Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to use a Command Spell.
But he knew perfectly well that the speed at which his opponent swung his sword was far faster than the time it would take for the Command Spell to take effect.
The demonic sword would probably cut off his head before he could even get the words out.
—But Fujimaru Ritsuka still wanted to make one final struggle.
Just as he had chased out from the cabin, determined to stop Sigurd from leaving with the Paper Moon.
But.
As he felt Leonardo da Vinci forcefully pressing him back, he also felt—
The whistling of the blade had already reached his ears.
For some reason.
It felt as though this was all there was.
Time passed slowly.
One second.
Two seconds.
He felt nothing.
Nothing at all.
It was not that the other party had struck—
Nothing happened.
The other party's sword did not seem to have come down.
Fujimaru Ritsuka opened his eyes in confusion.
Only to meet a pair of blue eyes.
He was stunned.
Leonardo da Vinci's reaction was much the same as Fujimaru Ritsuka's.
Everything had come to an abrupt halt.
The crimson demonic sword had stopped just centimeters away from Leonardo da Vinci and Fujimaru Ritsuka's heads. They could even feel the curse-like aura emanating from the blade.
"—Senpai!!!"
Mash, who had just been kicked aside, lunged forward and placed herself in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka and the injured Leonardo da Vinci.
And at that moment, Sigurd's eyes, which had seemed blue just moments ago, returned to their original, evil crimson.
He sheathed his sword.
". Hmph."
"The pride of a hero, huh."
Click—
The demonic sword slid back into its sheath.
"You've been spared."
After saying that, he seemed to grow somewhat impatient. He turned around, explosively