Several days later, in the outskirts of Romania, at a desolate cemetery.
A cold wind swept through the white fog. Frost and dew weighed heavily in the air, and autumn was deepening.
"My lord, why did you bring us here?"
Shivering slightly, Rokudo Reika rubbed her hands together for what little warmth it provided. She crouched down, held Little Jack's icy hands as the girl sneezed, and transferred warmth into them before she could not help turning to ask.
"To summon someone..."
Samael answered blandly. At the same time, he crushed the magic crystal in his hand and used the mana-rich powder to draw a Spirit Evocation magic formation on the ground.
Could it be that he was also a Master in this Holy Grail War?
The sight brought back fragments of Rokudo Reika's memories from the basement, when Sagara Hyoma had nearly used her as a living sacrifice. A bad feeling welled up inside her.
Though she felt resistant and afraid, the woman obediently stood to one side and signaled her daughter, Little Jack, to release her gray mist, sealing off the entire cemetery and guarding the surroundings for the man before them.
It seemed to be a remarkable talent. Whenever she had to make a choice, she possessed an indescribable sharpness and intuition.
For example, she had a feeling that obediently following this man would greatly increase her chances of survival.
And any futile resistance could bring about a devastating end.
Whenever Rokudo Reika recalled that lightning-fast battle in the rented apartment, she found herself deeply convinced of that.
"Done!"
As the final stroke of the magic formation was completed, Samael snapped his fingers. Satisfied, he placed the fragment of wood from the suitcase at the center of the formation, then stepped back, raised a clenched hand flat