[FMMISM] Chapter 62: Assassin Zealot vs Berserker Jack the Ripper

Meanwhile, at the same moment when Ragna arrived at the Einzbern Castle.

In Fuyuki, Shinto, amidst the city center's high-rise buildings, two black shadows shrouded in night mist stood on the rooftop of a high-rise building, ten meters apart, confronting each other.

"Hey... can't you just let it go and pretend we didn't see each other?"

A muscular man, wrapped in gray mist and dressed like a dock worker, scratched the back of his head as he spoke to the girl in the black cloak and veil in the distance.

"You know, my Master only asked me to come out for reconnaissance. If I could, I'd rather not fight."

"Not a chance." Zealot replied with a cold voice. "I will end your pitiful life here and offer a peaceful night to my Master."

Her Master, Ragna, had assigned her the task of investigating Berserker, and this muscular man was undoubtedly the Berserker of this Holy Grail War. Since this muscular man was the one sought by her Master, he must be an extremely evil person.

After a brief consideration, Zealot decided to destroy Berserker's body. After all, her Master hadn't specified that she couldn't kill the target of the reconnaissance.

"Really? Are you really sure? I'm not gonna lie, that's really a troublesome answer."

Berserker, who was none other than Jack the Ripper, responded, but the response did not come from the initial muscular man but from the wall opposite Zealot.

Clearly, Jack had turned into two.

Beside the muscular man in a dock worker outfit, a man dressed in a full police uniform appeared.

"Miss, though I don't know what class of Servant you are, but let's just stop here, ok?"

Suddenly, the presence of Jack increased from two to four, and they were no longer merely tall men. Among the new arrivals were a priest and a scantily dressed woman.

'...It's already tough enough to restrain my killing intent in front of women.' Zealot was extremely furious as she saw this situation.

Eventually, not only did the number grow from four to eight and continue to increase, but their genders, ages, and outfits also varied greatly.

Regardless, they shared one thing in common—every single one of them held a weapon.

'Master said I'm not allowed to engage in combat with the enemy... Hmm, it seems I'll have to apologize to him when I get back...' Zealot sighed inwardly.

"…"

Looking at sixteen people before her, Zealot appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was shaking violently.

'Illusions... No, that's not right... They're some kind of doubles...'

'Even though each of them has completely different characteristics and appearances, all of them are the main body?'

'Is this similar to the Zabaniya of the leader who once defeated me, Hassan of the Hundred Faces? Is this how Berserker survived even after being killed by Archer?'

As Zealot was lost in thought, the sixteen Jacks gradually formed a circle around her.

"…Unknown girl, although it is unfortunate, encountering me at night is your misfortune."

Suddenly, another Jack appeared before Zealot and spoke to her calmly.

"…What?" Zealot's golden eyes, exposed to the air, widened.

What appeared before her was a girl in a black robe, identical to herself.

Upon seeing this, she realized that it wasn't a simple double at all; it could even freely replicate the target's appearance and physique.

Even Hassan of the Hundred Faces couldn't do such a thing!

Did this mean Berserker's ability surpassed Zabaniya and went beyond it?

No, she refused to acknowledge this!

"I'll prove that your skills are still far from that leader's." Zealot said coldly, clenching her fists. "Repent in hell, sinner."

"Sinner?"

""Hahahaha—!""

All of Jack's bodies laughed heartily upon hearing Zealot’s words.

"Well, what a coincidence. I used to call myself a sinner from hell, a murderer with no chance of redemption... Alright, let's not waste any time. Come on!"

With that, the sixteen Jacks leaped high and pounced on Zealot simultaneously.

Zealot, with a tense expression, dodged several flying daggers and began to run at high speed. Just as the sixteen Jacks were about to completely encircle her, a large amount of translucent mist suddenly appeared beneath her feet.

"Unfeeling Patrolling Spirits, Zabaniya..."

With Zealot's mutter, the surrounding mist changed with the infusion of magical energy and quickly took form.

Bears, snakes, wolves, women, giants, and other shapes—the thick mist rapidly transformed into various creatures.

In the next second, these creatures roared, clashing and biting with the incoming sixteen Jacks.

"Oh, what's this? Amazing! This is so cool!"

Caught off guard, one of Jack's bodies exclaimed in astonishment while fighting back.

"Familiars based on mist? Could they be like the earthbound spirits of London? Haha, this is awesome!"

"They're not familiars... They're Jinniya..." Zealot said displeasedly, her brow twitching.

'Unfeeling Patrolling Spirits' was one of the eighteen Zabaniya that Zealot had mastered, which could summon creatures known as 'Jinniya'.

'Jinniya', also known as 'Djinn' or 'Genie', were 'Spirits' from the Arabian region, rational and shape-shifting entities mostly composed of fire and air. It was possible that the famous lamp that could grant three wishes was likely to be a legendary high-ranked Jinniya.

In this way, the small war continued on top of the high-rise building.

As time passed, the situation gradually became clear—Zealot and her Jinniya eventually suppressed Jack, tearing his bodies apart one by one.

"No way... if this continues, I'm going to lose. If I lose, Master will probably laugh at me when I get back."

One of Jack's bodies stood on the water tower at the top of the building, scratching his cheek while observing the battlefield.

If one looked closely, it was clear that rather than Jack being at a disadvantage against Zealot, he actually wasn't taking the fight seriously at all.

After all, Jack, who always appeared slacking off had a magical energy far surpassing the combined total of the other fifteen bodies.

Whenever one of his bodies was taken out, he would use his magical energy to summon another one, maintaining the number of his bodies.

"Hmm, time to get serious for a bit then..." Jack suddenly revealed a chilling smile.

In an instant, every body of Jack still fighting Zealot and her Jinniya vanished without a trace.

"What?"

With the disappearance of Jack's multiple bodies, only a girl remained in front of Zealot.

With a childish face and short silver hair, the little girl stood alone, gazing calmly at Zealot. Her petite body and slender wrists made anyone who saw her feel an urge to protect her.

Surprisingly, the little girl wore a provocative outfit that revealed a lot of her skin, appearing as shameless as the one-piece swimsuit Zealot had worn as ordered by Ragna before.

"...What are you playing at, Berserker?" Zealot asked, her eyes staring at the little girl in incredulity.

"Sorry... I've tried so many times, but whenever I transform into this form, I always end up dressed like this."

With a helpless voice, the girl-shaped Jack drew two short daggers from her waist, holding them in reverse grips.

"However, I'd advise you not to underestimate this form."

As soon as Jack finished saying that, a thick mist enveloped the surroundings, obscuring Zealot's vision.

"Well, it's time to dissect."