"Impressive. If my teacher saw you, he'd definitely want to take you as his disciple."
As he spoke, Cú Chulainn continued inscribing Runes.
Next came Algiz.
"Luck?" White continued. "Your luck really isn't that great. This is probably meant to make up for it, right?"
Gáe Bolg couldn't overcome Artoria's luck.
The difference in their luck was simply too great.
But there was a way to compensate for it. Among Rune Magecraft, Algiz represented luck.
Dark green Rune light rose from the spear's shaft, forming a translucent protective field around him.
"Hmm... So it doesn't simply improve fortune. It's a blessing that enhances your perception of danger?"
White continued.
"Tch. You saw through all of it." Cú Chulainn complained. "Honestly, if you weren't from this era, I'd probably think you were my teacher's disciple."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"Then this is enough—here I come, Saber!"
Artoria watched him finish all of that without interrupting.
Cú Chulainn gripped Gáe Bolg and charged at Artoria.
The red magic spear slashed down diagonally from the upper right, its blade tearing through the air as it came for Artoria.
Artoria swept her Holy Spear upward from below.
"Bang!"
The Holy Spear directly knocked the magic spear off its trajectory.
"Tch—"
Though it had been enhanced considerably, Gáe Bolg itself was still inferior to the Holy Spear.
And Artoria's Strength was A, while Cú Chulainn's was B.
"Then how about this?!"
The instant the magic spear was knocked away, Cú Chulainn used the rebound to spin.
Using his right foot as a pivot, he swept his left leg toward Artoria's side.
At the same time, his hands did not remain idle. Cú Chulainn immediately pulled back Gáe Bolg, changing the slash into a thrust. The magic spear shot toward Artoria's throat.
Artoria turned sideways