Eirin Yagokoro narrowed her eyes. Though the pressure she felt was not as great as what Yukari Yakumo felt facing Roland as he emerged from the gap, she showed no sign of ease either.
She cast a wary glance at the shadows beside her and took a small hop sideways before they could spread toward her.
After this man appeared, the darkness seemed to advance even faster.
"..."
Roland looked at the shadows behind her, somewhat speechless, then turned his gaze to the woman before him.
An exquisitely lovely, doll-like face, amethyst eyes, long golden hair, and an indescribably noble bearing.
Though the woman with the silver braid behind her looked reliable too, it was not difficult to tell who held the leading position.
Was this an important figure among the youkai?
Though she had been utterly shocked to see him emerge from these coordinates, the way she suppressed every trace of her complicated expression in an instant was admirable.
She looked like a young girl, yet carried a languid maturity, giving her a peculiar air somewhere between a girl who retained her childlike heart and a graceful noblewoman.
Perhaps it was because he had met Scáthach in Type-Moon, and her elegance, accommodating bosom, and bearing had been far too dazzling.
How should he put it? Roland kept feeling that the blonde woman before him was pretending to be younger than she was.
But he did not deny that this was merely his own arbitrary judgment.
In worlds where the supernatural existed, there was generally a shared understanding.
The older, the stronger.
In Type-Moon, this was particularly evident.
Though frequent exceptions kept this shared understanding far from being an ironclad rule, it was still a highly useful reference.
This was not because ancient eras and techniques were necessarily stronger than