Yet what Scathach could see was only what she was capable of seeing. Just as people could only see what was on the surface of the water and could not directly see what lay beneath it.
"Master, who is this?"
Scathach's voice carried a hint of curiosity and scrutiny. She rarely took such a strong interest in someone. In her eyes, Chang Wei was like a mystery, a complex existence unlike any she had ever seen.
Was he human? No, he seemed to possess power beyond that of humanity.
Was he undead? No, his aura was brimming with vitality.
Was he a Heroic Spirit? No, his existence seemed even more mysterious than that of a Heroic Spirit.
Was he a god? No, he lacked the aura of a god as well.
Scathach's brows furrowed slightly, her heart filled with doubt.
She had never seen such a complex existence before. It was as though Chang Wei possessed the traits of every kind of being, yet at the same time, he was none of them. This contradictory existence left her both surprised and curious.
She began carefully observing Chang Wei, trying to find more clues on him. Her gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing through his outward appearance as she tried to reach into his heart.
Yet no matter how hard she tried, she could not completely see Chang Wei's true face.
"He... is very special."
Scathach finally spoke, her voice carrying a rare seriousness.
"He is my Master."
Medea answered, assuming that by special, Scathach meant Chang Wei's magical energy and origins.
Scathach nodded in understanding and said nothing further.
"Medea, although your Magecraft Workshop has already reached Temple-class standards, it still falls short when facing attacks from powerful Servants and Noble Phantasms."
Chang Wei spoke in a steady tone,