In truth, Darnic had already attached great importance to this unexpected Provisional Master.
To deal with someone who was not even a Magus, he had dispatched five Combat-Specialized Homunculi capable of matching outstanding Magi, along with five Golems that could last one or two exchanges against a Servant.
No matter how one looked at it, that was excessive.
If the other party had truly been an ordinary person, a single Homunculus would have been enough. There had been no need to send so much force.
But considering the anomaly that had allowed him to be chosen by the Greater Holy Grail, Darnic had cautiously dispatched sufficient manpower.
Who would have thought that the sight unfolding before him would be enough to astonish any Magus?
It happened in an instant.
The five Homunculi brandished their spears, darted before their target, and unleashed fierce thrusts.
The Golems likewise raised their heavy fists high and smashed them down at the tiny human below.
Spearpoints flashed like shadows through the darkness.
Fists fell like mountains, carrying howling force.
Faced with this two-pronged pincer attack from ten assailants, let alone an ordinary person, even a seasoned Magus who only reacted at this point would not have time to cast magecraft, much less chant a spell.
Yet in Darnic's eyes, the man displayed in the crystal ball merely moved.
That movement possessed none of the physical ability that would frighten combat specialists.
That movement possessed none of the powerful mystery that would shock Magi.
And yet, with an exceptionally fluid motion, the man swept toward his surroundings.
In his hand, he held a crescent-shaped dagger, which he swung at the Homunculi and Golems one after another.
It was not fast.
It was not powerful.
When he first saw it, Darnic paid it no mind.
But Darnic