The Ex-Machina on a Dimensional Journey

As for the other Masters, well, after Number One displayed overwhelming strength, those who had awakened sensed the gap between them and behaved themselves.

Some tried to summon their Servants with Command Spells to save them. As Ruler, Joan could clearly sense what they were doing.

But without exception, nothing happened. They had simply wasted a Command Spell.

This was a special space separate from their original world. Without that person's permission, no one could enter. Their connection to their Servants had been completely severed, apart from the supply of magical energy.

So at that moment, Joan alone kept trying to talk Xiu Er around. It was her only hope, and everyone else's.

"Is your goal the Noble Phantasms of the Servants in this Holy Grail War?"

"But why are you making counterfeit Noble Phantasms?"

"Why..."

How could they make counterfeit Noble Phantasms so easily?

To Joan, it was extraordinary that her opponent could casually work some unknown energy into a counterfeit Noble Phantasm.

The questions she had raised were also the ones the Masters present cared about most.

They, too, were astonished that Xiu Er could create counterfeit Noble Phantasms with such ease.

Gord, however, looked particularly grim. Among the counterfeits Number One had made, he had spotted a weapon identical to his Servant Saber's.

Remembering how his opponent had forced him to order Saber to release her Noble Phantasm, he finally understood why.

Joan never got to say the rest. The moment she called out her first question, her opponent looked her way.

No longer was it the infuriating indifference of before. This stare pressed down on her.

By the time she spoke her second question, Number One had risen and come to stand over her, looking down at Joan on the ground.

Faced with Number One's sudden