No reaction.
Even after Fu Qian walked all the way over to Brother Round Card, the countless eyes overhead remained completely still, merely watching in silence.
Sacrificing five 2D Corpses to take out both the Sage and himself in one go was acceptable.
But using that trump card just to take himself out? The Holy Grail didn't seem interested in making that kind of deal.
This wasn't too surprising.
In fact, Fu Qian had already considered how to deal with this unobservable killing game.
The simplest method was the choice right in front of him.
Go in one at a time, open the passage, and make sure there was only one person in the room each time.
As long as the Sage Old Man, with his ability to counter insight, stayed behind, at most they'd have to sacrifice a few cannon fodder.
Clearly, the Sage had the same idea. The only difference was that his chosen cannon fodder included not only the suspicious person that was Fu Qian, but also a possibly higher-ranked being behind him.
I don't care what your goal is. The Holy Grail naturally rejects being perceived by anything at all, so I'll just push you right in front of it.
Now that's what you call vision and audacity!
Painted with the blood of the Fallen Star Beast? The name was certainly fitting.
Drawing his gaze back from the dome, Fu Qian patted Brother Round Card on the shoulder, looking thoughtful.
The other man slowly turned his face toward him, his gaze still unfocused.
The information poured into him had once again destroyed his will.
Without changing expression, Fu Qian casually took off the Golden Shield and strapped it to his arm.
The action was perfectly reasonable. The team members by the entrance didn't urge him