The Chaldea crew return for the fourth singularity. This time they're dropped in London 1888.
New faces and an old ally will be revealed as Y/n becomes more belligerent than ever.
Y/n: "Curious about my sketches? It's fine, I don't mind."
Raikou calmed herself before looking through them again. She stopped at the image of Artoria and a very young Mordred.
Raikou: "Who's this?"
Y/n: "Artoria Pendragon. Lancer servant. The kid's Mordred Pendragon, Saber servant. I drew that to show them what their life could've been like."
Raikou smiled as she looked at the picture before moving to a photo. It was of Y/n and Mordred, both crashed out on the tatami mats of his old home. Mordred was resting her head on Y/n's chest in her sleep while Y/n's left arm held her close to him.
Y/n: "I always did find that picture embarrassing."
Raikou: "I think it's cute."
Y/n shrugged before moving over to his bed and pulling out the box that he hid beneath it before storing his miniatures within it.
Y/n was about to lay in bed before Malter and Artemer walked into the room.
Malter: "Sorry, master."
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Artemer: "No time for rest. Romani found the next singularity."
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Y/n nodded before begrudgingly getting up and heading to the command room.
He entered loudly, showcasing his annoyance, and leaned on Haruna's desk.
Y/n: "Alright, the fuck've we got this time?"
Roman: "Looks like you four are heading to England, more specifically, nineteenth century London."
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