The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"BB is always here!"

Almost at the same time as the man asked this, the figure of the demon girl emerged from the projection of Chaldea.

"I just didn't say anything!"

"..."

Knowing that BB was a little jealous because of Gray's kiss just now, Ian could only smile helplessly.

"Don't worry about those trivial things for now."

"I want to ask you a question - how was the London smog finally resolved?"

"..."

Although she didn't like Ian being kissed in front of a girl she didn't know, BB still knew what she should do at the moment.

"Wait a minute, BB."

If the devil girl said it was just once, then it really was just once.

In less than two seconds, her answer came.

"It's the wind."

"wind?"

"Yes." BB in the projection nodded, then explained further, "After fog invaded the London streets for several days, a wind from nowhere blew it away."

"A terrible disaster has finally passed."

"As for the time, it seems to be tomorrow."

"Wait... should I say today, since it's already past twelve o'clock."

"Really--"

A smile appeared on Ian's face, an expression he would show when he came up with some ideas.

"Then it seems like the timing is just right."

"..."

BB suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong.

"Pig, what do you want to do? Don't do anything stupid!"

"How could I possibly do something stupid? There are so many girls in Chaldea waiting for me to go back and have sex with them. Just thinking about that alone wouldn't make me do anything irrational, right?"

"So what are you trying to do?"

"It's very simple." Ian once again gathered his magic power.

The Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur), which had previously dissipated into particles, once again appeared in the man's hand.

"I just need to do what is recorded in human history, right?"

"what?"

BB was still a little confused, but Mordred (Alter) understood everything first.

"Father."

"Are you...going to use the power of the wind?"

"As expected of someone who has lived with Altria, you immediately understood my thoughts."

"That's right——"

"That's what I was going to do."

As the man spoke these words, his sword of promised victory (Excalibur) began to dissipate into thin air, gradually disappearing from sight.

However, it’s not really gone.

Instead, Ian once again used his "memory projection".

Only this time——

What he projected was not something physical, but magic.

That is the existence called Invisible Air.

This is to wrap several layers of wind around the sword, changing its curvature, and making it seem to disappear from everyone's sight.

of course.

Compared to Artoria, the holder of the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur), the barrier Ian created using "memory projection" is actually more like a reverse playback of his own memories.

But that's not the crux of the matter.

The wind is the protagonist this time!

"What are you doing?" Mordred (Alter) couldn't help but ask as he looked at the sword that "disappeared" in Ian's hand.

As a Servant, she could sense that the weapon was there.

"It's just creating something that's supposed to happen in advance."

Explaining this to Mordred (Alter), Ian tightened his grip on Excalibur, the Sword of Promised Victory.

soon--

The originally still streets began to stir with a wind strong enough to make its presence felt.

The slightly indifferent breezes brushed past Mordred's face, blowing away some of the dust on his helmet.

"Strike Air!"

The man imitated Altria's heroic posture during the duel and swung the wind gathered on the sword forward.

A few whooshing sounds.

The mist that had been standing still began to surge with the wind's slash.

It was a storm that swept across the entire street, and no place was "immune"!

BB in the projection looked at this scene and suddenly understood everything.

"Pig——"

"Are you trying to blow away all the fog this way?"

"BB, you really understand me." The man looked at the storm still raging on the streets of London, and responded with a smile to his assistant, with whom he had had physical contact several times.

"That's right. I just want all the fog on the streets to be blown away in this storm."

"But what does this have to do with whoever found the Clock Tower?"

BB was still confused.

This is not something that can be understood through calculation.

Of course, this was also incomprehensible to Mordred and Mordred (Alter) of Chaldea.

How can expelling all the fog with a Noble Phantasm become a way to find the Clock Tower organization?

Among the many puzzled people, only Gray seemed to suddenly understand something.

She looked at the mist that was constantly flowing high up, as if it were caught in a whirlpool, and muttered softly:

"uncertain."

"This method might actually be able to find where the people in the Clock Tower are hiding."

After saying this, Mordred (Alter) looked at Gray beside him.

It was obvious that she had no idea what the connection was between the two.

"Why is it that once the fog is blown away, we can determine where the people in the Clock Tower are hiding?"

"Because everyone has been living in this environment for a long time."

Gray's hair was constantly blown by the wind brought by the impact of the Wind King Hammer (Strike Air), and even her hood began to sway.

"Hmm... Let me give you a simple example."

"Let's say it rains for a month straight, and then the sun comes out for a day. If you were in my shoes, what would you do first?"

"Of course, go out and bask in the sun!"

Mordred and Mordred (Alter) in the projection answered almost simultaneously.

"..."

"..."

After answering the questions together in such tacit understanding, the two naughty kids looked at each other.

Even if their reasoning abilities were poor, they now understood something through Gray's guidance.

"You mean—" Mordred (Alter) answered first.

“People who have lived in this fog for a long time will come out of their houses when they see the fog being blown away by the wind.”

"And will those in the Clock Tower continue to stay there out of caution?" Mordred added the second half of the sentence.

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them stared at each other again.

"Hey, don't imitate me!" Chaldea Mordred said very unhappily.

"It's you who should stop imitating me, isn't it?" Mordred (Alter) fought back decisively.

"But I'm with my father now!"

"Father, look at her—!"

"Well, look at me, father!"

They both belong to the same master, and the two Mordreds can't break each other's moves at all.

And because Mordred (Alter) was next to Ian, she still had a slight advantage.

but--

The man's mind was not on his two daughters at the moment.

After all, Gray's guess is just a guess.

It is not certain whether these people in the London neighborhood will do this.

You know, it's midnight now -

Will they really come out again?

As if she understood Ian's thoughts, Gray came to his side and said softly:

"Mr. Ian, it will be fine."

"If we can't make them notice the wind coming soon—"

"Then let it blow until dawn."

"I believe your judgment is correct."

"..."

Gray's trusting and gentle tone made Ian unable to help but hallucinate Altria again.

But he soon realized that he couldn't do this - if he did this, wouldn't he be exactly the same as the people in the village?

But what the man didn't expect was that Gray took the initiative to hold his hand at this time.

"I know Mr. Ian is actually treating me as someone."

"That's what should make me angry."

"But I found that if it was Mr. Ian——"

“It doesn’t seem that hard to accept.”

"So if that would make you happier, please identify me in the way you like."

"..."

Ian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, I would never mistake you for hers."