"Shh! Come back quickly, there's more!"
Hans Christian Andersen, also hiding at the corner, put a finger to his lips, waving his other hand frantically to signal Mordred to come back immediately.
"Quick, quick, quick! Now it's your turn to act; be fast!"
Seeing Mordred obediently retreat, Andersen immediately turned to Shakespeare behind him and said.
"[First Folio: When the Curtain Rises, the Applause Shall Be as Ten Thousand Thunders]!"
Shakespeare didn't hesitate either, backhandedly activating his Noble Phantasm according to the plan.
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"Yo ho ho!"
A certain clown in a blue bodysuit materialized from spirit form, standing in the corner giggling at Takumi and "Jack the Ripper" fighting in a tangle ahead.
Mephistopheles, the demon who tempts human hearts in Goethe's representative work "Faust". Betting with God whether Dr. Faust would fall, Mephistopheles attempted to lead the doctor into the abyss of evil.
But to be honest, for Takumi, this guy's presence was really a bit too low. Before checking materials in Chaldea, Takumi had never even heard of the work "Faust".
—Accurately speaking, Takumi had no interest in drama or whatever. If not for Shakespeare's name being too big, he wouldn't even know anything about Shakespeare.
So for this clown, Takumi's only impressions were that his CV was Koyasu Takehito and he was a big bomber.
The smile on Mephistopheles' face remained unchanged, his slender fingers stroking his chin.
'Oh my, how should I cut into the battle? Plant a bomb on him with my Noble Phantasm and explode one first? Then reveal the bombs, force him to tell a joke to eliminate one, and when they are eliminated, laugh mockingly and reveal the last bomb in a reversal—hee hee hee hee!'
Mephistopheles imagined the beautiful scene, the corners of his mouth almost grinning to his ears.
He was acting together with Jack the Ripper. After Jack discovered Takumi wandering alone, the two settled on a plan.
Jack the Ripper would go over first to pin down Takumi, and when he arrived, they would eliminate this Master together.
The plan was indeed simple, but as long as a two-on-one situation was formed, no matter how you thought about it, they wouldn't lose, right?
'Now then, let's go over and say hello first~'
Mephistopheles took out his huge scissors, walking carefully towards the location where the "two" were fighting fiercely.
Seemingly by coincidence, on the path he was advancing, a familiar corner was waiting ahead.
'Hehe, Master, I'm coming right away—'
"Crimson Lightning!"
A voice full of vigor rang in his ears. Majestic magical energy swept over his whole body. The corner of his eye reflected crimson lightning.
'Not good, a trap!!!'
Mephistopheles was horrified in his heart. The smile on his face deformed instantly. Like a cat scared by a mouse, he wanted to jump away from the spot with a catapult start.
"Hah!"
He had just started to jump when he saw Takumi, who was fighting fiercely just now, appear on his other side in the blink of an eye. The flag in his hand smashed down on his waist like a club.
'Finished—'
Feeling the irresistible force coming from his waist and abdomen, the smile on Mephistopheles' face twisted several times, finally fixing on misery.
"Die for me!"
Under Mordred's fierce voice, a strike carrying [Mana Burst] slashed onto Mephistopheles' head.
Crimson lightning briefly dispersed the surrounding fog. The floor tiles ahead were also blasted into a "straight line," with gravel and dust flying everywhere.
Mephistopheles Exit!
"Phew! Done! Didn't expect to solve two Servants with just two slashes. Truly satisfying, yet indescribably boring."
Retracting the magical energy on her body, patting the greatsword in her hand, the expression on Mordred's face was slightly melancholic.
"Be secretly happy, Sir Mordred. Not every battle can be solved so easily."
Andersen walked out from the corner comfortably holding his book Noble Phantasm.
"Alright, alright, stop showing off."
"I admit you have some skills, but I don't quite understand why it went so smoothly?"
Mordred shook her hand speechlessly, then asked with a face full of doubt.
"Wasn't this plan improvised? Especially that Jack the Ripper, how could she not discover us?"
"It's [The Emperor's New Clothes], Student Mordred. One look and I can tell you didn't listen carefully in class usually."
Andersen looked at Mordred like looking at an illiterate person.
Indeed, this plan was improvised.
Their initial plan was just to defeat them one by one. But when Takumi's [Revelation] detected that Jack the Ripper and Mephistopheles seemed to be together.
Andersen backhandedly formulated this plan.
That is, Takumi acted as bait in front, while they waited for the small fish to take the bait under the concealment of [The Emperor's New Clothes].
The plan was simple and clear. Although the current battle result had a slight element of coincidence, with so many of them, no matter how you thought about it, they couldn't lose!
"Then why did that clown walk right over here like an idiot just now?"
Mordred ignored Andersen's gaze and pointed to the place where Mephistopheles disappeared, asking.
Just now, watching helplessly as Mephistopheles walked in front of her giggling foolishly, she held back very uncomfortably.
"Cough cough, this is exactly the control of the stage, Sir Mordred. Excellent stage and script can influence the choices of actors who step onto the 'stage'!"
Shakespeare behind coughed lightly twice, opening his arms proudly and intoxicatedly.
The Noble Phantasm he used just now didn't just create a phantom of Jack the Ripper; the details within pointed straight to the human heart!
"Feels so troublesome..."
Mordred, who preferred simple and crude methods, gave up thinking, her face full of rejection.
"Indeed troublesome. I don't have a dream of being an actor. Almost died of nervousness just now."
Takumi, who disliked acting, nodded in agreement.
"There's a first time for everything. It's normal to be nervous acting for the first time. Besides, your performance just now was very on point!"
Shakespeare shook his head, looking at Takumi appreciatively.
"Others are okay to say, but Mr. Shakespeare, your works... to be honest, I'm already shuddering a bit."
It was fine when Shakespeare didn't speak, but once he spoke, the expression on Takumi's face instantly became complex.
"What words! Just writing tragedies will cause some bad consequences, don't make a fuss at the slightest movement!"
Hearing this, Shakespeare widened his eyes, feeling insulted.
"Alright, Lord Playwright whose life is even more dramatic than his own works. At least for now, use that eager pen of yours less."
Andersen held his forehead helplessly, giving a warning in passing.
"Next, let's continue to defeat them one by one. And we must speed up; otherwise, the remaining people will discover the problem sooner or later."