Russell put on a show of looking into the distance as though he held some kind of expectation.
Before long, he slipped back into the middle of the group and spread a layer of cloth on the ground.
—Artoria's screams had been rather enlightening. They had even made him a little hungry.
"Have something to eat."
Russell rummaged through his storage bag, pulled out a pile of lunch boxes, heated and plated the food on the spot, then laid it out over the picnic cloth.
—There were no master chefs around him, but aside from a select few blue-eyed, white-haired or blue-eyed, blond-haired people, most of them could cook a little.
Eating well was somewhat difficult, but eating until they were full was easy enough.
"Is it mealtime?"
Huihui, whose legs were the shortest here, ran astonishingly fast. She instantly sat down beside Russell, adorably licked her lips, and held her chopsticks with an expectant expression.
"You're just letting the fairies go?"
Mobius had rarely gone hungry, so naturally she was not acting like a glutton the way Huihui was.
Her gaze remained on Artoria, who had been dragged away by Red Hare.
"The Noble Phantasm you put in her Saint Graph... it was actually an extremely powerful curse, wasn't it?"
"If the fairies generally mastered that technique, even tens of thousands of Shadow Legion soldiers would definitely be unable to stop them. Even if you equipped them with leader bosses, it would be useless."
"Isn't that exactly the effect I wanted?"
The corner of Russell's mouth lifted, his voice relaxed and cheerful.
He had intended to give those things to the fairies from the start.
"What destroys the fairies will be the fairies. What drags the fairies into Hell will also be the fairies. And only the fairies can