"Caster, can you trace them?"
Matou Kariya contacted Manlio through their contract.
Manlio was not particularly qualified in terms of strength as a Servant, but that did not mean he was useless. As long as one was human, one had strengths—let alone a Servant, a Heroic Spirit, someone engraved upon the Throne of Heroes.
The greatest enhancement Manlio had received as a Caster, aside from his exceptional Territory Creation ability due to being an architect, was his mobility.
By distorting a limited area of space for a short time, he could conceal himself and move swiftly. This ability stemmed from Manlio's profound understanding of space.
"Not far now, Kariya."
Manlio's face bore a coldness and severity wholly unrelated to his youthful appearance. He narrowed his eyes in anger and looked ahead.
He was currently inside Fuyuki City's sewer system.
In his hand, he held a jeweled Mystic Code designed to absorb and feed back magical energy, using it to investigate the area.
But in truth, there was no need to investigate at all. What had happened here was obvious at a glance.
These were burn marks.
And there were charred corpses on the ground.
This was the scene of the crime—or at the very least, a secondary scene.
Very close.
He was already quite close to that demon. Manlio understood that.
"Protect yourself, Caster. Berserker's strength cannot be underestimated. If anything unexpected happens, remember to retreat immediately. As long as you can memorize Berserker's Master's magical signature, our objective will be achieved."
Still somewhat uneasy, Matou Kariya repeated the purpose of this mission.
"Yes, I understand."
Manlio nodded and extended one hand, as though grasping a corner of space itself, then yanked it hard toward himself—
Manlio vanished.
He distorted the space around himself. He had a feeling that he