"So what should we do now?"
After Nyarlathotep left, Kariya Matou slowly climbed up from the ground. "And what was with that Silver-haired girl just now?"
"Oh, her."
Fang Mo was still thinking about Caster and answered casually, "She's one of my aunt's friends from the underworld..."
"...Who???"
Kariya Matou was completely dumbfounded.
"She's just one of my gal pals."
Fang Mo waved a hand. "You know how it is. Heroic Spirits like us participating in the Holy Grail War usually aren't the original body, so our conversations might sound a little strange. Clones, incarnations, trinity, that sort of thing..."
"I see. That makes sense now."
Kariya Matou nodded. "So your Noble Phantasm is actually summoning friends to help you fight? Like that strange man, and the girl from earlier?"
"Umm..."
Hearing that, Fang Mo did not know how to explain it for a moment and simply admitted it. "I can't believe you figured it out. That's right, my other Noble Phantasm is the terror that transcends death... cough, cough, the bond that transcends death. As long as I forge a deep bond with a friend, I can project an incarnation of that friend from any point in time."
"That's possible?"
Kariya Matou believed it and sighed. "You Heroic Spirits really have all kinds of bizarre methods..."
"Um, Shirako-san?"
Just then, Irisviel beside them stood up as well. "That crazed Servant just now was Caster, wasn't he? Is it really alright to just let him escape?"
"Are you kidding... Do you think I'd let that bastard get away so easily?!"
Fang Mo immediately shouted, then focused her attention on the JourneyMap view.
Caster—or rather, Gilles de Rais—had already looked rather abstract to begin with. Now, after being contaminated by the aura of the Deep Old Ones, he had been assimilated