"Sorry, but my mana reserves aren't enough to reach that level. If Lady Illya were here, maybe she could."
"All right. Since you insist on leaving no matter what, I suppose I'll have to tell you a way. But Sieg will be very sad." A shadow fell over Aika's face, as though she pitied Sieg.
"Don't worry. At worst, I'll come back later. Still, I didn't expect it, Gilles de Rais—you actually have a Noble Phantasm like this."
Gilgamesh whistled and pretended he hadn't heard a thing.
"All right, then. I'll tell you one route. Go, head toward the center. Alaya will definitely have a way to send you back to the surface. But remember to come back."
Shirou hurriedly nodded and got into his beloved car.
He slammed down the accelerator and drove toward the center of the Sea of Stars.
The Sea of Stars was not large. Ideally, he could reach it in just over a minute. Since the physical laws of the inner sea differed from those on the surface, he could even reach the speed of light and make a deal with himself.
"Ah—weren't we here for the Holy Grail Grand Prix? How did we suddenly end up in the Sea of Stars?" Rin could not help complaining.
"It's all good," Shirou reassured her, only to suddenly feel the car shudder, as though it had hit something.
Shirou looked beside the car and saw a pile of little clay figures.
With his eyesight, he could make out Illya, Miyu, Chloe, and then Irisviel. Rin in revealing clothes, Sakura inexplicably holding a deep-sea trident. Artoria was also among those clay figures, holding a sword. There were even swimsuit versions and blackened versions. Yet none of that shocked Shirou too much. Hardcore otaku always had their hobbies.
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