"That's the knights' stronghold."
Several of them lay prone atop an earthen slope, looking toward the distant walls.
The walls were neither tall nor particularly sturdy. It was obvious that this was merely a makeshift camp.
"Can we confirm that Hassan of Serenity is being held there?"
Mash glanced at Hassan of the Hundred Faces' skull mask as she asked.
"We can. One of my other personalities just obtained fresh intelligence from this area this morning. It also seems that someone else is being held inside that stronghold." Hassan of the Hundred Faces nodded as she watched the soldiers patrolling above the walls. "It seems to be another Servant."
"Ah!" Xuanzang suddenly cried out.
Fujimaru Ritsuka jumped in fright and quickly covered Xuanzang's mouth. "Miss Xuanzang, what are you doing?!"
"Ah, sorry, um..." An apologetic expression appeared on Xuanzang's face. She cupped her hands toward Fujimaru Ritsuka in apology. "I just remembered something."
"...Don't tell me the other Servant locked up in that stronghold is someone you know." Though Cursed Arm Hassan wore a mask, Fujimaru Ritsuka could clearly sense his speechlessness.
"Yes. But the rice balls were just so delicious that I completely forgot about it. And without White Dragon around, I tend to get lost easily." Touching the tips of her index fingers together, Xuanzang wore an awkward expression.
"So who's the other Servant being held there? Could you hurry up and say it instead of dragging this out?" Hassan of the Hundred Faces' features were practically twisted together. This woman's long-windedness was simply outrageous.
"Ah, he's my disciple—a disciple I recently took in here. His name is Tawara Tōta, an Archer. He was captured by those knights earlier because of some things..." Xuanzang finally began explaining seriously.
"Got it. So the objective of this rescue operation has