The moon hung high overhead, and Kanzaki Kaori suddenly grew tense.
Her slender hand tightened around her katana, her knuckles turning slightly white.
The blade peeking out of its sheath gleamed sharply beneath the cold moon, like a silver phantom that could tear through a person's field of vision in an instant.
Just watching her begin to draw made Tsuchimikado Motoharu's hair stand on end. Cold sweat kept beading on his forehead.
Within striking distance of one of the world's strongest female Saints, even if he wanted to look away, his will to survive involuntarily drew his eyes back to that sharp edge.
Yet this confrontation also made Tsuchimikado Motoharu notice something amiss.
With Stiyl unable to move, a battle here would most likely catch him in the crossfire.
Acting like this was completely unlike Kanzaki Kaori.
After all, everything Kanzaki Kaori did began with her desire to cherish her companions.
Although this weakness sometimes made her indecisive, it should not have stopped her from making a decision when the situation was this clear.
Roland, however, was not at all surprised by the sight.
"She is a Saint, after all. Gaining power by imitating a higher existence inevitably comes with corresponding constraints."
Although both were Saints, Kanzaki Kaori's existence was fundamentally different from Jeanne d'Arc's.
Within the Type-Moon universe, no Holy Son existed in the true sense.
But as a pioneer who had transcended the universe, the traces he left behind had still formed the Cross Church culture spanning past and present, creating a will similar to Dark Chi.
Saints like Jeanne d'Arc were essentially an alternative kind of holy warrior responsible for fulfilling their protective duties.
Thus, at certain crucial moments, she could even receive something of a script directly through revelation.
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