Fujimaru Ritsuka was running.
Mash held up her shield as she ran in front, while Lawrence deployed a magecraft field as he ran behind. The three had long since developed flawless coordination and strict discipline.
"Hm? It seems like we received some kind of message. It's coming from the Institute of Life's base."
Mash suddenly sensed something being transmitted and, after hesitating for a moment, opened the communications channel.
She found that it was a message from Anna at the Institute of Life.
"What is it, Mash?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked as he cautiously scanned their surroundings.
Lawrence, running at the rear, poked his head over as well.
Receiving a message was not exactly unusual, but receiving one at a time like this...
Both of them had a touch of gravity in their eyes.
"The message says... 'Since Mr. Merlin is unable to come in person, I'll be delivering this message on his behalf.' Master, it appears to be a message from Mr. Merlin." Mash glanced back at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
The three were running along the outer perimeter of the Central Throne, a place like a spiraling corridor.
As the Servants fighting at each base gradually suppressed the Demon God Pillars, the road ahead had become relatively safe. At the end of this corridor—what looked like a door had appeared.
Clearly, it was the gate leading to the throne.
But first, they needed to read the message Merlin had sent.
"It seems the Temple of Time hasn't detected Merlin's Spirit Origin signature." Roman checked and reported to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"This seems to be what it's about." Mash gave it a quick look, and then...
An awkward yet polite smile appeared on her face.
"...Mash, what does it say?" Roman scratched his head, unable to understand her reaction.
"It says... Master, I'll