Frolov's time as an Ancestor of the Dead Apostles had been far too short, and he had not accumulated much power himself.
However, as a former knight, he possessed extraordinary combat skills and instincts. Among the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, most of whom were "aristocrat" or "magician" types, that was exceedingly rare.
If one underestimated him, the fate of the previous Nineteenth Ancestor was a perfect example of what would happen.
"Your perception is correct. My power is still weak."
Frolov said calmly, "But it's already enough to kill you."
"That's just your fantasy."
The Dead Apostle's body launched itself across the snow.
With a leap fueled by physical capabilities beyond those of a human, he closed the distance to Shirou in an instant.
He gripped a strangely shaped hunting blade and swung it down with tremendous force.
Shirou lightly deflected the blizzard-like attack with a Sword of Common Iron he had projected on the spot.
"I see. Quite impressive technique. I didn't pay much attention because the smell of blood was too strong.
"I'll have to reevaluate you—although the fact that 'you're weak' won't change."
As Shirou spoke dismissively, Frolov swung his hunting blade several more times without changing expression.
The speed of his slashes continued to increase.
He unleashed a lightning-fast flurry, smashing Shirou's sword into shards of glass.
Frolov Arkhangel was a genius among geniuses.
As a being of mystery—a Dead Apostle—his time had been far too short.
But as a warrior and hunter, he possessed more than five hundred years of rich experience.
Frolov excelled at refining his combat techniques through actual battles and could rapidly adapt to his opponent's style.
Yet the red-haired high school student—Shirou Amamiya—blocked everything with one Sword of Common Iron after another.
"You're the type who excels in battles of attrition, aren't you—