what if, you're get summoned as a servant in Chaldea

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The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the misty alley. The silence of the misty streets was shattered by the frantic sound of footsteps echoing against the cobblestones.

A woman, her clothes disheveled and her face streaked with tears, stumbled as she ran, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She leaned against the cold, unforgiving surface of a building, her hand clutching her chest as though trying to steady her racing heart.

"Hah... Hah..."

Her voice trembled, her eyes darting around in panic. Somewhere in the darkness, faint, deliberate footsteps approached.

"Please... no... Please let me live! I'll do anything, just don't kill m—"

Her desperate plea was cut short by a sharp, wet sound. Her breath hitched, her body freezing as a cold, piercing pain bloomed in her chest. Slowly, her gaze dropped to the dagger embedded there, its blade gleaming faintly in the pale light.

The woman staggered, her strength failing her as she collapsed to her knees. Her wide, terrified eyes traveled upward, meeting the small, smiling face of her attacker.

The killer—a child, or at least what looked like one—tilted her head, her soft giggle cutting through the night like the dagger had through flesh. Her eyes gleamed with an unnatural light, her innocent smile a chilling contrast to the blood-stained blade she held.

"This is your fault, Mom,"

the child whispered, her voice sweet and almost sing-song, as if she were speaking to a friend. She crouched down, her face inches from the woman's as her words grew colder.

"Why did you leave us alone? We were so scared..."

Tears welled in the woman's eyes, her lips quivering as she tried to speak, but no words came. Her vision blurred, the edges of the world growing dark as her strength ebbed away.

The child tilted her head again, studying the fading life in the woman's eyes with an unsettling fascination. Her smile never faltered, even as she reached out with her free hand to gently brush the woman's cheek.

"Don't worry,"

she said softly, her tone almost comforting.

"We're not alone anymore. You're with us now... forever."

The woman's body went limp, her final breath escaping as a faint, choked gasp. The child straightened, pulling the dagger free with a wet, sickening sound.

She wiped the blade clean on her small dress, humming a quiet, cheerful tune as though nothing had happened.

Around her, the shadows seemed to shift and writhe, faint whispers echoing in the empty streets. Jack the Ripper stood there, bathed in the pale glow of the moon, her small form juxtaposed against the lifeless body before her.

She turned away, her steps light and unhurried as she disappeared back into the mist, leaving nothing but silence and a cold, lifeless body in her wake.

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The thick fog blanketed the city, swallowing the dim glow of the streetlights and casting long.

The silence was oppressive, broken only by the soft echo of Fujimaru's and Mash's footsteps on the cobblestone street.

Fujimaru stood in the middle of the empty street, his sharp eyes scanning their surroundings.

Despite the eerie stillness, his expression remained calm, his voice steady as he spoke.

"A foggy city…"

he murmured, his breath visible in the cold air.

"Da Vinci said this was London, but…"

His gaze lingered on the oppressive mist that clung to every corner.

"Why is the city so... lifeless? Where is everyone? And why does this fog feel so unnatural?"

Beside him, Mash stood alert, her shield gripped tightly in both hands.

Her eyes darted around nervously, her combat instincts heightened in the eerie silence.

Despite her usual composure, there was a trace of unease in her voice when she replied.

"I don't know, Master,"

she admitted, her tone cautious.

"But we have to stay vigilant. This is clearly enemy territory. There's a high possibility we'll be attacked at any moment."

Fujimaru nodded thoughtfully, his calm demeanor masking the tension brewing within him.

"Hmm, you're right, Mash. This fog... it's unnatural. Something isn't right here."

He took a step forward, his expression resolute.

"Let's move. We should explore the area and try to figure out what's going on."

Mash followed, her steps slightly hesitant but her grip on her shield unwavering.

"Understood, Master. But please, be careful. We don't know what might be lurking in this mist."

The two began walking down the empty street, their figures barely visible in the swirling fog.

Fujimaru glanced at Mash, offering a reassuring smile despite the tense atmosphere.

"Don't worry, Mash. We've faced worse, haven't we?"

Mash glanced at him, her expression softening slightly.

"Yes, but still… something about this place feels wrong. It's like... we're being watched."

At her words, Fujimaru stopped, his eyes narrowing. He strained his ears, listening intently.

The silence was deafening, but for a brief moment, he thought he heard something—a faint sound, almost like a footsteps carried by the wind.

"Did you hear that?" he asked, his voice low.

Mash froze, her eyes scanning the fog.

"Yes Master, I can feel it. Something's is moving closer to us there."

She raised her shield slightly, stepping closer to Fujimaru, her protective instincts taking over.

Fujimaru tightened his fists, his voice firm yet calm.

"Whatever it is, we'll face it together, Mash."

Fujimaru and Mash stood silently amidst the eerie, mist-filled city.

Mash held her shield firmly, her stance protective, her eyes scanning the dense fog for any threats.

Fujimaru stood slightly behind her, his gaze calm but alert, waiting for whatever—or whoever—was approaching.

The sound of footsteps echoed faintly through the fog, drawing their attention.

As the footsteps grew closer, the faint silhouettes of two figures began to emerge.

"Heh, what did I say to you, Achilles?"

a cheery voice rang out.

"I'm never lost in direction before, even though this city is filled with fog."

The second voice rang out within casual and friendly banter.

"Hm, you're right,"

a second voice responded, more grounded but still casual.

"Luckily, I followed your advice."

The first voice chuckled.

"Hehe, surely!"

Mash tilted her head slightly, her expression puzzled as the conversation grew clearer. Fujimaru frowned, trying to place the voices.

The figures drew closer, their features gradually coming into view through the mist.

One figure, has spiky green hair that stands up except for a single bang that hangs over the left side of his face. The chest piece of his silver armor also features a bird. An orange cloth is wrapped loosely around his body.

The other, His armor consists of black underclothes that end in a dress and stockings with greaves, gauntlets, and hip guards with a central red stripe and golden accents on top. He also wears black bows on either side of his head and a cape that's white on the outside and red on the inside with a white fuzzy collar. His long pink hair is tied back into a thick long braid that is longer then his waist.

As they finally emerged from the fog, Mash's eyes widened in recognition. She relaxed her stance, lowering her shield slightly, a relieved smile breaking through her serious expression.

"Ah, Achilles and Astolfo!"

Astolfo waved enthusiastically, his smile as bright as the sun cutting through the fog.

"Hey, Mash! Master! Long time no see! Or, well, it felt like it!"

Achilles smirked, his arms crossed casually over his chest.

"We found you. Not bad, huh?"

Fujimaru let out a quiet sigh of relief, his expression softening as he stepped forward.

His voice was calm, carrying a note of curiosity.

"I thought we were separated at the Rayshift moment. How did you two manage to find us? Especially in a place like this, where the fog makes everything so disorienting."

Achilles chuckled, his carefree demeanor radiating confidence.

"It wasn't that hard, Master. When we landed in this singularity, we weren't too far from your location. And we're tracking Mash's presence."

He tapped the side of his head as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Astolfo chimed in with a broad grin, his hands on his hips.

"Yup! And with my amazing luck and some solid advice from Achilles, we navigated this fog like pros! We just knew where to go—straight to you!"

Mash chuckled softly, her earlier tension melting away.

"I'm impressed. It's not easy navigating through this fog. Even with my shield, the presence here feels... overwhelming."

Astolfo puffed out his chest proudly, clearly basking in the praise.

"That's because I'm amazing, Mash! I've got a sixth sense for this kind of thing, you know?"

Achilles rolled his eyes but smirked, nudging Astolfo playfully.

"Sure, sixth sense. Let's just call it that."

Fujimaru shook his head lightly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Well, either way, I'm glad you both made it. We're stronger together, especially in a singularity like this."

Astolfo hopped forward, spinning around dramatically.

"That's the spirit! Now, what's the plan? More foggy wandering, or are we fighting something soon? I'm ready for anything!"

Achilles, more grounded, glanced at the surroundings, his carefree demeanor shifting to something more serious.

"Before we do anything, we should assess the area. This fog isn't just normal weather—it's hiding something."

Mash nodded, her expression growing serious once more.

"I agree. There's something unnatural about it. We should stay on guard."

Fujimaru looked at the group, determination settling into his gaze.

"Let's move together, then. If this fog is hiding something, we'll face it as a team."

As the group prepared to move forward, a faint beeping sound emanated from Fujimaru's wrist. Everyone paused, their attention shifting to his left hand, where the holographic communicator activated.

A soft blue light flickered to life, and soon the familiar face of Dr. Roman appeared, his expression a mix of concern and relief.

"Ah, there you are, Fujimaru!"

Roman's voice carried a hint of exasperation.

"I've been trying to reach you since the Rayshift stabilized, but the interference here is worse than I anticipated."

Fujimaru raised an eyebrow.

"Interference? You mean from the fog?"

Roman nodded,as he glanced at the data streaming behind him.

"Exactly. This isn't just ordinary mist. It's a magical construct, one designed to distort perception and disrupt communications. Think of it as a massive field meant to isolate this area."

Mash stepped forward, her brows furrowed.

"A magical construct? Is it the work of a Servant?"

Roman sighed, shaking his head slightly.

"Possibly, but we can't confirm yet. What we do know is that it's highly concentrated mana. The fog is acting as both a physical and magical barrier, making it harder for us to detect what's happening inside. It's likely masking something—or someone."

Astolfo tilted his head, his curiosity piqued.

"Ooh, like a super-secret bad guy hideout? That's kind of exciting!"

Achilles crossed his arms, his expression serious.

"Or a trap. Either way, it's bad news. Any idea how we're supposed to get through it?"

Roman frowned, clearly uneasy.

"Unfortunately, there's no easy way to dispel it. You'll have to navigate carefully. Mash's shield should help counteract some of the disorienting effects, and Astolfo's luck might actually come in handy."

Astolfo grinned, giving a thumbs up.

"See? Told you my luck's the best!"

Roman ignored the comment, continuing.

"Be on your guard. This fog isn't just masking physical dangers—it could also mess with your minds. Illusions, confusion, even amplified emotions—anything to throw you off balance."

Mash nodded firmly.

"Understood. We'll stay focused."

Fujimaru glanced at the group, his expression steady.

"Thanks for the heads-up, Doctor. We'll keep moving cautiously."

Roman hesitated, his concern evident.

"Just... be careful, all right? If this fog is Servant-made, whoever created it is powerful. Call me if anything happens. I'll be monitoring from here."

The hologram flickered as Roman gave a final nod.

"Good luck out there. You'll need it."

With that, the communicator deactivated, leaving the group standing in the eerie silence of the fog once more.

But then another sound echoed through the dense mist—steady, deliberate footsteps.

Everyone froze, their attention snapping toward the direction of the noise. A figure emerged from the obscured surroundings, walking closer with an air of confidence and defiance.

Through the thick veil, the silhouette became clearer—a figure clad in armor with a crimson cape trailing behind them. The faint gleam of a silver sword resting on their shoulder caught the dim light filtering through the fog.

Finally, the figure stepped into full view, revealing a Servant with short, spiky blonde hair, piercing light grey and a smirk that radiated cocky self-assurance.

Mash instinctively raised her shield again, stepping protectively in front of Fujimaru.

"Who is that? Another Servant?"

The armored figure stopped a few paces away, casually glancing over the group.

"Well, what do we have here?"

Her voice carried a sharp edge, laced with equal parts curiosity and irritation.

"You don't look like the usual weaklings wandering around here."

Achilles narrowed his eyes and say within challenge tone.

"And you don't look like someone who's just passing through. Friend or foe?"

The blonde knight raised an eyebrow at Achilles' challenging tone before letting out a scoff.

"Depends. I don't exactly see a reason to be friendly, do I?"

She tilted her head, her smirk widening.

"Who the hell are you supposed to be, anyway?"

Astolfo, ever the optimist, gave a cheerful wave.

"Hi there! You must be another Servant! Nice to meet you! I'm Astolfo and this is—"

Mash cut him off with a firm tone.

"Astolfo, wait. We don't know if she's hostile yet."

The knight's smirk faltered for a moment before her expression turned more guarded.

"Hmph. You're a cautious one, huh?"

Her red eyes flicked between them, lingering briefly on Mash's shield before shifting to Fujimaru.

"And you... You're different. Not a Servant. Some kind of Master?"

Fujimaru stepped forward slightly, keeping his tone steady but non-threatening.

"That's right. I'm Ritsuka Fujimaru, a Master from Chaldea. And you are?"

The knight straightened up, planting her sword into the ground with a confident thud.

"Mordred. Saber class servant."

Her smirk returned, sharper than before.

"But don't get the wrong idea—I'm not here to make friends. This city's been my stomping ground for a while now, and I don't take kindly to strangers wandering in uninvited."

"Mordred?"

Mash whispered, lowering her shield slightly.

"The Knight of Treachery from the legends of King Arthur...?"

Achilles summoned his spears from thin Air and he grip tightly on his weapon.

"You've got quite the reputation, Mordred. But if you're looking for a fight, you'll find we're not pushovers."

Mordred rolled her eyes, leaning lazily on her sword.

"Relax, I'm not here to pick a fight... yet. But don't think I'll let you wander around without explaining yourselves. What's your deal, showing up in a place like this?"

Fujimaru exchanged a glance with Mash before answering carefully.

"We're here investigating the cause of this singularity. If you've been here for a while, maybe you can tell us what's going on."

Mordred tilted her head as she hear what Fujimaru say.

"I see, so you're some kind of detective? Well this place is a hell to me, I've been wandering and figured out about what happened."

Astolfo beamed.

"So, you're like us! We're trying to figure it out too. Maybe we can—"

"Hold it."

Mordred cut him off with a raised hand.

"I don't team up with just anyone. Prove you're not useless first, and maybe I'll think about it."

The tension in the air lingered as Mordred's gaze swept over the group once more, daring them to make the next move.

Fujimaru took a deep breath, ready to decide their approach—would they convince her to join forces, or prepare for a clash with the Saber standing in their way?

The tension in the air lingered, thick like the mist that clung to the city streets

Mordred's gaze was a sharp, unwavering challenge, her eyes scanning the group before her.

Her grip tightened around Clarent, the blade that had once cleaved through many foes, and now it was poised, waiting for something — anything — to give her a reason to strike.

Fujimaru stood at the forefront, eyes locked on the Saber-class Servant, his heart racing but his mind steady. This was no ordinary encounter. This was Mordred — a figure known for her pride and strength, and the very person who could either become an ally or a fierce rival.

The weight of the decision hung heavy on his shoulders. His hand rested on his Command Spells, but he didn't want to resort to that just yet.

Astolfo who are silently observe then speak with firm tone.

"Well, you said we have to prove ourselves, right? Perfect timing for that, don't you think?"

His voice rang out with unbridled enthusiasm, though his words carried a hint of underlying confidence.

Fujimaru glanced at him, perplexed by the sudden shift in tone.

"Astolfo, what do you—"

But before he could finish his sentence, Mordred cut him off, her voice sharp like the crack of a whip.

"Tch. That pinkie is right. There are weaklings getting closer. I can feel their presence."

Her grip tightened further around Clarent, her eyes narrowing, cold fury in her expression.

"Prepare yourself, and don't expect me to help you."

Mordred's intense focus shifted towards the approaching threat, her posture reflecting the anticipation of a skilled warrior about to face an unknown adversary.

Achilles, ever the battle-hardened warrior, smiled knowingly and twirled his spear.

"Finally, some enemies to fight,"

he muttered under his breath, relishing the prospect of a worthy clash.

Mash, standing beside Fujimaru, kept her eyes sharp, her hand gripping her shield firmly.

"Master, there's hostile enemy towards us are approaching. Please give your orders."

Fujimaru took a deep breath, steeling himself for the upcoming battle. The fog that enveloped them seemed to intensify, thick and oppressive, but he could make out the silhouettes of creatures slowly moving toward them. It was clear: they couldn't afford to hesitate.

"Alright,"

he said, his voice firm with the weight of command.

"Mash, you're on defense—hold the line against the enemy closing in. Achilles, flank them and destroy their formation. Astolfo, you're with me—take down the closest enemies and clear the way."

The three Servants acknowledged their orders in unison, their voices carrying the unmistakable confidence of warriors ready for combat.

"Alright, master!"

The fight erupted with a fierce intensity as the creatures emerged from the fog. Their grotesque forms, twisted and inhuman, lunged at the group with alarming speed. Mordred, still watching from the sidelines, let out a smirk, observing the battle unfold.

As the battle began to end when the last enemy is defeated, Mordred glanced at them.

"Not bad,"

she said with a smirk.

"You guys are indeed useful. Maybe we can work together, but don't expect me to be ordered by you, Chaldea Master. I have my own way of doing my thing."

Fujimaru's expression softened as he heard her words. Relief washed over him; while the situation was far from ideal, having someone like Mordred on their side was a boon.

"Is that so?"

he replied, his tone light but sincere.

"Thank you. We're relieved to have at least one ally in this singularity."

Mordred didn't respond directly. Instead, she let out a nonchalant grunt and turned her attention back to the mist, her body already moving toward the next challenge.

"One ally?"

She scoffed.

"Hmph. I'm not alone in this fog, and neither are you. You'll be meeting him soon enough."

The group fell silent, confused by her cryptic words. Mordred didn't elaborate further, merely pushing through the mist, gesturing for them to follow.

With no other choice, Fujimaru and his group followed the Saber, their footsteps echoing through the fog-drenched streets. The city around them was eerily quiet, save for the occasional sound of distant, mechanical footsteps, signaling the approach of more enemies.

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Eventually, they arrived at a modest apartment building, one that looked out of place among the ruined and fog-cloaked streets of London. Lights flickered in the windows, a sign of life in a city teetering on the edge of collapse. Mordred didn't hesitate; she walked up to the door, knocking casually before calling out in a voice that seemed all too familiar.

"Oi! You in there? Time to meet some new faces."

The air inside the apartment felt thick with uncertainty as Fujimaru and the others followed Mordred through the darkened halls. The sound of her boots clicking against the wooden floor echoed in the quiet, the only light coming from the flickering lamps above. Mordred pushed open the door without hesitation, stepping inside and calling out, her voice breaking the silence.

"Oi! Henry I'm brought a guests!"

The room inside was modest, the shelves lined with books and papers, some scattered in disarray. There was a noticeable air of chaos, the sort that came from an overworked mind struggling to make sense of the world around it. A man, tall and thin with glasses perched on the end of his nose, looked up from his desk. His features were sharp, though tired, as if the weight of his thoughts had taken a toll on him. His eyes were wide with surprise when he saw the group standing in the doorway.

"Oh? Who are...?"

His voice trailed off, confusion evident in his tone as his eyes flicked over the group, pausing briefly on Mordred, then moving to the others. He wasn't sure what to make of them.

Fujimaru stepped forward cautiously, his gaze flicking between Mordred and the unfamiliar man.

"We're... Chaldea. We've been investigating the disturbances in London,"

Fujimaru said, trying to sound reassuring despite the tension hanging in the air.

"And you are?"

Henry Jekyll blinked, clearly puzzled at first. Then, with a slight smile, he removed his glasses, wiped them clean, and adjusted them on his face.

"Ah, Chaldea, I see. It's a... pleasure, I suppose?"

He gestured towards the room.

"I'm Henry Jekyll, a scientist. I've been... trying to understand the situation here in London. The fog... it's unlike anything I've ever seen before."

He paused, a shadow crossing his face as his fingers subconsciously tapped the side of his desk.

"Tell me, you've been investigating, but what exactly do you know about the fog? The Demonic Fog, as it's being called... I've seen its effects firsthand. Hundreds of thousands dead, entire districts erased. It's spreading each night, and the worst part... It's not just the fog itself. There are creatures—machines, homunculi, and even worse things—under its cover. The fog breeds chaos. If this continues... London, or what's left of it, will be gone."

The gravity of his words hung in the room. Mash gripped her shield tighter, looking around the room, her face a mask of concern.

Achilles, his posture relaxed but with a keen glint in his eyes, leaned against the doorframe, his mind already working through the information.

Astolfo, ever the energetic one, looked like he was about to speak, but Mordred's glare silenced him for the moment.

Fujimaru took a deep breath, trying to take in everything Jekyll had just said. The pieces were starting to fall into place, but it only raised more questions.

"Demonic Fog... what does it do exactly?"

Fujimaru asked, trying to make sense of it all.

"Why is it here, and why is it affecting the city like this?"

Jekyll sighed, sinking into a chair as he clasped his hands in front of him.

"That... is the question I've been trying to answer. But I'm afraid I don't have all the answers. The fog seems to bring with it something much darker. I've seen... creatures, things that shouldn't exist. Automata, homunculi, and the worst of all, Jack the Ripper. They're appears with the fog, and with them, death follows. I've lost friends, colleagues, many lives to this curse. I don't know if it's natural or some sort of curse, but it's beyond the limits of anything I've studied before."

(Author: since jack the ripper has ability to conceal her appearance make Jekyll likely not knowing her gender)

Fujimaru exchanged a glance with the others. The mention of Jack the Ripper sent a chill down his spine. But more importantly, Jekyll's description of the fog's effects painted a grim picture of London's future.

"And you're still here, despite all of this?"

Achilles asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and admiration.

"Isn't it dangerous?"

Jekyll gave a small, weary smile.

"Dangerous? My entire life's work has led me to this point. I'm not about to abandon it now, even if the city is falling apart around me."

Mordred stepped forward, her tone more serious now.

"That's why we're here, isn't it? You've been looking for answers. We've been dealing with the same problems. We could use your help. You gather information, investigate, and I'll handle the muscle. We make a good team."

Fujimaru nodded, though he was still unsure about the details of this new alliance.

"But what about Jack the Ripper? And these other creatures?"

Jekyll paused, his eyes darkening at the mention of the infamous killer.

"Jack the Ripper isn't just some myth. They're real... and they're killing again. But the fog... it seems to give him power. And the other creatures are connected to it as well, though I can't fully explain how. I fear that if the fog isn't stopped, things will only get worse. The city is already on the brink of collapse."

Mordred crossed her arms, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

"Sounds like we've got our work cut out for us."

Fujimaru looked at his team, a sense of resolve settling over him.

"Alright, we need to stop the fog before it spreads any further. We'll need to gather more intel, find the source, and take down any threats we encounter."

Mash stepped forward, her shield still held tightly in her grip.

"Master, I'm ready for whatever comes our way."

Achilles twirled his spears, the smirk returning to his face.

"A good fight is just what I need to stretch my legs."

Astolfo nodded enthusiastically, giving a thumbs up.

"Leave the enemies to me!"

Fujimaru glanced at Jekyll.

"We'll need your expertise, Henry. We'll be relying on you for information as we move forward."

Jekyll nodded, his eyes filled with a strange mixture of determination and concern.

"I'm in. But you must understand, the city is not what it once was. We're not just dealing with creatures, but with something much older, much darker. And if we're going to have any hope of stopping this, we'll need to move quickly. Time is not on our side."

As the conversation inside the apartment continued, a sudden, familiar buzz cut through the air, followed by the appearance of a hologram. Dr. Roman's face flickered into view, his expression as puzzled as ever.

"Fujimaru, do you copy?"

Roman's voice rang out, though his image was slightly distorted as if the communication line had trouble adjusting to the fog's interference.

"I've been monitoring your status, and... well, it looks like you've met someone interesting."

Fujimaru blinked, turning toward the hologram, which flickered with the familiar blue light.

"Doctor? Is something wrong?"

Roman Face is slightly surprised. His eyes narrowing as he took in the scene before him.

"I just saw the report... You've encountered a new Servant, but... who exactly is that? I don't have any data on them, and they don't match any profiles we've got."

Mordred, standing off to the side with her arms crossed, shot the hologram a sharp look.

"Tch. Some kind of oversight, huh?"

Fujimaru glanced between Mordred and the hologram of Roman, trying to explain the situation.

"This is Mordred and Henry Jekyll"

Fujimaru started.

"and we've made an alliance with them to understand the situation here. We're still trying to figure out exactly what's going on in London with the fog, but... Mordred has been helping us along the way."

Roman's expression became more focused as he processed the new information.

"Mordred, huh? I don't have much on her either. But the name rings a bell. A Saber-class Servant, most likely. I suppose she's one of the ones caught in the Singularities... though, I don't recall seeing her in our records before. Are you sure about this?"

Fujimaru nodded.

"She's here, and she's definitely a Servant. She's been helping us fight against some of the creatures here."

Roman's hologram flickered again, the lines of his face pulling into an unreadable expression.

"Hmm... Seems like you've got a lot of unexpected encounters in this one. First, you run into Mordred, and now Henry Jekyll. But what I'm really concerned about is the fog. I've been seeing strange readings coming from the Singularity. It's... unlike anything we've dealt with before. Be cautious, alright?"

Mordred snorted, her tone bordering on mocking.

"Cautious? I don't think that's in my vocabulary, mate."

Fujimaru, sensing the tension in the room, raised a hand in a calm gesture.

"We're being careful, doctor. But this fog... it's dangerous. We're dealing with threats that we weren't expecting. Automata, homunculi... and even Jack the Ripper."

Roman's hologram flickered again, his expression tightening.

"Jack the Ripper? That's... bad. Really bad. They're one of the most notorious figures in history, and now they're tied to whatever's happening in this fog. This just got a whole lot more complicated."

Mordred's voice cut through the moment of silence.

"Complicated? It's just another enemy to crush. I've had enough of this fog. Let's get to work."

"Hold on,"

Roman interjected quickly,

"I'm getting some weird readings from the fog—closer to your position. You might have company soon. Be ready for anything, and for the love of everything, keep an eye on Mordred. We don't know what her situation is."

Mordred shot a sharp glare at the hologram.

"I'm right here, you know."

Roman chuckled nervously, almost as if he were trying to hide his unease.

"Right, of course, Mordred. You're just fine. But remember, we don't know how these Singularities can affect Servants. Keep your wits about you."

Fujimaru gave a small nod, signaling to the group that they needed to stay on guard. He glanced at Jekyll, who had been quietly observing the exchange, before speaking again.

"We'll keep that in mind, doctor. And we'll let you know if we need anything else."

The hologram of Roman gave a stiff nod.

"Good. I'll keep monitoring your progress, but be safe. Don't let your guard down, especially with all these unknowns. And, Fujimaru?"

"Yes?"

"Keep an eye on that fog. It's not just hiding monsters. I'm getting some strange fluctuations that suggest... something's manipulating it from within."

With that, Roman's hologram flickered and then vanished, leaving the room in a brief silence.

Fujimaru let out a quiet sigh, the weight of Roman's words settling heavily on his shoulders. The fog wasn't just a simple barrier to overcome—it was hiding something much darker, something that even Roman couldn't fully explain.

Mash looked at Fujimaru, her voice steady.

"Master, we should proceed with caution. The fog is dangerous, and there's no telling what lies beyond it."

Achilles spun his spears again, his usual smirk returning.

"I don't know about caution, but I'm ready for whatever's coming."

Astolfo's usual lighthearted tone echoed through the room.

"And I'll make sure no one gets left behind! Let's do this, team!"

Mordred, however, had already turned toward the door, her expression unreadable.

"Enough talking. The fog won't clear itself, and neither will the enemies lurking in it."

With no more time to waste, the group prepared to move out, following Mordred into the misty streets of London, each of them unsure of what they would encounter next—but knowing that they would face it together.

The fog, however, was only the beginning. There was something far darker at play.

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Author:I'm done fo now, I will keep updated the singularity 4 until it's done. The part 2 is coming A few days later since I'm writing a length chapter