The magus frowned. "Hmm... Perhaps the other party used a special skill or Noble Phantasm, making it impossible to confirm their parameters.
So, regarding which one is a Servant... can your side confirm it?"
Darnic asked several of the other Masters from the Thousandth Tree Clan.
"No, Uncle... We tried observing them too, but we couldn't determine which side was the Servant."
As if speaking for everyone, the girl sitting in a wheelchair, with tea-colored hair and gentle features—Fiore—responded to clan leader Darnic.
"Hm? Berserker? What are you staring at on the screen? Is there someone who interests you?"
The bespectacled boy, who gave off a somewhat timid impression—Caules—spoke to the girl beside him.
Although the girl was called a Berserker, she wore a dress resembling a bridal gown.
"Mm~? Huh—ah—"
The Pink-haired girl shook her head absentmindedly, still staring intently at the screen.
More precisely, she was staring at the red-haired boy.
Volume Five, 199. Shirou: What? Am I a dragon too?
The first to launch an attack was a group of golems constructed through the Kabbalah Art and made from rock and bronze.
The golems were already fully grown when they were born. They were artificial weapons born to fight, born to destroy, and born to die.
Despite their enormous bodies, they leaped into the air after stomping against the ground and jumped toward where Shirou and Aika were standing.
The overwhelming momentum they carried made it impossible not to believe that the golems could crush the foolish boy and girl who had stepped into their private territory solely through their own mass, without even needing to swing a weapon.
"—"
Shirou watched the bronze giant descending from the sky.
He could, of course, choose to meet it head-on, but he did not.
To Shirou, the safety of