Scent

Everyone changed into temperature-regulating combat suits. Though their defensive capabilities were weakened, they were resistant to the cold.

As the overall commander of the operation, Olga Marie naturally remained aboard the Mystic Eyes Train. It was absolutely not because she was afraid of the cold; lacking the qualifications of a Master, she could only envy the others.

The Clock Tower, the Holy Church, the Dead Apostles, and the princess also remained on the train. Yuan Shikai asked them not to intervene for now, letting the members of New Chaldea get some practice first. They would only act if things became untenable.

Van-Fem likewise remained aboard the Mystic Eyes Train. He was only a guide and had no intention of risking his life. Even if the Lostbelt truly conquered Earth, his life would go on as usual.

As Yuan Shikai was the last to disembark, everyone from Chaldea was finally present.

Atalanta had been waiting here for quite some time. As she watched people file off the train one after another, her fur stood on end.

By a beast's instincts, half the people here placed immense pressure on her. Before several of them, she could not even summon the will to resist.

She had only felt this way when facing the Moon Goddess. That meant there had to be Servants on the level of gods among them.

Atalanta: "Welcome, everyone from Chaldea. May I ask which one of you is the Savior?"

There was no flattery or polite small talk. Atalanta got straight to the point. An animal's thoughts were just that simple.

Nor did Atalanta sense even a trace of malice from them. Some even seemed interested in her beast ears and tail. A beast's intuition was more accurate than anything.

Naturally, the one interested in her beast ears and