred’s clenched fist and raised an eyebrow slightly, “You’d better let go quickly.”

"Ouch!" Mordred opened his mouth, revealing his shiny fangs, and bit down on Lion's hand.

"Ouch!! That hurts!" Lion Robber cried out in pain and let go of his hand. For a moment, he almost thought he had been bitten by a lion.