"With such remarkable martial skill, are you really a Caster and not a Rider or Assassin?"
Honestly, if it were possible, Lancer would rather Yoru Machi had been a Rider or Assassin.
Because whether he was a Rider or Assassin, at least that would prove Yoru Machi was still a warrior with extraordinary martial prowess and physical abilities—something that was not entirely impossible to accept.
But if he was a Caster, then a mage beating the other warrior-type Servants like they were nothing was really...
"I am a genuine Caster, and I think all of you have some misconceptions about the Caster class.
"Haven't you heard of battle mages? True mages have maxed-out fighting skills and can wield all manner of weapons. Their powerful mana is merely used to assist them in battle.
"Mages without close-combat ability are basically third-rate mages. If they can't suppress warriors so thoroughly in close combat that they can't even lift their heads, how can they call themselves mages?"
Hearing Yoru Machi's words, Lancer was completely dumbfounded. His brain was itching, as though it were about to grow something.
Yet while Yoru Machi was still fighting Lancer, Golden Flash, who was still seated in his private jet, circled through the air several times. When he realized Yoru Machi had not pursued him and had instead found a new target, he was utterly enraged.
Thus, as Gate of Babylon unleashed its full firepower, golden ripples soon blanketed the sky once more. This time, not only Yoru Machi but even Lancer was caught within its range.
"You damned mongrels, how dare you ignore me like this!"
Faced with the torrent of Noble Phantasms raining down, Lancer immediately disengaged and retreated without hesitation.
Yoru Machi, meanwhile, split the Obsidian Staff in his hand into two. Augmented by mana,