"Dead...?"
Jeanne's expression stiffened slightly.
"Fang Li? Who's that?"
Mordred, as though she had no idea what was going on, asked such a question.
However, neither Jeanne nor Semiramis paid Mordred any attention.
"Snap!"
Semiramis merely snapped her fingers.
The next second, a projection screen appeared in midair.
Displayed on the screen was an extremely vast hall within the temple.
Yet visibility inside that hall was remarkably poor.
Purple-black mist completely enveloped the space within the hall.
The mist was so dense that it obscured the entire area, turning it into something like a swamp and giving off a nauseating sense of sticky thickness.
Displaying this scene, Semiramis spoke to Jeanne in a cheerful voice.
"As you can see, that place has been taken over by poison so potent that even I fear it. In toxicity like this, let alone a human, even a Servant would be dissolved until not even bones remained. There has been no movement from there for some time now. Given that, I can think of no other possibility besides that man being dead."
Semiramis's words made Jeanne realize something.
Until just now, Fang Li had remained within that poison-filled space, right up until all movement within it had ceased.
"I have already sealed off that space. After all, the poison has become so concentrated that even space itself seems contaminated. If I let it continue unchecked, I fear it will eventually poison the entire Floating Garden to death."
With a seductive smile, Semiramis spoke at length, as though she intended to savor Jeanne's reaction.
"Still, for that man to have fought to such an extent against Bašmu's Poison is already quite impressive. That achievement surpasses most Heroic Spirits and deserves praise, don't you think?"
Yet Semiramis's tone was full of mockery.
Clearly, Semiramis was merely