You're as tragic and pitiful as Saber!

"You really have a lot of trump cards..." Red Fox said grimly, slowly moving his hand away from his shoulder. Once the wound Karna had pierced with his scythe ignited with pure energy, wisps of black mist were burned away and purified, and the wound began to heal.

"Is that so? Listen to yourself... I haven't even used my trump cards yet." Rimuru casually glanced toward Caster. Green magecraft activated once more, and Medea, whose back had been thoroughly pierced through and whose chest had been slashed open, was once again surrounded by abundant life force—clearly, within her opponent's magecraft workshop, the advantage was far from ordinary.

"Even being able to command Medusa through bloodline rank is merely an unexpected bonus." The Saint Marks on Rider's hand faintly glowed, and she immediately let out a pained moan. "Things are looking a little bad now, Red Fox."

With one side gaining and the other losing, Red Fox and Rimuru's original four-on-four had suddenly become two against five. Though Caster could recover, Rimuru clearly would not give her that chance—

"Well, I can give you a reminder. The authority level of Command Seals is higher than my decree."

The essence of Command Seals was a contract between Alaya and Heroic Spirits, while Rimuru's decree depended on his own strength. It was only natural that Sequence 6 could not shake the power of a contract.

"So, as long as Rider's Master uses a Command Seal to issue an order, she can temporarily ignore my control—"

"But... Rider's Master doesn't seem to be here, does he?" Rimuru chuckled. "Even if you have a way to block my perception, judging from your earlier behavior, you seem quite afraid that I'll go all out against the Master and Sakura. Well, you really needn't worry about that."