How Could You Possibly Be a Master?

Kayneth could not make heads or tails of the situation before him. Leaving aside how the two Servants joining forces had left him and Lancer struggling to fend them off, where had these two unfamiliar Servants even come from? There had not been the slightest hint. Could it be that the Holy Grail thought this Holy Grail War was not exciting enough, so it had summoned two more Servants?

The battlefield, where every second counted, gave Kayneth no time to think calmly. Even if he did think, it would be useless. His preconceived notion was Berserker = Gandalf, so he could rack his brains all day and still never figure it out.

Whoosh!

Sword Qi swept past. A flash of white light appeared, and Volumen Hydrargyrum was sliced open once more with a smooth cross-section.

The low temperature prevented the mercury from remaining liquid, forcing Kayneth to increase his mana output to maintain its physical form. Yet in this forcibly maintained state, Volumen Hydrargyrum could no longer display its advantage of combining offense and defense.

Sola, who had been doing nothing but watching, had the freezing Cold Qi invade her body. Her teeth chattered, and she instinctively used Fire Magecraft. The flames made entirely of mana dissipated halfway through their flight after being cooled by the low temperature, failing even to touch the corner of Duke's clothes.

Kayneth shielded Sola behind him. He knew that if he did not do something soon, this Holy Grail War would end here. He was a first-rate magician and should not have let negative emotions throw him into disarray, especially at a life-and-death moment like this, when calmness mattered more than anything. But throughout the first half of his life, he had walked the broad road of smooth sailing. How could he make a