The disadvantage this brought was obvious, but with Morpheus's skill making up for it, every response was perfectly timed. He precisely deflected his opponent's overwhelming force before counterattacking!
With techniques that could be called the pinnacle of skill, he was actually able to trade blows with Gilgamesh!
And look at Morpheus's expression. A mocking smile hung from his lips as he constantly stoked Gilgamesh's fury with his expression, as though he desperately wanted to completely provoke the King of Heroes and force him to use his full strength.
Recalling Gilgamesh's terrifying Noble Phantasm, Artoria took a deep breath and silently tightened her grip on her sword. If necessary, she would have to release her Noble Phantasm later and neutralize Gilgamesh's attack.
At the very least, she had to ensure that everyone here could retreat safely!
As she thought this, she glanced at Medea. This woman clearly knew Morpheus exceptionally well, yet her expression remained calm, as though she were merely enjoying a show.
It was as if she had absolutely no concern that Morpheus might be in danger.
Does she trust Morpheus's strength to that extent? Artoria could not help thinking.
But recalling what Medea had said earlier—especially that she had personally witnessed the Greek gods bestow blessings and treasures upon Morpheus—Artoria felt that she understood the source of Medea's confidence.
A hero who could receive the blessings of the gods was naturally powerful.
But did Medea truly understand the terror of the King of Heroes?
"Do not worry, Lady Knight. The Star Sword in your hand possesses tremendous power, and Morpheus possesses that same power as well."
Medea suddenly looked at Artoria and said something she found difficult to understand.
"The Star Sword? Morpheus has this power too?"
Her Noble Phantasm was Excalibur, the witness to her legendary life.