The thing that suddenly attacked in the Light Screen footage was an ornate spiked weapon.
It shot in from afar like a meteor.
Theoretically, bullets striking a weapon like that would at most alter its flight path.
However, as had been said before, Cloud's weapon might have looked like a handgun, but its actual power far surpassed that of one.
The magical bullet collided with the spike, instantly creating a clash. Both the bullet and the spike shattered at the same time.
It had unquestionably blocked the attack. However, the clash also produced a shockwave, and since the explosion occurred roughly a meter behind the Mors, the resulting magical impact directly knocked it to the ground, leaving obvious gashes from the damage.
Then, a lively, surprised voice rang out. "My, it was blocked? Are you dissatisfied with what I did?"
"Please forgive my rudeness. Seeing that neither of you had given it a merciful blow all this time, I assumed it was a burden to you and took action on my own."
As he spoke, the person revealed himself in midair. Gorgeous, enormous butterfly wings behind him slowly fluttered, scattering multicolored dust. His handsome face carried a hint of baby fat.
His silver hair draped over his shoulders, and he wore a fur-trimmed cloak in the style of medieval British nobility, along with blue aristocratic attire.
Upon his head sat a golden star-shaped circlet, making him look like a noble prince who had stepped out of a fairy tale.
At the sight of him, Artoria could not help revealing a stunned expression. "You are..."
Hearing that, the newcomer smiled. "Yo, nice to meet you. Sorry I came so late to welcome everyone."
As he spoke, he looked at Cloud. Cloud narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "You're...