A/N: I forgot that I didn't put MHX's servant profile, oops, here you go.
Class: Assassin (Self-Proclaimed "Definitive Saber")
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Attribute: Star / Human
Parameters:
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: A+
Magic: C
Luck: D
Noble Phantasm: A++
Class Skills:
Presence Concealment (A): Can completely erase presence as a Servant. However, this rank drops considerably when she openly declares her Saber-hunting mission or draws Secretcalibur in an obvious manner.
Riding (EX): Can pilot anything from the Servant Universe, including her Dun Stallion MkII starship. In the LOTM world, this translates to instant mastery of any vehicle she encounters, steam-powered or otherwise.
Personal Skills:
Cosmo Reactor (A): A reactor core from the Servant Universe that generates cosmic energy. Provides independent action and unlimited energy for extended operations. In Backlund, this appears as an inexhaustible mana supply that doesn't draw from ley lines or spiritual sources—making her undetectable by normal Beyonder detection methods.
Instinct (A): Refined battle instinct that allows for optimal action selection in combat. Can sense incoming danger and automatically position herself for counterattacks. Enhanced against Saber-class or sword-wielding opponents to A+ rank.
Saber Elimination (EX): A unique skill representing her obsessive mission. Deals bonus conceptual damage to any target classified as "Saber-adjacent"—this includes Warrior Pathway Beyonders, Hunter Pathway combatants, or anyone wielding sword-based abilities. The skill's effectiveness increases proportionally to how much the target resembles a "Saber."
Noble Phantasm:
Secret-Calibur (The Sword of Unsigned Victory That Saves The World)
Rank: A++ (EX against Sabers)
Type: Anti-Unit / Anti-Saber
Range: 1~50
Maximum Targets: 1 (focused) / 100 (wide-area beam)
A holy sword modified with technology from the Servant Universe, specifically designed to annihilate Saber-class existences. While it resembles Excalibur, it has been fundamentally altered to counter and destroy anything associated with the "Saber" concept.
In focused mode, it fires a concentrated beam of cosmic energy that specifically targets and unravels the spiritual foundation of Saber-type entities. Against non-Sabers, it functions as an extremely powerful but otherwise normal energy blast.
In wide-area mode, it releases a sweeping wave of anti-Saber energy—however, this mode is extraordinarily conspicuous and would immediately alert every Church in Backlund to supernatural activity.
Special Property (LOTM World): Because the concept of "Saber-class Servant" doesn't exist in this world, Secretcalibur's effectiveness has adapted. It now treats anyone who embodies "knightly ideals," "sword mastery," or "warrior's honor" as Saber-adjacent, making it particularly effective against Warrior and Hunter Pathway Beyonders at Sequence 7 and above.
A/N: I think placing extra information on Servants is better, and since it is the LOTM world, their abilities will obviously change. Also, should Chara have this kind of profile too?
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The night in Backlund was cold and slightly foggy. The mist flowed as if it was possessed or infected by a strange energy that no mortals could feel, and the crimson moon in the sky painted the streets, making the fog look all the more eerie.
But even in those conditions, a beast will still hunt.
MHX, Chara, and Jack were using Jack's Presence Concealment to get by the people, and even though hers and MHX's were basically the same, it was better for Jack to do it because she was the most familiar with the fog.
Chara held the Real Knife idly in his arms, and even though he was going to kill quite a few people with it, he didn't look particularly tense.
They were criminals comparable to monsters, and monsters like those didn't deserve mercy—only the qualification to become dust.
Don't get it wrong though, Chara was selfish and not a saint. He might save anyone who was being treated unfairly or severely hurt if they were in his proximity, but he would not make it his mission to save everyone—unless, of course, they were a friend or one of his summoned servants.
After they walked for a while, they arrived at East Borough, and Jack was silent. She walked in the front with an unhurried pace, and her eyes gazed around as if recognizing the atmosphere.
Was it nostalgia? Even Jack herself did not know, but she does know the aura of despair and hopelessness and also the conditions of a place like this... Prostitutes selling themselves, sometimes even their children because they were too careless and couldn't take care of them. Serial killers running rampant because there was no law to keep them in check... and of course, the malignant evil that happens in all places ignored by the so-called 'righteous' ones.
It reminded her of Whitechapel, but she knew that this was not Whitechapel—it was another place that looked far worse than Whitechapel. Indeed, she could feel herself on the brink of madness because of it, almost wondering if she should let her mind wander and turn into a dangerous berserker.
As a creature of the fog, it was not all that hard to assimilate such suffering into herself—she had that capacity to do it... but she had a new Master now, and she didn't want to lose herself.
She curled her lips into a smile. She didn't want to disappoint her Mommy.
Chara noticed Jack's mental stability reaching dangerous levels, but just as he was about to act, it returned to normal. He didn't say anything about it and decided to begin their actions.
"I don't know where the Zmanger group is, but they shouldn't be far from here. They are probably within an abandoned factory," he said as he looked around the slums. "But luckily, I could use the Eye of the Primordial to track them through their mental stability, which I will guess to be at 40% or lower."
"How should we dispose of them—complete disintegration or mutilation?" X asked, her arms practically itching to use her Secretcalibur.
Chara rolled his eyes. "None of them are good people. You can use any method to kill them except using your Noble Phantasm."
MHX pouted but complied. If the Master says so, she won't use her Secretcalibur—it really was a shame."Ok."
Chara gave her a long stare before breaking off and looking around. His eyes glowed red as the health and mental stability of anyone in front of him began to show.
At a building near him, a woman and her children were huddled up in a single room taking a nap. Their mental stability and health were around 64% and 50%. Clearly, the fog was causing a lot of health issues.
Near an alleyway was a drunkard with, ironically, an 80% mental stability. Maybe because he was not aware of his surroundings was the reason why he had such good mental health—a drunkard has no reason to worry about anything when they are drunk, after all. They only worry when they are sober.
Finally, in a building a few paces away from them were ten to twenty people who all had their mental stability between 50% to 30% and their health at 67 to 69%.
Out of the twenty or so people, only three had a hundred percent health bar but had half their mental stability, making them practically Beyonders.
Chara deactivated the Eye of the Primordial and pointed at the building. "There are twenty or so people in there who could be members of the Zmanger gang, but some of them could also be kidnapped humans. Jack, I need you to free the humans and kill the ones guarding them while me and MHX go and slaughter the rest. I'm counting on you."
Jack's form rippled at the edges, the mist around her feet pulsing with something that wasn't quite eagerness and wasn't quite hunger—something older, colder, and far more patient.
"Mommy wants me to save the warm ones?" she asked, tilting her head. Her voice carried that particular quality of a child asking for clarification on instructions they'd already understood perfectly. "And make the cold ones... disappear?"
"Exactly," Chara confirmed. "The ones with lower mental stability who aren't restrained—those are likely gang members. Anyone locked up, tied down, or showing signs of captivity gets escorted out safely. Can you tell the difference?"
Jack's smile was a knife edge wrapped in innocence. "We can always tell who's been hurt and who does the hurting, Mommy. The hurt ones smell like us."
She didn't wait for further instruction. The fog simply claimed her, and she was gone—not invisible, but absent, as though she had never occupied that particular slice of reality to begin with.
Chara's Eye of the Primordial could still track her as a jagged shimmer of red moving through the walls of the building like water through cracks.
MHX adjusted her grip on the cloth-wrapped Secretcalibur. "Master, permission to ask a tactical question?"
"Go ahead."
"If we encounter a Beyonder—one of the three with full health bars—and they demonstrate sword-based abilities, may I classify them as Saber-adjacent and respond accordingly?"
Chara gave her a flat look. "You're asking if you can go all-out on someone with a sword."
"I'm asking if the parameters of engagement permit optimal force allocation against priority targets exhibiting Saber-like characteristics," MHX corrected with the straightest face Chara had ever seen.
"...If they're Sequence 9 or Sequence 8 and they pull a blade on you, yes. But keep it quiet. No beams of light that can be seen from orbit."
"Acknowledged." MHX's expression didn't change, but her Mental Stability ticked up three points. Apparently, permission to Saber-hunt was therapeutic.
Shaking his head, Chara entered the factory through the front door, MHX following close behind.
On the second floor of the factory, Jack hid within the fog, surveying the filthy environment.
A few men sat playing cards at a table. One man picked his teeth with a knife while he played, and the other concentrated intensely, as if losing would cost him his wife or an unreasonable sum of money.
Beside them, several captives—mostly children and women—were bound and gagged. Their eyes reflected the horror and suffering they'd endured at the hands of these animals. Perhaps only the cruel gods of this world knew what had happened, though more likely, none of them would deign to look.
The gods of this world were not benevolent. In fact, none of them were truly good. Mortals in this world were just simply... ants with no queen to guide them.
Jack didn't hesitate. She pulled out her surgical knives from under her cloak and then walked behind one of them, slashing clean through their neck.
For a moment, the man picking his teeth with the knife stilled, before a thin red line appeared around his neck.
In the next second, his head fell onto the table, rolling towards the other man like a bowling ball, and then the severed head erupted into a fountain of blood before falling onto the table, staining it in a pool of blood and painting the playing cards red.
Before the second guard could react, two surgical blades erupted from his chest, shredding both heart and lungs in a single strike. Jack had already moved behind him in the time it took the first person to fall.
The aim of doing so was to spread the legend of Jack The Ripper as a Saviour to these poor people along with her master
She pulled out the blades and flicked them to get rid of the blood, then turned to look at the captives. As an assassin, she of course wouldn't reveal herself normally, but she had to leave a good impression on these captives—though she would use Information Erasure to make them forget her face, gender, and age.
The aim of doing so was to spread the legend of Jack the Ripper as a savior to these poor people, along with her Master.
Jack stepped forward, the mist parting just enough for the huddled captives to see a small, indistinct figure backlit by the dim gaslight filtering through the broken factory windows. They couldn't make out details—not her age, not her features, not even whether she was male or female. Just a silhouette wrapped in fog, holding blades that gleamed with something other than lamplight.
"You're safe now," Jack said softly, her voice carrying that strange, multilayered quality—like multiple children speaking at once from different corners of an empty room. "The cold ones can't hurt you anymore."
A woman—maybe in her late twenties, collar marks raw around her neck—stared at the shadowy figure with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Who... who are you?"
Jack tilted her head, considering the question with the gravity of someone who had been asked this many times across many lifetimes and had never quite settled on a single answer.
"We are the mist," she said simply. "We are the ones who remember. When the warm ones are hurt, we come. When the cold ones prey..." Her surgical knives caught the light for just a fraction of a second. "We make them stop."
The Information Erasure skill activated silently, a subtle spiritual pressure that settled over the room like a blanket of static. The captives would remember being saved. They would remember the fog, the voice, the sense of protection. But the face? The gender? The age? Those details would blur and fade the moment they tried to recall them, slipping away like water through cupped hands.
"Go to the south exit," Jack instructed, pointing with one blade toward the corridor she'd already cleared. "Don't look back. Don't stop. When people ask who saved you..." A pause, and that innocent, terrible smile. "Tell them Jack the Ripper protects the children of the fog."
The captives hesitated for only a moment—survival instinct warring with disbelief—before they scrambled to their feet and fled toward freedom, casting backward glances at the figure who remained perfectly still in the mist.
Jack watched them go, her expression unreadable.
Mommy will be proud, she thought. We saved the warm ones. We stopped the cold ones. We did good.
The mist swirled around her feet, and she dissolved back into it, moving toward the next room where three more captives waited and two more guards breathed their last, unaware that their final moments had already been decided.
But jack would soon learn that appearing as an unknown entity would spark the flame of hope within the people of east Borough and a group known as "The Children Of The Mist" would be formed with a weeks time.