Servant of London

Ok what the hell is happening.

Everyone then saw, blond hair girl wearing a armour as Ritsuka saw it was Mordred.

Oh will you look at that. Ritsuka said looking at Mordred. Even do the timeline change we still mett her.

Ritsuka wishper to mash as she nodded, she was happy about Ritsuka future knowledge even do some event didn't go as planned.

Mine who maybe your he. BB said looking at Mordred. And why do I feel like I know you

As Mordred stepped forward, her armor glinting in the dim light of the London streets, her eyes narrowed at the sight of Ritsuka and his group. She swung her sword over her shoulder with a casual confidence, sizing them up.

"Oh, great," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Another bunch of goody-two-shoes Masters and their pets. What do you want? A medal?"

Ritsuka chuckled, nudging Mash lightly. "It's good to see you again, Mordred. Even if things are a bit different this time."

Mash nodded in agreement, a small smile on her face. "It's comforting to see some things remain consistent, Senpai."

BB, standing beside Ritsuka, tilted her head in curiosity, her eyes scanning Mordred with a mix of recognition and confusion. "You know, there's something oddly familiar about you," BB said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "It's almost like we've met before, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

Mordred's eyes flicked to BB, and she raised an eyebrow. "You? Know me? I doubt it," she scoffed. "But I'm not here for a chat. I'm here to kick some ass. So unless you want to be on the receiving end of Clarent, I'd suggest you tell me what you're doing here."

Ritsuka stepped forward, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "We're not here to fight you, Mordred. We're here to stop Goetia and the demon pillars. We could use your help."

Mordred studied Ritsuka for a moment, her expression unreadable. "You think I need a reason to fight? I live for battle. But fine, if you're up against Goetia, that's a fight worth joining." She smirked, the ferocity in her eyes unmistakable. "Just try to keep up."

Ritsuka nodded, grateful for her cooperation. "We could definitely use your strength."

As they continued through the darkened streets of London, the tension was palpable. The group moved with caution, aware that danger could be lurking around any corner.

BB kept glancing at Mordred, her curiosity growing. "Seriously, you remind me of someone," she mused. "It's like there's a piece of my data that recognizes you, but it's corrupted or something."

Mordred rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Just stay out of my way, and we'll get along fine."

Ahead of them, a sinister presence loomed. The air grew thicker, and the oppressive darkness seemed to close in around them. Ritsuka tightened his grip on his weapon, ready for whatever came next.

A low growl echoed through the streets, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. From the shadows emerged another demon pillar, its monstrous form towering over the buildings.

"Here we go again," Ritsuka muttered, steeling himself for the battle ahead.

Mordred grinned, her excitement palpable. "Now this is what I came for!" She charged forward, her sword blazing with energy as she struck the demon pillar with all her might.

The battle was intense, with each member of the group contributing their unique skills. Sigurd and Brynhildr launched coordinated attacks, Tametomo and Tenoch provided ranged support, and Mash defended Ritsuka and Gudako with unwavering determination.

BB unleashed her dark energy, combining it with Ritsuka's shadow manipulation to create devastating attacks. Even Gudako joined the fray, her servants adding their power to the assault.

Despite the ferocity of the demon pillar, the group's combined efforts began to take their toll. Cracks appeared in the pillar's form, and its roars of defiance grew weaker.

Mordred delivered the final blow, her sword cleaving through the demon pillar with a triumphant shout. As the creature disintegrated, the group took a moment to catch their breath.

"Well fought, everyone," Ritsuka said, looking around at his companions. "But we can't afford to rest yet. Goetia is still out there, and we need to find him."

Mordred sheathed her sword, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Lead the way, Master. I'm just getting warmed up."

As they pressed on, the dark clouds overhead seemed to grow even thicker, a constant reminder of the battle yet to come. But with allies like these, Ritsuka felt a renewed sense of hope. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead and bring an end to the darkness threatening London.

Meanwhile back in Chaldea Romani groaned, his head still spinning from the unexpected encounter with Sheba. He tried to gather his thoughts, but Sheba's presence was overwhelming. Her words echoed in his mind, each one hitting him like a sledgehammer.

"So Solomon," Sheba repeated, her voice soft but insistent. "Why aren't you telling Chaldea the truth? You're lucky I didn't reveal your identity. And then there's your creation, Goetia, creating problems like what's going on in London. What happened after the Holy Grail War?"

Romani sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Sheba, it's...complicated. I thought I could leave that part of my life behind when I became Romani Archaman. I wanted to help humanity in a different way, not as Solomon, but as a doctor."

Sheba's grip tightened around him, her eyes searching his for answers. "But you can't ignore your past, Solomon. You have a responsibility to the world, to Chaldea, and to those who are fighting right now. They deserve to know the truth."

Romani closed his eyes, the weight of his past bearing down on him. "I know. I just...I wanted to give them hope, to show them that they could fight for a better future without relying on the past. But you're right. I can't hide forever."

Sheba nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Good. Because whether you like it or not, you're still Solomon, and you still have a role to play in all of this. And as for Goetia...we need to find a way to stop him."

Romani looked at her, a mix of gratitude and determination in his eyes. "You're right. I'll find a way to help Ritsuka and the others. But for now, let's keep my identity a secret a little longer. They have enough to deal with without adding Solomon to the mix."

Sheba sighed, but she nodded in agreement. "Alright. But remember, you can't run from this forever. Eventually, they'll need to know the truth."

Romani nodded, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "Thank you, Sheba. For everything."

Meanwhile, back in London, Ritsuka and his team were pressing on through the darkened streets, the oppressive atmosphere weighing heavily on them. As they moved cautiously, Ritsuka couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.

Suddenly, a figure stepped out of the shadows, blocking their path. It was a woman with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes, her presence exuding an air of menace.

"Who are you?" Ritsuka demanded, his hand tightening around his weapon.

The woman smiled, her eyes glinting with malice. "I am Lancer, but you can call me Scáthach. I'm here to test your resolve."

Without warning, she lunged at them, her spear aimed directly at Ritsuka's heart. He barely had time to react, his instincts kicking in as he dodged to the side.

Mash stepped forward, her shield raised to defend her Master. "Senpai, be careful! She's a powerful Servant."

Scáthach laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Ritsuka's spine. "Come, show me what you're made of!"

The battle was fierce, with Scáthach's spear strikes coming at them with lightning speed. Ritsuka and his Servants fought back with everything they had, but Scáthach's skill was unmatched.

Despite the odds, they refused to give up. Gudako joined the fray, her own Servants adding their power to the fight. Together, they managed to land several blows on Scáthach, but she seemed unfazed.

"You have spirit," Scáthach said, her voice filled with a strange mix of admiration and contempt. "But is it enough to face the true threat?"

Ritsuka gritted his teeth, determination burning in his eyes. "We'll stop Goetia, no matter what it takes."

Scáthach paused, her eyes narrowing as she studied him. "Very well. Prove it."

With that, she vanished into the shadows, leaving them to catch their breath.

Mash turned to Ritsuka, concern etched on her face. "Senpai, are you alright?"

Ritsuka nodded, though he was clearly shaken. "Yeah. We need to keep moving. We can't let anything stop us."

As they continued through the streets of London, the sense of urgency grew stronger. They knew that Goetia was out there, and they had to stop him before it was too late. But with each step, the challenges grew more intense, and the stakes higher than ever before.

Alright are we done. Mordred said looking at the group. No more unexpected servants so let go to my base.

As after a while the whole group arrived London house as Mordred seat done at the couch as there was another man who Ritsuka knew it was Jekyll as it was the human not the servant.

Really Mordred. Jekyll said looking at his servant. And actually not going to question at this point only thing I know we have to deal with some name Goetia

Ritsuka, Mash, Gudako, and their entourage settled into the worn but sturdy furniture of the London house. Mordred plopped down on a couch with a casual air, while Jekyll, standing by the fireplace, regarded the newcomers with a mixture of curiosity and resignation.

"Really, Mordred?" Jekyll said, shaking his head slightly. "And here I thought you'd keep a low profile."

Mordred shrugged, looking utterly unbothered. "Low profile isn't really my style. Besides, we've got bigger problems. We're here to deal with Goetia."

Jekyll nodded, turning his attention fully to the group. "I've heard of him. His presence is causing a lot of disruptions. London is already unstable, and with Goetia's influence, it's only getting worse."

Ritsuka stepped forward, the urgency in his voice clear. "We need all the information we can get. Anything you know about his movements or his plans will help."

Jekyll sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Goetia's power is formidable. He's managed to shroud the city in darkness, which weakens most magic users and strengthens his own demonic minions. He's using the chaos to gather energy for some larger ritual. What exactly he's planning, I don't know, but it can't be good."

As the group absorbed this information, Mordred crossed her arms and leaned back, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Sounds like we'll need to hit him fast and hard before he completes whatever he's planning."

BB, still adjusting to her new situation, chimed in. "Well, it's not like we have much of a choice. He's too dangerous to ignore. And from what I can tell, he's also targeting specific Servants to weaken our forces."

Gudako nodded. "We need to be strategic about this. We can't just charge in blindly."

Ritsuka looked around at his team, his determination clear. "Agreed. We'll need to gather as much intel as possible, disrupt his operations, and find a way to weaken him. Jekyll, do you have any leads on where we might start?"

Jekyll frowned, thinking. "There have been reports of strange activity in several key locations around the city. The British Museum, the Tower of London, and Westminster Abbey. If Goetia's minions are gathering there, it might give us a clue about his plans."

Mash stepped forward, her shield at the ready. "We'll split up and investigate each location. With any luck, we'll find something that can give us an edge."

Ritsuka nodded. "Alright, let's move out. Stay alert and be ready for anything. This fight is far from over."

As the group prepared to leave, Mordred stood up, cracking her knuckles. "I'll take the Tower of London. Anyone coming with me?"

BB smirked. "I'll go with you. Someone needs to keep an eye on you."

Ritsuka assigned the rest of the team to the other locations, making sure they were balanced in strength and skills. With a final nod, they split up, each team heading to their designated area to confront the growing threat of Goetia.

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At the British Museum, Ritsuka, Mash, and Gudako found themselves navigating through darkened halls, the exhibits casting eerie shadows.

"Stay close," Ritsuka whispered. "We don't know what we're up against."

As they moved deeper into the museum, they encountered more demonic minions, each one more ferocious than the last. But with their combined strength and determination, they fought their way through, determined to uncover Goetia's plans.

Meanwhile, at the Tower of London, Mordred and BB encountered fierce resistance. The ancient fortress was teeming with dark energy, and Goetia's minions were relentless. But with BB's cunning and Mordred's brute strength, they managed to push forward, determined to find the source of the disturbance.

At Westminster Abbey, Sigurd, Brynhildr, and Tametomo faced their own challenges. The sacred grounds were desecrated by dark rituals, and the air was thick with malevolent energy. But with their combined might and skill, they fought through, searching for any clues that could help them in their fight against Goetia.

As the teams pressed on, the stakes grew higher, and the true scale of Goetia's plan began to unfold. The battle for London was far from over, and the fate of the city—and perhaps the world—hung in the balance.

To be continued

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