"Correct." Li Zihan's voice came from all directions, making it impossible to determine his location by sound alone. "They merely changed their name to Matou."
Makiri and Matou—this name was clearly hinting at the missing Grand Mage, Makiri Zolgen. Kaineth felt a surge of fury. The intelligence division bastards should all be sent to Siberia to plant potatoes. They could not even recognize such an obvious alias, yet they dared call the Fuyuki Holy Grail War some backwater ritual!
Damn it! If the two great families of Zolgen and Einzbern counted as country bumpkins, then those so-called "nobles" with lineages spanning centuries were nothing more than mangy mutts from the slums!
"Looks like you do not intend to attack first." Li Zihan's figure appeared before Kaineth. "Do you want me to make the first move? If so, you will lose a considerable advantage."
Kaineth snorted and gave no reply. He was not an idiot. Vision could deceive. He himself was a master of visual deception—illusions, familiar duplicates, phase reflections, optical distortions...
Attacking the moment he saw the other party's face—what kind of ignorance was that?
He chose the most suitable response: hold his ground. Li Zihan was not a particularly patient person. If things remained at a standstill for too long, he would surely attack on his own. Using that attack to pinpoint his true location was far more reliable than rushing at a reflection.
Troublesome. Li Zihan stared at the mercury web on the ground with some apprehension.
Naturally, Li Zihan knew the effects of Moon Marrow Spirit Fluid. It used 140 kilograms of mercury as its medium, combining mercury's physical properties with the mage's skill in fluid manipulation. Its usual form was whip-like slashing attacks, but the thing before him had clearly undergone further modifications. Its methods of