Da Vinci, left in the solitary prison, was utterly helpless. She tried to draw upon her power and take something out of her fourth-dimensional Italian butt, but every attempt failed.
The sealing magecraft here was flawless; even as a Servant, she could not break free.
Rather, this prison seemed to have an effect specifically designed to counter Servants.
It was simply infuriating.
Yet even under such circumstances, Da Vinci did not give up. Instead, her fighting spirit was stirred.
"Trying to trap the omnipotent Da Vinci with something like this? You really are underestimating me!"
"Then, let's make good use of this environment and give the Knights of the Round Table a little genius-grade shock!"
With that thought in mind, Da Vinci's gaze began roaming around the prison.
She gave off the distinct feeling of Tony Stark hammering together the first-generation Iron Man armor and an Arc Reactor in a terrorist base.
Of course, even if she intended to do something, it could not be accomplished in a moment.
Still, the groundwork had already been laid, leaving people unable to help looking forward to what came next.
The scene shifted. As Lancelot was leaving the prison area, a Purging Knight approached him.
"Sir Lancelot, Sir Agravain has arrived. He is waiting for you in the reception room."
Lancelot paused at those words, then strode toward the reception room.
It was a simply and plainly decorated room, with only a table and several chairs, and no attendants.
Given the Holy City's circumstances, there were no attendants to begin with. There were only Servants and the Purging Knights created by the Lion King.
Agravain, clad in black armor, was seated in one of the chairs.
After entering the reception room, Lancelot closed the door and went straight to sit opposite Agravain. "What