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"Well, it's very likely." Ian confirmed Holmes's statement.

"so--"

"It must be stopped."

"But how can we stop it?" Stheno, the eldest sister, was the first to question. "We've been searching outside all day, haven't we? And we have absolutely no information to use."

"This...what should I do?"

What Stheno said was true, but it was also the problem.

What Solomon said—

It is to stabilize this singularity and make it a part of human history forever.

But the key point is that this is not a single point in time, it also involves the village of Brakmoya where Gray was born.

In other words, not only does it have to be repaired, but it has to be repaired twice!

otherwise--

Solomon would eventually solidify everything, and by then, the fact that Grey was living in the Second Industrial Revolution would also be established.

What will this lead to...

Ian couldn't imagine it anymore.

"Then..." Yurielle was a little restless.

She came to the board where Holmes usually recorded clues, pointed at the space above and said:

"Since there's no way to find any clues if we split into two groups—"

"Then we'll split into three groups!"

"I'm in a group with Ian, my sister is in a group with Grey, and Medusa is in a group with Jack the Ripper."

"In this way, we can conduct further searches at a faster speed than before, right?"

Euryale is still relatively pragmatic.

She knew that just waiting would only lead to death. Even if the three sisters were separated temporarily, it would be better than doing nothing here.

However, this idea was quickly rejected by Holmes.

He took a puff of his pipe and blew out a small smoke ring.

This seems to be how the great detective behaves when he is in a bad mood.

“The theory is nice, but the practical implications are not great.”

"Because even if there are only two groups, it's more than enough to search the area I planned earlier."

"Split into three groups, we'll just be wasting time again on areas that have already been searched. We might find something, but I think the impact will be minimal."

"after all--"

"You're not stupid people. It's impossible for you to leave behind such an extremely important clue, right?"

Holmes' words may seem a bit confusing, but they can actually be summed up in one sentence.

He thought it was duplication of work.

In fact, almost everyone present thought so, and Holmes just pointed it out.

Medusa wanted to say something, but realized that thinking about such things was not her strong point.

The mature sister chose to keep her mouth shut.

She held Jack the Ripper and sat aside, taking care of her like her mother to avoid adding any unnecessary trouble to the meeting.

Gray was looking at Ian.

after all--

She was arguably the only person who witnessed Ian and Solomon's conversation.

The girl even began to doubt whether she should have stopped the two people from contacting each other at that time.

Just as the atmosphere fell into silence, Ian suddenly spoke:

"Everyone, I'm going to be out for a moment."

"..."

After saying this, the man left 221B Baker Street alone without waiting for anyone else to respond.

"I'll follow him!"

Gray said this and then left the mansion.

The weather is pretty good tonight. Although the fog still lingers on the streets of London, at least a hint of moonlight can be seen.

Under normal circumstances, Gray would probably be very happy to see such a scene.

But at this moment, she was not in the mood to "appreciate" the so-called hazy moonlight.

The girl quickened her pace and caught up with the man who had left the house earlier than her.

"Mr. Ian!"

"..."

Hearing someone calling his name, Ian turned around and saw Gray running out of breath.

After hesitating for a while, he stopped and waited for her to come to him.

"How did you come……"

"Because I'm worried that Mr. Ian might be under too much pressure," Gray answered truthfully. "You rarely leave other people at 221B Baker Street like you do now, right?"

"..."

Ian smiled.

"You're right, but not entirely."

"Yes, but not entirely." Gray was confused when she heard this. "Mr. Ian, what do you mean?"

"I do feel stressed." The man looked up at the foggy sky.

"But if you think I can be defeated by this kind of pressure——"

"That's a bit disrespectful of me, Gray."

"Eh……"

These hopeful words instantly made Gray happy.

"Then, Mr. Ian, what did you do when you came out of 221B Baker Street?"

"Yes." Ian nodded.

"I was thinking of going back to the place where I met Mordred. Maybe I could see her again."

"Gray, do you want to come together?"

"..."

Looking at the man's hand reaching out to her, the girl's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Well, I see!"

Having said this, Gray took the initiative to hold Ian's hand.

For her, this was a scene she had imagined countless times, and now it had finally become a reality.

And this luck seemed to have spread to reality because of Grey's inner touch.

When the two returned to the "old place", the familiar scene appeared again.

Modred, wearing armor, was sitting on the roof at the moment. She was holding her helmet and thinking about something with her head down. She looked a little absent-minded. She didn't even realize that her shoes accidentally kicked up some tiles and made them fall down.

Recalling her previous experience of fighting with her, Gray was still wary.

"Limited Expansion: Grim Reaper!"

As she used the opening spell, the girl gained a signature sickle in her hand.

That was the weapon that had once defeated the opponent, and now it had become the confidence that she could hold in her hands.

But at this moment——

Ian reached out to stop Gray.

He just opened his mouth and said:

"Gray, don't be like this, we are here to communicate with her."

"communicate?"

"Yeah." The man nodded, and then turned on the communication device with Chaldea.

"I was wondering—"

"Maybe she'll be more willing to talk to me if I let her see me first?"

541. Xiao Mo saw another self / The girl who pursues the hero (4k)

To be fair——

At this point, Ian knew that there was nothing he could do.

Unable to find more information about the Clock Tower, he could only place his final hope on Mordred (Alter) who existed in this singularity.

If she was born because of this Holy Grail—

Then maybe we can learn something that Chaldea doesn't know.

after all……

Those Servants who came to a certain place because of the Holy Grail more or less possessed some unknown information.

So, driven by this idea, Ian took the current action.

"This……"

Gray has seen another little Mo.

To be honest, even when she first met her, the girl felt that she was the complete opposite of Mordred (Alter).

you can say it this way--

If Mordred of Chaldea was the sun at eight or nine in the morning, then that Mordred (Alter) was the sunset in the afternoon.

The difference between the two is huge.

but--

Faced with Ian's plan, Grey was still a little worried.

She quickly expressed her thoughts.

"Well, Mr. Ian."

"What's wrong?" Ian, who was still secretly observing Mordred (Alter) on the roof, looked at the girl beside him.

"I think it might have a counterproductive effect," Gray said.

"reaction?"

"Yeah." The girl nodded. "Look—when we first met Mordred (Alter), she clearly looked a little off."

"If she saw another version of me living well in Chaldea, wouldn't it really make her sad?"

"This...should be considered a question, right?"

"..."

Ian nodded.

Obviously, the man had already thought about this before Gray raised such a question.

Or should I say——

He had to think about this level.