"You... you've gone mad...!?"
The one who shouted those words was none other than Gord.
"You're actually talking about storming the enemy's headquarters. You can't seriously mean that, can you?"
Gord could not help stepping forward and glaring at Fang Li.
Rather than looking fierce, he looked more like he had been frightened.
But the others were not much better.
"True, your Servant's parameters are not weak, but a Servant's strength is not determined entirely by the height of those parameters." Sereine licked her lips and said with something like a cold smile, "Charging into the enemy's headquarters is no different from seeking death. Do you really intend to do it?"
It was not just Gord and Sereine.
Though Fiore and Roche both remained silent, it was obvious that neither had taken Fang Li's words seriously.
The Servants' reactions were even clearer. Aside from Rider, who still seemed shocked, Saber, Archer, and Caster likewise remained silent.
As a result, among everyone present, only two people frowned at the situation.
One was Darnic.
Seeing Fang Li's calm demeanor, Darnic somehow had a premonition that he was not joking.
The other was Vlad III.
As though he had put away his earlier gratitude, Vlad III furrowed his brow and stared in their direction.
An invisible pressure spread through the room.
Before everyone's eyes, Fang Li acted as though he had noticed nothing and asked Minamoto no Yorimitsu a question.
"With your strength, can you handle seven Servants at once?"
It was an utterly absurd question.
While Servants varied in strength—some powerful enough to slay Gods, while weaker ones could even be inferior to humans—as long as the Three Knight Classes were among the seven classes, they could not all be weak.
And anyone could imagine what the outcome would be if one