"You possess the skill to silently assassinate enemies in the dark, yet chose to challenge them head-on—such a foolish yet adorable Servant. And then there's the Magus who left his Heroic Spirit behind and personally stepped onto the battlefield, making himself the target of all arrows. Truly, a meeting of worthy opponents, a match between a crouching dragon and a fledgling phoenix!"
"By my judgment, if this fight continues, seventy percent of the police will be killed by my adorable Assassin. The remaining members may be able to completely assimilate their Noble Phantasms and awaken fully, becoming beings no weaker than third-rate Servants, perhaps even second-rate ones. In that case, the odds of victory would be fifty-fifty."
Faced with this prattling young man, both the police and Zealot exchanged bewildered looks, their expressions seeming to say—who the hell are you?
Yet the fact that this man had so easily torn apart the police station's barrier and entered meant his strength was anything but ordinary. He was no insignificant nobody, and they had to be cautious.
Understanding this, Commissioner Orlando immediately intended to probe him with words and uncover information about his identity. Facing one Assassin was already their limit; if there was another enemy, the only outcome would be total annihilation.
However, before he could speak, the black-haired Ishtar, who had remained silent at the side, suddenly frowned in disgust. Making no effort to conceal her loathing, she directly raised a hand to cover her nose.
"How disgusting!" Black-haired Ishtar said bluntly, her voice full of contempt. "Why would something as revolting as a Dead Apostle appear in a place like this? It's like a sewer rat reeking of rot crawling into a splendid banquet hall. It completely ruins one's appetite."
"A Dead Apostle?" Upon hearing the term, Orlando first