This power was absolutely insane.
Looking closely, it wasn't just the giant wolf's head that had been smashed apart—the ground had also cracked visibly. Clearly, the force behind that blow had been terrifying.
Without a doubt, judging solely by the strength she had displayed, if Artoria were a Servant, her Strength would be at least Rank B.
More importantly, this Rank B Artoria was a magical girl...
Yeah, a Caster with Rank B Strength was seriously badass.
If she entered a Holy Grail War and fought other Servants, her opponents would most likely see Artoria's magical-girl appearance and guard against her magecraft. Then, once the battle began, Artoria would just exorcise them physically. If they weren't careful, she might catch them completely off guard and kill them on the spot.
After all, who would have imagined that Artoria, who looked so delicate and like an ordinary magical girl, could fight with such violence?
Looking at the giant wolf's corpse, Cloud could not help falling into deep thought.
Artoria had no idea how much psychological shock her actions had dealt Cloud. After casting a cleansing spell on herself and wiping away the filth staining both her body and staff, she went straight to the nameless fairy and asked after her with concern.
Only then did the latter snap back to her senses. She stared at Artoria in astonishment, then hurriedly apologized, saying that she had lost focus just now and was terribly sorry.
Her attitude was exceptionally good, utterly humble and kind.
That attitude naturally made Artoria feel rather conflicted. Her gaze even grew somewhat complicated, as though she saw a reflection of herself in the nameless fairy.
Or rather, of her past self.
Then she revealed a beautiful smile and began speaking with the nameless fairy, asking whether she needed