Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lawrence had analyzed it perfectly: Adelson's hiding place was beneath Hillingdon.
Adelson was still treating his injuries when he suddenly sensed that the University of London's Gem Towers were gone.
"Damn it. These Phantom Spirits are completely useless." Adelson was grievously injured; Arno had taken half his life from him.
If the medical skills he had inherited from his father had not been brought with him to the Throne of Heroes, he might still have been left half-crippled.
"I need to summon two Servants capable of fighting for me. Otherwise, relying on those two half-baked fools alone, there's no way I can carry out the next step." Adelson picked up the Holy Grail and began a Servant summoning.
Both William Shakespeare and Hans Christian Andersen frowned.
This was beyond their expectations.
With Adelson's confidence, he would never do anything unnecessary. He would generally find a way to resolve things himself. If he had not needed Phantom Spirits, Adelson would not even have summoned the two of them; he alone would have been fully capable of playing all of London in the palm of his hand.
But now, Adelson was actually going to borrow outside help?
Had something happened that was enough to make him lose his composure and confidence?
No matter what they thought, Adelson had already unfolded the summoning circle and begun chanting the incantation.
"Let gems be flesh, gold and silver be blood, and fill the foundation."
"Let the heavenly axis be the edges, the earthly stems the heart, painting forth a magnificent prison, its flesh and blood surging here!"
"I declare!"
"To my ancestor Falgao: the closed crown, the crownless crown, the seven repetitions without a crown!"
"I am the one who achieves all things. Heed my command and cross the wheel of suppression