Before Altrouge Brunestud had finished speaking, the little white beast charged at Roland again with astonishing force, too fast for the naked eye to follow!
The change in address was enough for Fou to understand how serious Altrouge Brunestud was.
Unlike his role as Chaldea's mascot, because things currently leaned more toward Tsukihime, he instantly displayed strength matching that of the three-eyed cat demon that could fight King Arthur of the Age of Gods.
Before the wind even stirred, Fou had become a blurred white shadow.
His exact trajectory was impossible to discern, but even an onlooker could clearly feel that pressure, as though standing above a running blender, liable to fall in and be shredded at any moment.
Yet Roland remained utterly calm in the face of the monster's sudden attack.
Neither his expression nor his posture changed at all.
He did not even take a single step.
His only response was to shift his gaze slightly from the girl, catching Fou's charge, fast enough to tear through the atmosphere, in his peripheral vision.
Had it happened too suddenly for him to react, or had Fou's previous appearance deceived him into believing this was merely a feint, so he kept more of his attention on her?
Just as with the reason for her earlier displeasure, even now, Altrouge Brunestud could not read Roland's thoughts.
To the Black Princess, who had possessed incomparably noble status and blood since birth, this attitude, as though he had her in the palm of his hand, was undoubtedly an affront.
But the girl did not dwell on it.
It no longer mattered. Soon, that unpleasant feeling would vanish along with the person who had caused it.
After all-she had no intention of judging by appearances.
If someone could maintain such an attitude after encountering