In the past two days, Li Ji and Liudao Lingxia have traveled all over the large and small cemeteries in Romania by car, and at the same time of visiting, the magic circle is arranged in the cemetery by the Great Illya, and now they have returned to the capital Bucharest.

They stand in front of a Romanian welfare home that has been abandoned for some years.

Feeling that familiar aura, Jack jumped out of the arms of the sixth guide Lingxia and entered the building step by step.

"Mom, it smells so good, and there are a lot of cute kids living here."

Jack closed his eyes, and his mind was reminded of the vague memories of his time in London—in that special era of large-scale urbanization, the rapid development of the city was accompanied by choking air, frequent fires, cross-flowing sewage, chaotic social order, and the widening gap between the rich and the poor.

Orphans, too, were an essential part of the memories of London at that time, and the countless prostitutes, whose poverty would hinder their business, would abandon them with the offspring left behind by unknown men.

It is these orphans who have not enjoyed family affection, and their resentments have gathered to become a certain version of Jack the Ripper in legend.

She was sinful, sinful by nature, and she deserved to be a Heroic Spirit, an anti-Heroic Spirit, to be exact.

On the other hand, she is innocent, and she can't control the fact that she was born.

Jack spun around the orphanage, and in her vision, it seemed that more visions of children had run out and played with her.

Big Illya stood not far from her, silently arranging a magic circle in the cemetery outside the welfare home.

The contractual relationship between the master and the servant caused the sixth guide Lingxia to feel Jack's mood swings, and even produced the same illusion as she saw.

Li Ji stood next to her, "Miss Sixth Guide, I believe that after so many days, you should understand what I am doing, right?" ”

Sixth Director Lingxia replied gently: "Young man, I know, this is a sad history, just like a hundred years ago the Ripper Jack hides the experience of countless abandoned orphans, here, in this land called Romania, less than ten years ago, there is a legend of a child named Ceausescu. ”

It was a group of orphans who were unfortunately created by coercion and were born without the happy childhood of ordinary children, and had to face hunger, disease, loss of parents, and lack of educational opportunities.

The darkest are the orphans who are sold to underground film companies as disposable props, who bring a lot of wealth to the capitalists in exchange for a handful of income, at the cost of losing human dignity, limbs, organs and even lives.

Ceausescu's children are so numerous that they can be summoned across the land of Romania and transformed into magic power, which will strengthen Jack, who is also a resentful being, in an unimaginable way.

It is this kind of power that Li Ji wants to give Jack.

……

Church in the Hills of Sighisoara.

Amakusa Shiro with his own servant Semiramis.

"Master, did you dream about anything just now?" The beautiful girl smiled and stroked the boy's forehead, because of the contract between the master and the servant, she actually knew the contents, but she couldn't help but want to ask.

"My past," Amakusa Shiro replied unabashedly, "I'm curious, Assassin, why do I sleep on your laps, and I'm afraid that the majesty of being a master will be lost to be seen." ”

"Before the big war, as a servant, isn't it okay to do your part for the master?" Semiramis showed a rare posture as a girl, which made Amakusa Shiro smile bitterly, and he could only stand up and stare outside.

"The time is almost up." He said lightly that this was an important moment for him, even if it was the Holy Grail War sixty years ago, he had never been so disturbed as he was today.

"Yes, it's the time when the master's wish comes true." "And I'm ready for everything, it's a really exciting moment." ”

Semiramis stood up and walked forward gracefully, revealing a graceful and noble posture, this is what she really looks like, as an empress, and finally sits on her throne, facing everyone.

Amakusa Shiro stood at her side, like a servant.

Immediately after that, Lancer Karna, Caster Shakespeare, Rider Achilles, and Archer Atalanta arrived one after another.

Shakespeare bowed affectionately and said in a rough voice, "O dear Empress of Assyria, I feel a long-lost excitement and want to write immediately, does that time come to come?" ”

Amakusa Shiro nodded: "Please let the assassin explain this matter." ”

Semiramis replied proudly: "Worthy of Shakespeare, your hunch is very accurate, now we are about to start a larger battle, in order to make this battle as vigorous as possible, I will sacrifice the treasure that has worked hard to achieve perfection." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out and poured a wave of magic into the gem next to the throne, and then there was a palpitating vibration under her feet.

After a while, the shaking died down.

Everyone saw that the familiar scenery outside was gone, replaced by the endless sky and the earth beneath their feet, and they were carried into the air.

"Empty courtyard in the sky! It's my honor to invite you to my Noble Phantasm! ”

It was the Celestial Fortress that belonged to Semiramis, the best place for her to rule, and it had never been built in history, and it was the Holy Grail War that she had collected stone and wood from a particular region, and had a very long and large-scale ritual to recreate it in a grand and magnificent way.

As the name of the fortress suggests, the servants present felt the grandeur of the courtyard and noticed the hidden dangers in it, whether it was used for defense or offense, it was really a terrifying fortress that could face the army directly.

At this moment, it is heading towards the city of Mirenya, and next, it will bring a very big surprise to the Thousand Realms Tree Family, pushing the situation to a whole new level.

"What an unfold!" Shakespeare shouted affectionately, waving the quill in his hand, "I can't wait to record this." ”