040, Heroic King, Gilgamesh?!

After Caster spread her arms, the hood behind her unfolded to reveal an eerie interior like butterfly wings. Magical energy occasionally surged through it. Clearly, it was a Conceptual Dress with special abilities, similar to the Shroud of Saint worn by Red Archer.

What ability could it have been? Flight?

It had to be said, if Medea's flight did not come from that outfit, and she could truly maintain flight while casting such a high-level Magic Cannon, then even Rimuru had to admit that was seriously impressive.

In Type-Moon, flight was far from a simple ability. Even the most basic sky-element magecraft required more than three sections. It did not consume much magical energy, but it was an extremely complex spell.

That was why, for Servants, whether Rider mounts such as Astolfo's Griffin, the Great Emperor's Bull of Heaven, and Medusa's Pegasus could engage in aerial combat was an important measure of combat strength.

And if he remembered correctly... throughout the entire Fifth Holy Grail War, aside from Gilgamesh, only Rider could summon Pegasus and float in the air. Archer was the only class with anti-air capabilities. In other words, as long as she avoided those two, or those two classes were wiped out, Medea could already stand undefeated simply by flying through the air.

Of course, that was only in theory. There were plenty of spells that could restrict flight, but that was beside the point for now.

So why was Rimuru thinking about this?

Because he was currently figuring out how to shoot Caster down.

He felt that this Caster might have gotten cocky, or rather... she had underestimated him.

She thought suppressing him with a Magic Cannon would be enough.

What a joke.

Rimuru glanced at Caster, who remained suspended in the air while continuously sweeping him