"Fighting with his power all along the way, using his power all along the way to protect others—I understand. He is a noble Heroic Spirit."
Mash placed a hand over her chest and spoke solemnly to Anno.
"This is a pure and beautiful emotion. That is why, when I saw the Knights of the Round Table fighting each other at the gates of the Holy City, I was angry. I was saddened. These are the emotions of the Knight of the Round Table who bestowed that power upon me, and they are also my emotions."
"Having accepted the gift of this power, it is only natural that I should bear its emotions as well. I have... prepared myself for that."
The shadows in his memories gradually overlapped. The sternness left Anno's gaze, replaced by a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer beneath the moonlight.
His expression remained unchanged as he stepped forward. He was not going to pat Mash on the head; he merely bent down before her.
"Allow me to offer my respect. Even without the power bestowed by that person, you would still be an outstanding knight, Miss Mash."
"Just as I said before, even if his True Name is already on the tip of your tongue, I will not tell you here. It is something you must uncover for yourself. When that day comes, you will truly gain the power of that Noble Phantasm."
"...In the name of Mash Galahad."
Mash nodded.
"I will."
The two knights looked at one another, both wearing faint smiles.
"Mr. Anno did not call us here merely for this, did you?" Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted the conversation between Mash and Anno at just the right moment.
Anno turned his gaze toward Fujimaru Ritsuka and nodded lightly. "Yes. There is indeed something else."
"I asked