Retreat from Chaldea, assess the current situation, and find a way to contact the Mage's Association.
That was the plan Lawrence, Leonardo da Vinci, and Sherlock Holmes had settled on.
Including Mash, they had four Servants, but none of them specialized in direct combat. The enemy was numerous, and there were two beings suspected to be Servants. Anyone capable of freezing half of Chaldea was clearly no simple opponent. A head-on fight would only lead to death.
Keeping calm and cutting off the tail to survive was their only remaining path.
[—Aah!]
[I-Is anyone there? Somebody, please!]
Just as Lawrence and Holmes were about to operate the container together, Chaldea's broadcast system came on.
And it was not the mechanical female voice from before, but a male voice that sounded somewhat familiar?
Everyone inside the container froze.
[Somebody! Can anyone hear me? Please, anyone is fine, I beg you, somebody!]
[Somebody—!!!]
The voice over the broadcast was urgent and desperate, even hysterically miserable.
"That voice is..."
"Director Goredolf Musik?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka turned to look in the direction they had come from, stunned.
"Do not concern yourself with that voice!"
Holmes spoke sternly, his attention still fixed on the matter in front of him.
"There is no time to worry about additional survivors. I am adjusting the trajectory right now—get back to your seats!"
He knew full well that there was no time to worry about extra survivors. But if Fujimaru Ritsuka heard that voice, he would definitely want to save him—Fujimaru Ritsuka was that kind of person.
Then Holmes had to be the bad guy. Or rather, he had to play that role.
Lawrence and da Vinci exchanged a glance, seeing the same thought in each other's eyes, and fell silent together.
They knew Holmes was right. After all, no