This place was extremely dangerous. One wrong move, and they might die without even a place to be buried.
The two of them normally would never have come here, but Kischur seemed to be trying to confirm something.
And now, Kischur had finally confirmed it.
"Let's go."
Kischur said nothing else.
He merely stared for a long while, as though he had confirmed what he suspected.
Then, Kischur prepared to take Waver away.
Waver looked completely baffled, but he could only follow Kischur.
The two of them continued toward Shinto.
Although they had not seen any other mages, Kischur was certain that some mage had intervened.
And they were most likely hostile.
Kischur did not know whether the Mage's Association would compromise.
But with the Root so close at hand, would mages risk everything... The answer was probably self-evident.
"So, Teacher Kischur, weren't we supposed to stop those mages? Why are we wandering around here instead?" Waver asked, confused.
"Obviously, I'm setting up a barrier, idiot. Have you not even figured out the basic rules of magical combat?" Kischur was speechless.
"But there are Servants and demons here. Does this kind of barrier really mean anything?" Waver still tried to save face.
"Then just make it a barrier targeted at mages. And mainly one for detection. Dealing with Servants is troublesome, but against ordinary mages, my Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid is more than enough."
Kischur might not have been a qualified Master on the battlefield of the Holy Grail War.
But in a contest purely on the level of magecraft, Kischur was highly professional.
Waver trusted Kischur completely in that regard.
—His teacher was one of the Clock Tower's Twelve Lords. There was no way he could lose to an ordinary mage...
No, wait.
"What if the enemy is also