When Adelson said this, his eyes were filled with pride and certainty.
I am Adelson Falgao, the sole heir of Lawrence Anno Falgao. Of course I'm outstanding!
Even so—
Since Adelson had created this magecraft, he had used it only a handful of times. Not only were the conditions for casting it extremely demanding, but the amount of magical energy it required was immense. What was more, he was now extending it from its foundations and seeking another way to use it.
But that did not matter.
It had worked, hadn't it?
Through this method, he had successfully separated the corruption within the Lesser Grail!
"That is the corruption!"
He pointed at the false Irisviel and shouted.
But in the next moment, exhaustion made him collapse onto the ground, breathing heavily.
This magecraft was really going to kill him.
Anno took a deep breath and tightened his grip on Holy Sword Chalk.
So that was the corruption.
Kill!
Clang—
The holy sword swung out, and silver light pressed toward the false Irisviel, who was still sitting on the ground.
—Clang!
"Hmm?"
Anno's sword—
Had been blocked?
"Well. Something unexpected has happened."
Anno's sword was still some distance away from Irisviel. Anger tinged her voice as she rose from the black mud and dusted off her skirt, seeming deeply concerned about her appearance.
It was not Irisviel herself who had blocked Anno's sword.
That shadow—
"Assassin."
Anno said in a low voice what exactly had blocked his sword.
That form wrapped in black mud—there was no doubt about it. It was Assassin, Shuten Douji, who had been personally eliminated by Xiang An a few days ago at Ryudou Temple on Ryuudou Mountain during this Holy Grail War.
Shuten Douji appeared to have no self-awareness, but the sword in her hand and