The Enemy is Acting

While Iori and the others were planning their probe, the enemy was not idle either.

The church doors slowly closed, and the believers' footsteps gradually faded away, leaving behind a deathly silence.

The red-robed priest stood alone before the altar, his hands gently stroking the cover of the Bible, his gaze carrying an otherworldly calm.

Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows and fell across him, breaking his figure into a mosaic of brilliant colors.

Within that sacred radiance, he seemed cut off from the world, immersed alone in a devout prayer to God.

Then, a woman in black suddenly appeared at his side and said seductively, "What a demanding Master. We're run ragged, yet you're still here playing house."

"Semiramis, I am a priest by profession. How is this playing house?" the red-robed priest said without looking up. "Have we investigated the situation of the seven on the other side?"

"We found out everything that could be found out. Anything we can't find out now will be useless by the time we do." Semiramis let out a soft laugh, lightly leaped onto the pulpit, and sat down languidly with her long legs crossed.

"Then tell me. What sort of people are our opponents?" The priest finally stopped praying and raised his head. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, as though he had spotted prey.

"The Masters of the Saber and Assassin classes are unknown. It seems those Servants have not been summoned yet."

"Archer's Master is the head of the Tohsaka House, a girl barely in her teens. Cú Chulainn fought him, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't identify anyone whose fighting style matched his." Semiramis said.

"And what was Chiron's judgment? Didn't he make a move last night as well? Did he discover anything?"