What was going on?
What was going on?!
Zouken Matou nearly lost control of the swarm of insects that made up his body, almost scattering and fleeing in every direction.
A few meters ahead, the white-haired man in white robes kept his imposing aura restrained because of the girl beside him.
Yet it was still overwhelmingly powerful.
Naturally, he understood what the name "Sovell Pendragon" represented.
In the legends of Britain, he was King Arthur's blood brother, a prince who had risen so high that no further title could be bestowed upon him, her chief Court Mage, and the fourteenth member of the Knights of the Round Table.
An indisputably formidable being!
"Servant Caster."
He understood that, too.
It was one of the Classes of the seven Servants in the Holy Grail War.
But why now?!
Zouken Matou gritted his teeth, staring at the half scale in the girl's hand, utterly unable to make sense of it.
Though there was no longer any need to.
Sovell released Sakura from his arms, stood up, and surveyed his surroundings. Finally, his gaze settled on the old man ahead.
"Was all of this your doing, including their attack on my Master?"
"No! This is..."
Zouken Matou instinctively tried to explain, hoping to secure a chance at survival, but the other man cut him off without hesitation.
"Enough. You needn't explain. How utterly revolting."
Smelling the decay coming from the old man, Sovell frowned deeply. He no longer wanted to let such a thing sully his eyes-or those of the little Master beside him.
"Don't be afraid, Master. I'll protect you."
Sakura nodded uncertainly. Though she did not know the young man beside her, she could clearly sense both the old man's malice and his kindness.
Taking Sakura's gesture as permission, Sovell began