This was the crucial moment when she had to raise her shield, no matter what, and stand against it.
—Mash's shield existed for moments like this.
"Honestly, I feel a little embarrassed about the situation right now."
Mash smiled somewhat awkwardly as she walked forward.
"Miss Illya's magecraft formula beat me to it—but that's fine."
Hummm—
Boom.
The Spirit Origin Exoskeleton's driving sound rang out. Mash raised her head and looked at the giant flaming sword hanging high in the air, still scorching the air despite being resisted by so many forces.
She looked back.
"Senpai, I'm going in!"
"I say—"
Goredolf looked as though he still wanted to stop her.
He knew Mash was different. Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka were both different.
Everyone else was a [Servant], while those who were not Servants belonged to this Lostbelt—for Chaldea, the most important people had always been Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka.
And—though he did not want to admit it, in the short time since Antarctica, he had indeed grown rather fond of those two outrageously loudmouthed girls.
To him, Mash raising her shield was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, like a moth flying into a flame—in short, no matter how he looked at it, it was impossible!
"You should not stop her, Director."
Sherlock Holmes placed a hand on Goredolf's arm and gently shook his head.
"There is something you need to understand—in places you do not know of, they have always supported each other like this as they made their way forward."
"The possibility of blocking it is not zero."
"—Are you really trying to get yourself beaten up?! What I'm talking about with you people isn't some damned field test record at all!"
Goredolf began jumping up and down in agitation.
Outside the submersible, Fujimaru Ritsuka