Compared to Lancelot, who told every Servant fond of running their mouths through his actions that he was the true mad dog of the Mad Enhancement Berserker class, those who still spouted pretentious nonsense about being a "Noble of the Night" even after going berserk were nothing.
Without the sacred sword, The Unmarred Lake Light, a weapon automatically condensed in the Black Knight's hand, taking the form of a jet-black Magic Spear. Carrying the momentum of his lightning-fast dive from the sky, even its plain, unadorned spearhead radiated incomparable might under the skilled knight's wielding.
"By order of the Dragon Witch. This place is under my absolute dominion. Come, come, come. This is the heart of hell, where the dead are resurrected!"
Assassin, The Phantom of the Opera, activated his Noble Phantasm, and the effect concealing his presence vanished.
"You think too highly of yourself. Before me, Mozart, even a melody from hell is futile."
Mozart had dabbled in music meant to purge demons. This was precisely his Noble Phantasm: Requiem for Death!
Several manifested angels plucked their harps, and the mesmerizing string quartet effortlessly overwhelmed the sounds of hell.
The Noble Phantasm effects of Mozart and The Phantom of the Opera canceled each other out—no, it would be more accurate to say that the artist's Requiem far surpassed that twisted madman's creation!
Whether it was Da Vinci-chan or Mozart, Servants of the artistic sort generally possessed eccentric, obsessive sides. Even so, though genius and madness might be separated by only a single step, one of the three great musicians remembered by history could not possibly be compared to a clown who composed bizarre tunes with bloodlust and madness.
Even if he clearly knew that he was nothing more than a rotten person, Mozart still possessed this level of