Type Moon: Social Death Nickname, Starting Lady Crane

Whether the other person is a man or a woman, an old man or a child, or what profession they are in, it can usually be expressed through their voice, but the voice that directly echoes in his mind is surprisingly lacking in characteristics, so he feels like he is talking to a faceless monster.

"Excuse me... could you tell me your name?"

Flatt suddenly tried to ask a question.

If the origin of the knife in his hand is true, the other party's identity should be as he imagined.

However, the voice in Flatt's head was in no way consistent with his image of a "heroic spirit."

The thought of "Heroic Spirit?" came to Flat's mind because he also knew that it was not an existence that could be called a "hero."

Yet, in countries where British films and novels are released, this man is virtually universally known. While his fame may be lower than that of Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin, unlike them, he was a real person who existed in the past.

305: Flatt might be an unexpected fit for Jack.

All magicians and heroic spirits know this.

Flatt's servant is Jack the Ripper.

Therefore, many people stretched their necks curiously and focused their attention.

I just want to see what kind of person this legendary Jack the Ripper is.

At the same time, I am also very curious.

A Berserker-class Heroic Spirit, when calm.

Only Emiya Shirou and Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't help but start to worry.

In various works and legends, Jack the Ripper is not a good guy.

Such a being appeared during the Holy Grail War.

These two people, who are full of justice in their hearts, couldn't help but worry whether he would cause harm to the people in the city.

The screen continues to play!!!

For some reason, Flatt's question received no answer. As he shifted his gaze uneasily, a tall man in black inadvertently entered his field of vision.

"Ah, are you willing to show yourself?"

"what are you saying?"

When Flatt saw the man's puzzled expression, he let out an "Ah" and his face turned pale.

The other party would naturally wear black.

The police officer, with a pistol on his waist, was looking down at him with a stern expression as he sat by the fountain.

"You suspicious fellow, holding a knife and talking to yourself."

"No, no! That! It's not what you think!"

Although Flatt panicked and tried to defend himself

"Did it scare you?"

After he finished speaking, the police officer's attitude suddenly became gentle, and he let Flatt take the baton in his hand.

Although the texture was no different from a real baton, its quality suddenly disappeared from Flatt's hand.

As Flatt looked ahead in surprise, the police officer who was supposed to be there was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a woman in provocative clothing stood alone.

Then, the woman, maintaining her female voice, spoke in the same tone as the voice that had echoed in her mind a moment ago:

"I just want you to understand my characteristics before introducing myself."

"Huh? Huh? Weird?"

The woman's figure disappeared in an instant in front of Flat, who was even more surprised.

I'm sorry to have frightened you, my Lord. I thought it would be better to show you the real thing quickly.

The voice echoed in my mind again.

It seemed that several people in the parent-child group around caught a glimpse of this "abnormal" scene. Some rubbed their eyes, some turned their heads aside, and one child said, "Mom, the policeman just now turned into a girl and disappeared." But their parents laughed at them.

Looking at the high-heeled shoe footprints left in front of us, we can understand that the person we just saw was not hallucinating.

After the confused ordinary people left, the truth was revealed one by one.

Then, please allow me to reintroduce myself. My real name is

Flat swallowed hard and continued to wait for the other party to speak.

He knew the true identity of this Servant very well. However, his real name held a completely different significance to that "legend."

He continued to wait expectantly, and the other party's voice immediately echoed in his mind.

But the follower's answer brought him surprising results in a different sense.

To be honest, I don’t know either.

"Hey!"

The young man couldn't help but stand up with his waist half bent, but then he found that there was no one who could grab his collar even if he stood up, so he looked around in shame and sat back in his original seat.

The owner of the voice ignored the young man's ugly expression and continued to describe his origins in a way that was devoid of emotion or characteristics.

If there are people who know my real name, I'm afraid it's not from legend, but from the real me... or from those who have stopped me from committing crimes.

The knife Flatt was holding was not the actual relic, but a replica.

However, if we limit ourselves to that Heroic Spirit...

It can even be said that because replicas are produced with the masses in mind, they can attract stronger souls.

Although this Servant has no name, there is evidence that he actually exists in this world.

However, no one knew his true identity.

Even appearance, real name, whether male or female...

No, it is not even known whether it is human.

As a symbol of fear that plunged the world into panic, "he", whose gender was even unknown, was eventually imagined by many people into a variety of strange appearances, and was continuously recorded in numerous stories and papers.

At this moment, Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the scene in the picture and fell into deep thought.

Whether a person is a good person or a bad person can be determined by observing his words and actions.

Although Jack the Ripper only appeared for a few minutes.

However, Emiya Kiritsugu could not see the special features of being a villain.

In other words, he could not see any trace of a serial killer in Jack the Ripper.

"Or, he is someone who is extremely good at disguise."

"Or, they are not evil people at all."

"A serial killer is someone who is extremely good at disguise. It's very logical."

"But, this acting is a little too good."

Emiya Kiritsugu focused his gaze on the screen.

"The legendary Jack the Ripper."

"I'm already interested in you."

Can one's own Servant be called a Heroic Spirit?

Flatt had no answer.

However, if one can become a Servant, whether or not one is a Heroic Spirit is not that important.

This Servant does not have a name of his own, but there is sufficient evidence of his existence and this world.

However, no one has ever known his true identity.

Including appearance, real name, and gender.

It is not even known whether it is human.

He is more like a symbol of fear, and his name makes the whole world panic.

He has been imagined into various strange forms by many people and appears in many stories.

In these stories, he has many occupations.

Doctors, teachers—

Or a noble or a prostitute?

Or a demon or resentment?

Or is it madness, conspiracy?

If you really want to trace it back, his existence is more due to people's fear.

People used their fear to depict his existence and used fear to elevate him into a legend.

However, everyone knows that he is not just a legend, but a real person.

Evidence of its existence remains in the Whitechapel area of ​​London.

The horrific bodies of the five prostitutes there are the strongest and most powerful evidence of its existence.

However, although his specific name has never been known, few people are unaware of his title.

That is Jack the Ripper!!!

Flatt accepted and digested the information Jack the Ripper told him.

He nodded and spoke.

"So, your situation of not being anyone is the source of your abilities, right?"

“It’s a skill that can be possessed by anyone.”

Jack the Ripper transformed into a cowboy and sat next to Flatt.

"Yes, you have great luck. If I were in another rank, I would definitely not be sitting here chatting with you like this."

"Maybe, at the very least, they'll kill everyone in this park and then take over your body, right?"

Jack the Ripper had a relaxed expression when he said this.

But it is obvious that he was not joking when he said this.

"By the way, what is your rank?"

Flatt asked Jack the Ripper.

After all, he is my servant. It is a bit unreasonable that I still don’t know his rank after chatting with him for such a long time.

"Didn't I tell you? Sorry, I'm a berserker."

After hearing Jack the Ripper's words, Flatt fell into confusion. The characteristic of the Berserker class is to exchange reason for strength.

Today's Jack the Ripper is as rational as he can be, without any trace of a berserker.

It seemed that he had noticed Flatt's doubts.

Jack spoke up.

"Because the legend symbolizes madness, madness has been integrated into every part of my soul. Berserker may be a class that suits me better."

Flatt nodded.

"Something like two negatives equal a positive?"

Flatt's peculiar train of thought frightened even Jack the Ripper, the berserker.

So he began to change the subject.

"When I transformed into a police officer to scare you just now, why didn't you use magic to hypnotize me? Wouldn't that be more beneficial to you?"

"Using magical cues to turn situations to your advantage is the most fundamental of magicians, right?"

Flatt scratched his head.

"Because this is all a misunderstanding, right? I'm not a suspicious person. Misunderstandings must be resolved eventually, right?"

There was a look of suspicion in Jack the Ripper's eyes.