Ishtar stared at the gemstones scattered across the floor before her, her eyes widening enormously.
Enor—mously.
So wide they looked ready to pop out of their sockets.
"If you are willing to go to Uruk, I can give you even more."
Lawrence understood what Nanshe was trying to do. With a reserved yet politely confident smile on her face, she clasped her hands before her and looked at Ishtar as she spoke.
Ishtar still retained a shred of reason, at least. She had not been completely consumed by the sparkling gems before her.
She coughed, closed her eyes, smacked her lips, then opened them and looked at Lawrence, who stood beside the smiling Nanshe.
"I haven't asked yet—who are you?"
"Are you a Servant summoned by that Gilgamesh fellow?"
Her gaze upon Lawrence was probing.
Lawrence felt rather strange to her. Judging by the sheer quantity of magical energy alone, Lawrence possessed an immense amount—more than Ishtar's and Nanshe's combined.
But.
She could not sense even the slightest hint of danger from Lawrence.
Logically speaking, such immense magical energy should have felt dangerous, especially to Ishtar, who was not only a god but a chief deity. Her senses should have been even sharper.
Such a vast amount of magical energy, yet no danger at all—how strange. Could a Servant with such tremendous magical energy really be some weakling with no combat ability?
"I will fight for Uruk in this Singularity, but I am not the Hero King's Servant." Lawrence's expression remained unchanged as she smiled and gave a slight bow. "My Master is Fujimaru Ritsuka of Chaldea."
"Though it's a little embarrassing to say, my Master is actually that child called Fujimaru Ritsuka too, hehe." Nanshe scratched her head awkwardly.
The last time she had come to see Ishtar, Fujimaru