Type-Moon, but the Servant is Tom

Looking at the intact structure of the Tohsaka mansion in front of him, Bai Song couldn't help but get closer. When he was scouting around yesterday, he kept his distance, so he didn't get a close look at the details. Now he realized that the Matou Family seemed to have been bombed or something like that.

However... judging by appearances, it shouldn't have happened in the past few days. After all, there is grass growing on the ruins. It would take more than a few days for it to look like this. It must have been some time ago.

"Excuse me, what happened here?" Just then, someone passing by with breakfast caught Bai Song's attention. Judging by the looks of it, this person should be a local, so Bai Song quickly caught up and tried to inquire about what had happened here.

In the meantime, Jerry promptly burrowed into Bai Song's clothes from the collar. This was what Bai Song had instructed earlier—to hide when someone gets too close. Jerry, thinking it had figured out the reason, decisively hid itself. After all, a rat crossing the street would be met with disdain.

In reality, there shouldn't be a problem carrying a pet rat, but it would obviously attract attention. It was necessary to avoid such situations. They had just experienced a disastrous chase by the police, so it was crucial to minimize the risk of being discovered!

"Are you a traveler?" The person with breakfast looked Bai Song up and down, feeling a strange familiarity but didn't dwell on it, casually asking.

Bai Song nodded and vaguely evaded, "Sort of."

"As for this old house, there was a gas explosion about a year ago, and it was even on TV. Moreover, an old man who lived alone in this house was killed in the explosion," the breakfast man recalled and continued, "I was at home playing games at that time, and there were several explosions. It was really terrifying."

Upon hearing this, Bai Song's mouth almost curled up in a smile. But realizing that it might seem out of place to someone unaware of the situation, he forcibly suppressed the amusement and said, "I see, thank you for your help."

"No problem." After saying that, the breakfast man left.

However... just a few steps away, the breakfast man turned back and looked at Bai Song again, finally realizing what was wrong.

"Strange, this outfit... I think I have the same one?"

"Fortunately, I didn't wear it out, or we would have ended up twinning," the breakfast man muttered to himself. He leisurely continued on his way home, carrying his breakfast.

However, for some reason, he felt that the burden of the plastic bag he was holding had become lighter.

"The old bugger is actually dead?" With a mix of shock and excitement, he looked towards the ruins of the Matou Family. Bai Song had only one thought about this matter: 'It's time to celebrate!'

Bai Song didn't believe even the slightest bit that the so-called death caused by a gas explosion. It would truly be a strange occurrence if that immortal bugger could be killed by a gas explosion. Moreover, using a gas explosion as the standard explanation for the ruins seemed like an attempt to cover up the supernatural events exposed to the public.

It was probably some magician or even the Clock Tower who came and killed the old bugger, and then used the gas explosion as a cover-up.

However, Bai Song wasn't clear about the specifics. After all, apart from Ryunosuke and Waver, he hadn't seen any familiar faces in this Holy Grail War. He even wondered if he had really ended up in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

Setting aside these thoughts, overall, it was undoubtedly good news. With the old bugger gone, one less problem to worry about.

This was truly the best news Bai Song had received since coming to this world. If there was something even better, Bai Song would undoubtedly hope for finding money. Unfortunately, until now, he hadn't found a single cent and continued to live in poverty.

After the person had walked far away, Jerry emerged from Bai Song's clothes again, holding half a rice ball that it had somehow found, and started eating it.

The bite mark on the rice ball was undoubtedly Tom's doing. Bai Song estimated that the two of them had just been eating rice balls in his clothes.

Just as Bai Song shifted his gaze away from Jerry, who was happily eating the rice ball on his shoulder, he suddenly thought of something and quickly turned to look at Jerry.

"...Wait a minute, I don't remember buying a rice ball."

Sensing Bai Song's gaze on it, Jerry suddenly trembled all over. It promptly stuffed the entire rice ball into its mouth, chewed a few times, and then swallowed it in one gulp. It finished with a contented burp, "Burp~."

"Jerry, where did you get this rice ball?" Bai Song placed his finger near Jerry's mouth and gently pushed the grain of rice into its mouth.

Upon hearing Bai Song's words, Jerry unsteadily stood up from Bai Song's shoulder, turned around, and extended its right hand, pointing towards the person who had already walked away. The meaning was quite clear.

"Well, luckily they didn't notice," Bai Song slapped his forehead with his left hand, realizing that he had gone a bit too far. He had asked someone a question and ended up stealing their breakfast. It was a bit of a tit-for-tat situation, to say the least.

Jerry really didn't care about human affairs, huh... Oh, right, it wasn't originally a human, was it?

Bai Song glanced back, confirming that the breakfast man hadn't noticed that his breakfast had been snatched by Jerry. Without delay, Bai Song quickly walked away from the scene.

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At this moment, the conversation between Kiritsugu and Fujimaru Ritsuka was coming to an end.

"Is there really such a Servant?" Gudako looked at the footage of Tom's battle on Kiritsugu's phone and casually asked Mashu, "Mashu, what kind of Servant is this?"

"Well... no, senpai, how do you have knowledge about this cat-like Servant that I know?" Mashu's face was full of question marks as she listened to Gudako's earnest inquiry.

Gudako looked at Mashu with a sense of certainty and said, "You're the one who can recite history books and biographies of famous people flawlessly. This peculiar cat, I'm sure you can make an association and figure out who it is, right?"

"While that's true, it doesn't work that way in reality, senpai!" Although Mashu wanted to sarcastically comment, she managed to hold back.

Servants are illogical. For example, a British tribal leader, a Roman emperor, a French heroine, and a samurai from Japan's Bakumatsu period. Can you tell them apart just by their appearances? They all look exactly the same.

"Well... it's troublesome~ The only thing I know about cats is Schrödinger's cat," Gudako replied, holding her head with both hands, acting all lazy.

"It actually seems possible!" Mashu's eyes lit up upon hearing Gudako's words, as if she had already seen the truth.

Kiritsugu, who was showing them the video on his phone, heard this and felt that there might be some truth to it. Although his face showed no expression, deep down he firmly registered this possibility.

Gudako looked at the unidentified Bai Song who had been hiding in the background in the video and pointed at him with her finger, saying offhandedly, "So, this guy is Schrödinger, huh?"