The sorcerer truly believed so.
Though this man was nameless, the sword in his hand and the art he had mastered were demonic swordsmanship beyond anything that existed in the human world. A mere Musashi was not worth mentioning before that blade.
However—
In contrast to the confidence of the sorcerer Amakusa Shirou, the nameless swordsman merely chuckled.
"Well, who knows? It would be nice if things really went that smoothly."
"But no matter what, I will certainly repay the kindness of food and lodging with everything I have—though before that, the Saber Empireo standing in their path might be able to stop them. After all, he is quite a terrifying sword demon."
"When the sword demon draws his blade, his opponent's soul shall no longer remain in this world."
".But yes, that's right."
"Sometimes, variables decreed by fate do indeed appear."
There seemed to be some deeper meaning in his tone.
"Precisely."
Yet the sorcerer did not seem to understand what the swordsman meant.
"The world shall be destroyed by this fixed fate. The descent of Rejecting the Defiled Land Castle is a possibility that exists in only one out of countless worlds. That is destiny."
While the sorcerer atop the castle tower was still laughing madly, over on Chaldea's side—
Sakumura had just opened his eyes.
"Senpai—can you hear me, Senpai!?"
That was the voice he heard.
"Mash!?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately cried out in immense surprise.
Although this crossing had been entirely unexpected, even after most of his Mystic Code had been completely destroyed, Fujimaru Ritsuka had still kept Chaldea's communications device on him at all times. Now, it proved—
That cautious habit had indeed been the right choice!
"Finally, finally, we've connected! Thank goodness!"
The moment Mash heard Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice, her legs nearly gave out beneath