Roland wore nothing that suggested combat. He looked like a passerby in this city, yet none of the Servants present doubted his strength.
Because they had all sensed that aura of magical energy that should have vanished.
As heroes from before the Age of Gods, they were all widely experienced, yet such dense true ether still exceeded their imagination. Even gods could not compare.
It was as though he himself were a continuation of that era, a symbol of the future.
Before this figure, even Scáthach put away her arrogance and regarded him gravely.
She possessed the Wisdom of the Demonic Realm, acquired by transcending humanity, slaughtering gods, and placing herself outside the world, so she saw it more clearly.
This heavy true ether was practically like the planet's blood vessels connecting to his body. That weighty mystery was already unconsciously drawing everything around him to tilt toward him in terms of fate.
Scáthach even vaguely felt that she might have touched upon the truth beyond the world.
"You said you would give Saber and me equal conditions. In other words, both our Masters have been defeated."
"Well, they ran into me, so I captured them while I was at it." Roland spread his hands and spoke casually.
His attitude intensified the killing intent in Scáthach's eyes, but she did not act rashly. Through these past few days of training, she had come to understand Bazett's will and combat strength very well. Even if that inadequate disciple of hers really descended as a Servant, he might end up dying together with Bazett.
Yet her Contract still existed, while Bazett was nowhere to be found. That meant it had been a complete victory.
Hearing this news, Karna also raised an eyebrow. As though receiving some command, he quietly lowered the divine