"Hm?" Sherlock Holmes looked somewhat surprised.
Though he had never actually met her, he knew a fair amount about Mash through the wealth of intelligence available.
She was an exceptionally strong-willed girl with remarkable resolve, yet privately carried a certain softness and charm.
For her to say something like that in this setting was somewhat beyond Sherlock Holmes's expectations.
"Mash?" Bedivere was also a little surprised.
"Because... I already know which Servant gave me this power."
Looking at the shield resting at her side, Mash raised it before her.
"I don't really know how Chaldea's summoning system operated before, but ever since our journey through the Singularities began, I have participated in it every time."
"Constructing such a temporary system requires not only a vast amount of magical energy, but also a medium—a medium capable of drawing in Heroic Spirits, of drawing in those 'heroes' from history."
"In other words—"
"A place where heroes gather."
"Mr. Jason's Argo, Mr. Aga Bimailuo's Elma—those are the two Holy Relics we know of that possess this concept. Aside from them, there is what I hold in my hands: the Round Table, upon which countless knights once sat."
Artoria stood silently off to the side with her arms folded, leaning against the wall behind her. As she listened to Mash, a faint smile touched her lips.
Percival looked at Artoria, then at Mash, and smiled knowingly as well.
"Galahad. I have found that True Name, and I understand the meaning of this shield, this Round Table."
Mash lifted her head and looked at Sherlock Holmes, her expression resolute.
Just like Galahad's grandfather, Anno.
"It seems you are stronger and wiser than the image I had of you, Miss Mash." Once his surprise had passed, an approving smile appeared on Sherlock Holmes's face.
He applauded