"Then let me introduce myself once more."
"My True Name is Avicebron. My class is Caster, and I am an insignificant golem maker."
"Even so, given the current circumstances, it seems I truly am the Servant best suited to be summoned."
Inside the submarine, Avicebron was introducing himself to the group.
"Avicebron..."
Goredolf was racking his brain, trying to recall where he had heard that name.
"Normally, a summoning is quite difficult to accomplish. I was surprised it succeeded on the first try as well."
Avicebron spoke frankly.
"From the looks of it, this land itself seems to be crying out in anguish."
"Crying out?"
Mash froze for a moment and glanced outside through the window.
How could he sense something like that?
"Anyway, with your skills, you should be able to repair the submarine's outer armor, correct? It was damaged during our last ascent, and Sigurd's attack worsened the damage. Aside from the power supply, this is currently our most serious problem."
Damage to the armor and its coating would directly cause the danger of imaginary number diving to increase exponentially. Though Chaldea had lost the Paper Moon now, so they could not perform imaginary number dives at all.
"Please show me the data."
Avicebron merely replied calmly.
Any rash statement at a time like this would be irresponsible. Only after obtaining precise data could Avicebron determine what he needed to do next.
"Mm."
Perhaps because of his tone, Avicebron appeared rather imposing. Throughout all this, even Director Goredolf and Napoleon had not said anything.
But after waiting five minutes, the portly director could not help leaning close to Fujimaru Ritsuka and anxiously whispering, "Just how long is this guy planning to keep looking?"
"Alright, that should be enough."
Before he had even finished speaking, Avicebron raised his head.