At that point, Hansa stopped speaking.
He had spotted a small human figure standing atop a building a short distance away from the uproar.
“Is that . . .?”
That figure . . . was familiar.
Hansa immediately fished where he had seen it before out of the sea of his memories.
In the hallway of the hotel he had leapt into in pursuit of a hematophage after the incident at the police station.
That’s where “he” had been.
It was the boy who was supposed to have been attacked in passing by that monster—the hematophage Jester Karture.
“. . . He got me.”
The corners of Hansa’s mouth curled upward even as he followed the figure with an angry glare.
If he had been using the type of farseeing magecraft that operated directly on its target’s space, the figure would have noticed that he was watching.
At present, however, Hansa was only using his artificial eye to directly enhance his vision.
In a sense, it was like he was just looking through binoculars . . . as he observed the boy-shaped thing happily watching the conflict in the city.
He could not tell whether it was controlling the giant beast.
But he was certain at least that the hematophage was involved in the current situation.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 6, Chapter 18 ("As Dream and Reality are Both Illusion I")