"Well, for now, everything is proceeding relatively smoothly." Merlin sat atop the tower, a gentle look in his eyes. Yet the scene reflected in them seemed not to be the sea of flowers before him.
"How should I put it... that group of tentacle-like Servants is really strange in every sense." Merlin's smile was somewhat bitter, but he did not seem to take any of it to heart. The troubled expression was merely fleeting.
His eyes were no ordinary eyes.
They were eyes that could see through everything.
EX Clairvoyance—that was Merlin's sight.
As the bearer of such exceedingly rare eyes, Merlin could often accomplish many things that other Servants simply could not, and learn information that other Servants had no way of knowing.
For instance, the truth about the seven Annos.
The seven ends that had been cut away and fallen from the returned Thread of the Root should, in essence, have completely severed all ties with the Thread of the Root and even the Root itself. After all, the manner in which they had fallen away was absolute and permanent.
The contamination they had suffered beyond the world had been washed clean through endless cycles of reincarnation, but the tool used for that cleansing had become useless—and would interfere with the process that followed.
Thus, the ends that bore both the thing being cleansed and the lives used as cleansing tools seemed...
Even more miraculous than Merlin had imagined?
Or perhaps what was truly miraculous was this thing called fate.
Merlin had been observing the process of saving humanity. He had begun paying attention to Fujimaru Ritsuka's group from the France Singularity onward. Though the various Singularities were not connected to one another, Avalon itself existed independently of the Singularities, allowing Merlin to take that opportunity to see