"You're actually Caster?"
Watching the Heroic Spirit who had been the last to reveal his true identity in this Holy Grail War, Kama narrowed her ruby eyes warily.
She had thought the Servant who made Roland so confident might be some deity who governed rules, but only after actually seeing Solomon did she realize how terribly wrong she had been.
Because even a god could not possess such an excessive amount of true ether.
The magical energy spilling out merely from his appearance already equaled the combined Spirit Origins of many Servants, to the point that its sheer qualitative rank burst through the domination of her Authority.
More troublesome still, around him, both the atmosphere and the ocean gradually lost their substance like a mirage, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion.
This transformation into an otherworldly realm, which Kama could only reproduce by releasing her full power, was merely an instinctive effect of his existence.
Kama could clearly sense just what this cold yet peaceful Servant, who seemed to pose no threat at all, carried within him.
It was not something that could be described as a Phantasmal Species or a fairy. It was a concept like a disaster, on an entirely different plane.
If humans called powerful beings they could interact with gods, then things of unknown identity that could not yet be understood through existing knowledge were called demons.
And the monsters dwelling within this man were precisely such things, each an individual and also the whole, the whole and also an individual.
Monsters that should never have been made to serve had been roughly crammed into a framework, given fixed forms, and turned into bound Familiars.
Thus, they had also acquired a quantifier by which they could be described: the Seventy-Two Pillars.
Even divided into separate