What Mash said was, in fact, true.
Anno was very strong, that much was undeniable. If Anno went, resolving the fundamental problem probably would not be all that difficult.
But the most critical issue now was that Anno had no way of going to the Fairy Realm.
Like the other Knights of the Round Table, he had used his Spirit Origin to stabilize the human world. The price, naturally, was that he could not leave it.
Although Robin had once used some cheating magecraft to allow his consciousness to break free, that was completely meaningless in battle. Anno's strength lay in nothing more than his battle-hardened body, the Holy Sword Chalkiness of Sighs, and the Treasure Armor bestowed by the Lady of the Lake. At present, not a single one of those three things was by Anno's side.
So, he was not the one who needed to [sacrifice].
The one who needed to be sacrificed...
He turned his head and glanced at Pindo, who stood behind him.
"Hmm? What is it, Sir Anno?"
Noticing Anno's gaze, Pindo instinctively looked toward him.
"...Nothing." Anno said nothing more and merely shook his head.
The magical energy within Pindo's Spirit Origin was now considered powerful even among Servants.
Yesterday, at the very instant he gripped that silver sword, he had regained the most important thing a Servant possessed—his Class.
Saber. That was what Pindo had obtained through this effort to save Britain.
Having gained Magic Resistance from Gareth, and a weapon from Bedivere for identification purposes that could be used as a Noble Phantasm, Pindo had naturally acquired the Saber Class.
However, such a distorted Spirit Origin would likely only exist within this Singularity.
Pindo had already told Fujimaru Ritsuka about this when he left that morning.
"If nothing unexpected happens, I won't