The man sat on a park bench, looking languid as he leaned against its back. His red Magic Wand rested upright against his shoulder as he gazed at Remilia with an unsurprised expression and said,
"Ah... Junior Sister, what a coincidence."
He flashed the little girl in the distance a carefree, handsome smile.
In fact, he had already anticipated that Remilia and Scathach would come looking for him. It wasn't because he possessed the power to peer into fate, but simply because it had been easy to deduce.
The reason he was alone in the park was to ensure that the upcoming battle went smoothly—and to avoid provoking complaints from the "lady" of the Holy Church about her increased workload.
That was why he had deliberately chosen this spacious, sparsely populated park to wait for Remilia to come and fight.
"No, this was inevitable by fate. We were destined to meet here!"
Remilia slightly raised her little head. A pair of small wings appeared behind her, and her crimson eyes gave off a faint, eerie red glow, making her resemble a dark and mysterious demon.
"And then, we fight each other."
"Hahahahaha... What a wonderful look in your eyes."
For some reason, Cú Chulainn burst into laughter. He then stood up and faced Remilia directly.
"If you can kill me, I'll give you my praise, Junior Sister."
He hadn't had many wishes upon descending into this Holy Grail War. He merely hoped to enjoy one satisfying battle. There was no particular wish he absolutely had to fulfill.
However, after discovering that this era had a Junior Sister, his thoughts had changed slightly. His desire for a satisfying fight hadn't changed, of course.
But he hoped his opponent... would be the Junior Sister standing before him.
"Then... I'll accept your praise,