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Medea could sense that special aura around Medusa, an aura unique to the Age of Gods.
Hearing Medea's words, Medusa nodded. She did not hide it either; after all, Sakura Matou had already started calling her by name.
"Medusa."
"It was you?!" Medea wore a look of astonishment upon hearing that name, while Mephistopheles showed no surprise at all, instead falling into thought.
Although he had not paid much attention to the game's story, Morpheus had heard on forums and the like that Type-Moon's Medusa was not Poseidon's woman, nor was she the child of the sea god Pontus. Instead, she was an ancient indigenous deity who had been demoted after being stripped of her faith.
She could even be considered one of the highest-ranking earth mother goddesses!
Thinking of Medusa, an indigenous god beaten back step by step by a group of mechanical robots packed with alien technology, Morpheus found it strangely amusing.
The myths of this world were just that bizarre.
However, Morpheus did not have many thoughts about it. He was merely watching the show, with neither the ability to alter the past nor any need to do so.
"Oh, right. There's also someone you know. Well, someone Medea knows, at least."
As Morpheus spoke, he looked toward Illya. At the moment, the girl who looked like a child but was actually older than Shirou Emiya—and perfectly old enough for university—was staring at Medusa.
Not just Medusa; she had also looked at Medea. Right now, there was only one thought in her head.
"So amazing. Three people from Ancient Greece all gathered together at once!"
Just then, she heard Morpheus' voice. "Illya, call him out."
"Oh, Berserker." Illya immediately understood Morpheus' intentions and called out her Servant. As the giant's body appeared in the room, the