[What kind of wild nonsense is that?]
[Fuck, why does that line sound so wrong?]
[As everyone knows, bench vises...]
[So excess mana has to be released too?]
[Doesn't that mean you can just release it whenever you want?]
[It's not that simple. This isn't jelly, 233.]
[I need to skip ahead to the mana replenishment right now.]
[Will there be new mana replenishment scenes, 233?]
Mana could not simply be released at will. What was more, Bai's mana was now vastly different from that of a "human."
If he truly did that, the entire surrounding area would probably be affected.
What the two of them were doing was not merely holding hands.
More precisely, Bai was deepening the connection between himself and Artoria.
Bai's mana would continuously regenerate, and it needed a powerful engine to consume it bit by bit.
That had been the source of Artoria's earlier hesitation. She could endure Morgan's mana temporarily, but being constantly bathed in an endless supply of mana was another matter.
But since she had already made up her mind, she could only endure it now.
The "channel" for Mana Transfer gradually strengthened.
Yet the excessive mana also made Artoria feel her body heating up.
—There was no mistake. This was not human mana.
Artoria had already sensed it. This was not human mana, but the same kind of mana possessed by her "elder sister."
But was that possible? Could mana from the Age of Gods truly appear in someone living in this era?
Could he really be some sort of descendant of Morgan?
Hard to say.
If it was Emiya Kiritsugu, he really might have been able to pull off something like that.
"Are you all right, Saber?" Bai asked.
"Mm. If anything, my mana has grown stronger, so it will