For example... as [Phantom of the Past], the other party traveled backward from the future toward the present, while she would slowly drift away from reality and ultimately become that phantom no one could ever touch again?
"How could that be?!" Firefly shook her head fiercely, trying to fling that strange thought from her mind.
Although Firefly had no idea what kind of Servant she had summoned, whenever she thought of that instant when golden light flashed—the boy who had carried her out of the Summoning Circle, leaving behind only a fleeting glimpse of his back—her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
And after she uttered the final incantation, the Summoning Circle had remained stalled for quite a while, yet not a single Heroic Spirit had been willing to answer her call...
I prayed to the entire Hall of Heroes, yet the only one who answered me was this [Phantom of the Past]!
Was she really that unpopular?
As if possessed, Firefly's hand landed once more on the faintly glowing words on the ground: [I ask of you, are you my Master?]
The warehouse was deathly silent, broken only by the occasional gunshot from afar.
Firefly took a deep breath. As though she had made up her mind, she slowly spoke to those words—and to the unseen Servant:
"Yes, I am your Master—Firefly. Though our future looks completely bleak... still, please take care of me, Mr. Traverser."
The instant her words fell—
The crimson Command Spells on the back of Firefly's hand abruptly lit up, erupting with dazzling, sacred radiance that turned the dim warehouse as bright as day.
Firefly instinctively raised her arm to shield her eyes.
Several seconds later, the light gradually faded.
Firefly lowered her hand and slowly looked up. In the center of the previously empty Summoning