Chapter 16: Jack the Ripper is weak, what does it have to do with me, Elijah Jack?
Jack the Ripper, the world-famous serial killer, committed multiple crimes in England and remains at large. Her true identity remains unknown to this day.
Therefore, as Jack the Ripper is summoned by different classes, her appearance and personality will change accordingly. When she appears as an Assassin, she is a collection of resentment from unborn babies. She is innocent and ignorant but also chaotic and evil, resonating with Miss Illyasviel in terms of personality and experience.
Her attribute values are not outstanding. Only her agility has reached A rank, while the rest of her attributes are similar to Miss Illyasviel's. Her mana is a weak C rank, heavily dependent on the mana provided by the Master. Her Noble Phantasm is only at B rank.
It can be said that she is a low-status Servant like Miss Illyasviel, incapable of defeating most Servant enemies in a direct confrontation.
However, compared to other Heroic Spirit Servants, her compatibility with Miss Illyasviel is exceptionally high.
Miss Illyasviel's Noble Phantasm requires time to adjust to the attributes and abilities of the Servants she summons, but Jack the Ripper does not need that adaptation. Being from the same Chaos Evil camp, they experience no rejection. Both are abandoned children with a strange longing for life. This is reflected in the chants Miss Illyasviel silently recited at that time—what she needs is agility and survival skills.
She wasn't aiming for victory.
It was simply survival—a survival mechanism prioritized above compatibility, even with Servants like Semiramis.
Jack the Ripper perfectly meets her needs, possessing both excellent agility and flexible mechanisms.
Their shared experiences mirror Miss Illyasviel's chant.
She has never been a hero. She is merely a moth chasing light, abandoned by her parents at a young age, and thrust into a strange world, desperately struggling to survive.
"Oh, no wonder she is a dark mongrel; it turns out she was a notorious magi and killer in her lifetime."
"She was never captured during her lifetime, and after becoming Caster, she also gained the legend of disguise."
More than ten golden ripple doors opened and aimed at the petite Assassin girl standing on the street lamp with her hands behind her back. The Golden King sneered in displeasure as if mocking her. Logically speaking, this kind of Heroic Spirit should not be so difficult to deal with. This is not London, and the Assassin girl would not benefit from many venue or fame bonuses. It was simply unbelievable that she could fight him to this extent.
Under normal circumstances, with such high intensity in creating familiars, generating thick smog that covers a large area, obstructing vision, and high-speed movement that consumes physical strength and energy, the Assassin girl's mana reserves should have been exhausted long ago.
In battles between Heroic Spirits, basic attributes are one factor, and energy consumption is another.
Even though his King's Treasure consumes very little mana, it is essentially just throwing treasures by opening portals.
But if the fight had reached this point without the treasure that restores his mana, he would have indirectly drained Tohsaka Tokiomi.
The Assassin girl's mana seemed limitless. She maintained a high-intensity battle throughout. No one knew whether she had a strange Noble Phantasm or if her Master's mana capabilities were terrifyingly high.
However, it didn't matter. As the oldest King, he didn't concern himself with such trivialities. Even with a skill capable of seeing through Illyasviel's entire being, he had no intention of using it.
"Dirty mongrels can have painful bites too." Nimble toes stepped forward.
Leaping from the street lamp like a shadow, a colossal sword descended, severing her connection with Tohsaka Tokiomi. The mist, thick and poisonous, served as a barrier—a Noble Phantasm in itself.
Ordinarily, the fog produced by such Noble Phantasms was uncontrollable, allowing many Heroic Spirits to sense enemies through the dense shroud. However, bolstered by her terrifying A-rank mana attribute, it became so dense that it concealed her presence entirely. The poisonous and conceptual properties of the mist were further enhanced.
Following London's Industrial Revolution, massive amounts of coal smoke transformed into sulfuric acid fog in the 1950s, causing a major disaster. The "The Mist: Darkened Misty Metropolis " Noble Phantasm recreated that "Mist of Death" The wielder could control who the fog affected.
Ordinary humans would succumb to the poison within minutes.
Even magi wouldn't die immediately but would suffer ongoing corrosion. Heroic Spirits wouldn't be harmed, but their agility attributes would drop by a rank.
Navigating the fog required "Intuition" at level B or higher or specialized magecraft. Under the effects of A-rank mana, visibility dropped to less than three meters. Tohsaka Tokiomi's poisoning intensified, and escaping the fog became nearly impossible.
Even long-range Noble Phantasms were slowed. Shots that would have been impossible to dodge veered off due to the haze's friction. This was the primary reason Illyasviel withstood five successive Noble Phantasms.
Jack the Ripper was weak.
But paired with Illyasviel's A-rank skills and mana, she neared the top level of second-rate Caster Servants.
"When did others gain the right to bully my subjects repeatedly?"
Three massive swords, tens of meters long, fell, forming a square perimeter alongside the previous colossal blade, creating a cage for Illyasviel like a canary.
"Dear Brother Gilgamesh, don't tell me you favor Uncle Tokiomi?"
"You are the oldest King. Surely you see that your minister acts respectful on the surface, but in reality, he views himself as the master and you as a mere familiar."
Once again, a sense of helplessness loomed as shadows moved.
Illyasviel keenly observed the strained relationship between the Golden King and Tohsaka Tokiomi. Their compatibility was poor, certainly worse than her connection with Kotomine Kirei despite their brief interactions. The Golden King's delayed intervention when Tohsaka Tokiomi was cornered only highlighted their weak alliance.
"I have warned the disloyal minister. If he still fails to understand his position, I will punish him. Until then, he remains my accepted minister."
"It's not your place to judge!"
Thirty-six treasures soared through the air—each a prized artifact at B+ rank or higher.
King Gilgamesh's arrogance remained unyielding. He fully understood Tohsaka Tokiomi's misplaced sense of authority—otherwise, he wouldn't have razed the man's villa to the ground.
He would not fail to stop the other party in the first place when he was deceived by Miss Illyasviel's innate charm skill.
This was a warning from the king, expressing his dissatisfaction with Tohsaka Tokiomi. If Tohsaka Tokiomi could make the status of a subject clear in the future, he would not mind bestowing the Holy Grail on Tohsaka Tokiomi as a grace of a king. The assassin girl's provocation was meaningless as long as Tohsaka Tokiomi did not really anger him.
He would still grant this minister a certain degree of tolerance.
"Then you are truly a magnanimous king. I have changed my opinion of you, big brother."
'So, return to the Throne of Heroes with all your pride!'
The thick fog poured into the square formation, slowing the speed of the thirty-six treasures' explosive attacks to a non-fatal level. Miss Illyasviel put on her rag hood!
The bandaged little handheld the sharp blade and suddenly dove upward. Her petite figure danced like a lively fairy. Her cheek was cut by the sword and bled. A swarm of treasures passed by her body and face. In the haze, she resembled a ghostly, murderous devil!
Long-range throwing attacks no longer held much significance to her. As long as they were not launched from close range, these treasures were like bullets shot into the deep sea, eroded by the thick haze of fog!
"I don't need the evaluation of a filthy mongrel. Granting you death is already a great honor."
Almost in the blink of an eye, the assassin girl bent low and dove within five meters of King Gilgamesh, who remained arrogant.
With an unhappy snort, the air seemed to solidify at such close proximity. The assassin girl's head, the ground she treads upon, and the golden waves from all directions surrounded her. This was a close-range barrage with no blind spots, and the assassin girl could not avoid it regardless of her speed.
No escape.
At this distance, the fog haze had minimal effect.
At that moment, Miss Illyasviel's heartbeat quickened, and her blood boiled. The thrill of dancing on the edge of life and death made the world seem to slow. She tightly gripped the hunting blade and hurled it fiercely!
Yes, at this range, dodging was impossible. Could the King of Heroes possibly evade it?
Clang!
Tear!
The sharp blade sliced through the air—a sinister weapon aimed at the eyes. King Gilgamesh instinctively turned his head aside!
Yet a faint stinging sensation still grazed his handsome cheek, igniting a surge of indignation.
His momentary rage and dodge delayed the treasures surrounding the assassin girl just enough!
As the treasures burst forth, the assassin girl vaulted into the air, executing a maneuver akin to the second stage of Flying Thunder God. Breaking through the blockade, she caught the hunting blade mid-flight and struck downward once more!
"Noble Phantasm..." The twin blades gleamed with mystic energy. The night was foggy, the atmosphere charged.
Though the enemy was not a woman and thus could not satisfy the third condition to trigger the "instant death" curse, it remained sufficient as an anti-human weapon to decapitate this arrogant king in a single stroke.
Clang!
The anticipated scene of King Gilgamesh's head being severed did not unfold.
Sparks of mana scattered as the blade collided with a shimmering treasure.
Miss Illyasviel felt a tremendous shock reverberate through her hand, forcing her backward.
The overwhelming force that left her arm numb signified that her opponent's strength was at least a rank above hers.
"Mongrel, as a Caster, you should take pride in reaching this level."
Clang! Clang! Clang!
At the moment of her landing, amidst the golden king's haughty words, golden blades tore through the air toward her. The assassin girl instinctively swung her blade to deflect the strikes, barely maintaining her stance through agility and speed.
"???"
Miss Illyasviel raised her head, twin blades crossed in defense, finally identifying the source of the attack—distinct from previous assaults.
She beheld blood-red eyes, dazzling golden armor, and the King of Heroes still arrogantly wielding a golden axe in one hand, suppressing her with sheer might.
'Ah?'
'eh?'
Was she hallucinating? What on earth was Gilgamesh holding?
Could this be reasonable?
"Aren't you Archer? Archer using a one-handed axe?"