"Eh? Aren't Servants on the level of gods impossible to summon?"
Hearing Kenneth's words, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked in confusion.
Put simply, Heroic Spirit Summoning was an emergency ritual created by the Counter Force to clean up humanity's messes. It had been designed from the start to house human Servants.
Gods belonged to the side of heaven. Their scale surpassed human comprehension.
It was like trying to force an elephant into a refrigerator. Other than bursting the refrigerator apart, there was absolutely no second possibility.
"Regardless of the civilization, any spirit-summoning ritual has only two core requirements."
Kenneth raised two fingers and continued, "First, you need a medium capable of anchoring the target concept.
"Second, you need a sufficiently sturdy vessel."
"We already have a ready-made medium. Given the bond between Orion and that moon goddess, it is enough.
"As for the vessel—there is no shell more suitable than the Moon Goddess's own body."
Kenneth pointed at the humanoid terminal.
"Professor, allow me to remind you of something.
"This unit's ether circulation system has completely collapsed. More than ninety percent of its neural transmission units have burned out.
"As it is now, it is nothing but a pile of scrap metal."
Hearing this, Lord El-Melloi II stood there with one hand pressed to his temple and spoke.
That was the result of the magecraft inspection he had just performed.
What was even more troublesome was that he could confirm this was indeed a creation thousands of years beyond the technological tree of Proper Human History, an existence far beyond human understanding. They had no ability to repair it—
"I've already stripped enough spare parts from the Machine god wreckage we fished out of outer space. It should be repairable—"
Kenneth merely smiled at that, pointing at the huge pile of parts