In truth, unlike what ordinary dramatic portrayals suggested, the fingertips had far denser nerve endings than the palms.
Two soft but not particularly smooth fingers rested against Sieg's chest-or rather, pressed a little too hard into it, making him wince in pain.
Jeanne d'Arc kept her eyes tightly shut, comparing the signature unique to Saber Alter that she sensed through her Ruler privileges with the boy before her. Only after confirming that the two matched did she slowly relax.
Three minutes earlier, at the very instant the dusky blue pillar of light descended upon Sieg's "corpse."
Through her privileges, Black Saber, Siegfried, whose status had previously read "near death," had suddenly returned to a state that was almost normal, or could even be called active.
When she looked up, Sieg himself had vanished from the spot where he should have been lying.
In his place stood another man, an adult with a tall, straight-backed figure.
Dark skin that looked as though it had been rubbed with olive oil, solid armor with a bold design, an elaborate black-and-gold cloak, and an incomparably sharp Holy Sword in his hand.
Yes, that man was none other than Black Saber, Siegfried, who should have left the stage long ago and returned to the Throne of Heroes!
This sudden development made everyone present tense. None of them were in very good shape, and Gawain's agility was somewhat low, so he had yet to return.
In other words, if this second "Siegfried," who had suddenly appeared, lost control and attacked anyone now, the Black Faction was guaranteed to suffer another casualty.
However... faced with a certain idiot Servant who kept trying to wriggle out of his grip, Sovell finally lost his patience.
-Thump!
"Ow!"
Astolfo clutched the large bump on his head and cried out in