"No, there's no time for that now. That person isn't kind enough to let us pass. Leave this place to me. At last, the time has come to wipe away my shame. I'll leave what comes next to you. I'm sorry to end my mission before you. And now, I shall give Fujimaru Ritsuka the proper assessment: you are indeed a summoner capable of standing on your own."
When Da Vinci suggested going around Tlaloc, the rain god, Nitocris suddenly stepped forward and faced the god alone. Then she turned her gaze toward Mash and Ritsuka, offering her final farewell.
"Nitocris." Seeing the unwavering look in Nitocris's eyes, Ritsuka did not know what to say for a moment. She understood that look all too well. It meant Nitocris had already made her decision.
"Please rest assured. Witness the power of a Pharaoh who once bore the burden of an entire nation."
"I was wondering who it was. So it's the Queen who failed twice to protect a precious vessel. I'm sick of fighting you. Undead and the like are completely ineffective against me. If it's merely a Servant, I can let you go. As you can see, I'm very merciful."
"What mercy? You're nothing but a thoroughgoing dictator—greedy and gloomy. The only reason you wanted to destroy the ship was jealousy. You sensed that its beauty and convenience surpassed your own, so you desperately wanted to destroy it. What a petty-minded construct. Am I wrong, you self-proclaimed god Tlaloc?"
Nitocris and Tlaloc traded barbs, each exposing the other's weaknesses. Unfortunately, Shen Fei did not know much about their legends, so he did not fully grasp the meaning behind their exchange. But from Nitocris's words, he learned that Tlaloc was an artificial creation, which was why she envied Chaldea's vessel, another