Ex-Machina in Dimensional Travel

Facing the second incoming attack, the device above Number Seven's head flashed for an instant.

"Searching: Astolfo, one of the Twelve Paladins of Charlemagne, son of King Odo of England, and also the Black faction's Rider in this Holy Grail War. Noble Phantasm..."

Number Seven dodged Rider's attack again, rattling off the other's information as though he knew it by heart while evading.

Yet rather than being alarmed by having his identity exposed, the Black Rider named Astolfo seemed rather excited, which was truly baffling.

"Huh? You recognized me right away?"

Having learned from the previous lesson, Rider no longer overcommitted after Number Seven dodged his attacks, charging too far into enemy territory and getting surrounded.

His voice was full of excitement, and he did not consider at all why the other side knew his information.

"Does that mean I'm famous enough to be recognized just by my face?"

Number Seven did not answer Rider. He merely continued to evade his attacks, while the device above his head grew brighter with time.

At that moment, the beautiful melody that had filled the corridor suddenly shifted in style. Powerful, explosive rhythms instantly replaced the previous gentle tune.

Before Rider could figure out what had happened, the hand that had been thrusting his weapon at his opponent was suddenly seized by the wrist. Number Seven deliberately pulled him closer, rapidly shortening the distance between them.

Not good!

By the time Rider realized the danger and tried to pull his arm free, it was already too late.

—Rondo—

In an instant, a powerful wave of sound radiated outward from Number Seven, sweeping over Rider's body and everyone in the corridor.

Bang!!!!

Taking a leave first.

I forgot to mention it yesterday. I've had some things to deal with these past two days,