An Arrow Letter Shot From Afar

"I always felt that even though we spent most of our time resting on the ship in this Singularity, it was especially exhausting." Fujimaru Ritsuka sat beside Mash and sighed.

"Same here. Even more so for me." Lawrence felt utterly drained; even her glossy wine-red hair had become somewhat dry and dull.

Compared to France and Rome, this Singularity's journey had been easier, but it had also left them feeling more powerless.

The feeling that nothing was in their own hands was awful for Chaldea.

The biggest issue was still their lack of information, but—

After going through a series of events, they had met Doris and Oceannus, the mother and son, and obtained relatively complete information. They now knew who the true enemy was, and that there were other enemies behind that enemy. Although they had already obtained the Holy Grail, they would return it only after eliminating this hidden danger.

In short, it felt as though someone had planned everything from the shadows, while all their ambitions had fallen into empty space—or something like that.

Oceannus had basically calculated everything. Even if accidents occurred, the final result would not go astray. That made Chaldea feel both happy and... miserable.

"I think I need to reflect on myself." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed. "And you too, Miss Lawrence. Did our smooth clearing of the previous two Singularities give us a kind of arrogance we should never have had?"

Lawrence was slightly stunned, and Mash was the same.

"Did we start thinking, 'Only Chaldea can save this world'? That's what I mean." Having said it, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt as though he had put down a heavy burden.

"...Senpai, you mean..." Mash stroked Fou and stared blankly at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"That's true. In France, the ones who truly defeated Fafnir Vortigern were Martha