Two Fools

Caster revealed a spell mark emanating a dangerous aura, aiming it at everyone—and at Fujimura Taiga.

Shirou Emiya tensed up once more and could not help looking at Rimuru again. Rin tugged at his sleeve again, and Rimuru understood that everyone was hoping he would either save her or state his position.

At this point, Rimuru knew he could not remain silent any longer. "You're the one who hasn't figured out the situation, Caster."

Rimuru raised his head. "Even if you obtain Saber, so what?"

"You came before me. Did you really think you could leave unharmed?"

"Even with a hostage, the only person you can threaten is that half-baked fool over there. If he hadn't defected to your side, I might have held back because of him. But if he has defected to you..."

Rimuru raised his head and threatened her in return. "Do you think you can still leave?"

"Heh..." Such a threat was clearly already within the witch's expectations. She chuckled, wearing an expression that said just as I thought. "You needn't worry about that, Archer!"

"This space was created by my magecraft. Naturally, I have my own assurances."

"Is that so?" Rimuru glanced around and said flatly, "By assurances, do you mean not even daring to show your real body, hiding in the shadows to watch, then sending a clone to poach my people?"

"That's far too insincere, isn't it, Caster?"

Caster froze. She had not expected him to see through her at a glance. Clenching her teeth unconsciously, she snapped, "Tch, stop putting on airs, Archer!"

"So what if you know everything? Can you stop me?"

Caster reached out and pressed a finger against Fujimura Taiga's neck, sneering. "The instant you try, I can make sure she dies."

"Sure, go ahead and try." Rimuru laughed