Chapter 853: -842- Become my strength
It was a voice that exuded arrogance and rudeness, conveying an air of haughty disdain for everyone but themselves—a first impression that left much to be desired.
The source of the voice emanated from the golden ship hovering in mid-air, prompting everyone to collectively look upward. On the partially guarded deck of the golden ship, two figures slowly appeared.
"Actually hiding in such a remote place, you make it quite easy to find you," the voice of arrogance and disdain came from the person standing at the forefront.
This individual wore opulent attire reminiscent of royalty or nobility, with either dazzling golden or pure white colors that complemented each other. However, there was an air of impractical grandeur that evoked a sense of displeasure.
This man, adorned in such a manner, exuded an air of pride and arrogance that differed from Rozen, creating an instinctive aversion.
Standing on the bow of the golden ship, he looked down upon Rozen's group with a smile, a smile that seemed assured of victory and full of self-satisfaction, wasting the inherent handsomeness of his features and eliciting no positive sentiments.
However, by his side was a girl who presented a complete contrast to him.
The girl had a petite figure, a lovely appearance, and wore a purple chiffon dress. Her long, purple hair was tied into a ponytail, cascading down behind her. A crown-like headpiece adorned her head, and she wore gloves and over-the-knee socks. She held a staff resembling a combination of stars and moons, giving her the appearance of a princess, radiating an irresistible cuteness.
But this charming girl was anything but ordinary.
Pure, profound, mysterious, and powerful magic emanated unmistakably from the girl. Rozen's group almost immediately confirmed this.
"Is she the magus from Greece?" Scáthach observed the girl, murmuring softly.
That was the correct answer.
Judging by her wielding of the staff, it was evident that this adorable girl was the magus Rozen had mentioned.
Rozen was certain.
"She's the one who used Dragon Teeth to create the army of Dragon Tooth Warriors."
"The one who found us and knew we were all concentrated here."
"The one who made that huge golden ship float and brought it flying over."
"Even the person who, when we just transferred our Spiritrons to this Singularity, and during the battlefield clash of the two nations, was the one to break my 'Invisibility jutsu'—it's her."
Only through this explanation could everything be clarified.
Facing the Celtic Queen's continuous creation of an army of ancient warriors using the Holy Grail, this girl, using Dragon Teeth as material, produced an endless legion of Dragon Tooth warriors, enabling her to contend with the Celtic forces.
Against Rozen and Mash, who had transferred their Spiritrons to this world, the only one capable of dispelling the 'Invisibility jutsu' on Rozen without him noticing was this girl exuding an extraordinary magical aura.
If anyone could find this place with ease, it would be this girl, given her profound mastery of magic.
Moreover, to make such a massive golden ship levitate and freely fly, only a magus of divine caliber could accomplish such a feat.
This adorable girl was indeed the most crucial talent on the Greek side.
Without her, Greece would be unable to resist the Celts, let alone find this location.
Furthermore, even Berserker seemed less frenzied in the girl's presence. Although not completely docile, he at least didn't have immediate plans to charge recklessly.
This indicated how formidable the seemingly adorable girl truly was.
In contrast, the man who held himself above others had an air of false superiority.
Unaware of the unfavorable first impression he was creating, the man spoke condescendingly.
"Are you the remaining neutral Servants on this continent?"
The man's words were directed at Mash, Scáthach, Karna, and Rama.
As for Rozen, the man merely cast a brief glance, losing interest the moment he identified him as a human, as if acknowledging the existence of an ant passing by.
Observing the man, even Rama displayed a cold expression.
"Are you the ruler from the Greek side?" Rama questioned with suspicion.
To this...
"Yes, indeed. You have a good eye, acknowledging me as the true king. That deserves commendation."
The man seemed entirely satisfied with himself, sporting a proud demeanor that was almost unbelievable for someone designated as the ruler of the Greek faction.
"A person like you is actually a king..." Rama's face expressed disgust.
Evidently, as kings, both Rama and the others were displeased with the man's pretentiousness and arrogance.
"There are various kinds of kings," remarked Scáthach, the Queen of the Foreign Territory, also feeling disappointed.
Only Karna remained unfazed, looking upward with indifference.
"Senpai..."
Mash looked toward Rozen, seemingly seeking guidance.
Rozen shook his head, silently gazing upward along with Karna.
Thus...
"Since there are four Servants here, my decision to have my Medea locate you was indeed correct."
The man, entirely oblivious to the severe negative impression he had created, spoke as if it were a matter of course.
"Join my nation and become my strength," the man unexpectedly uttered.
Now, the intentions of the other party became clear.
This person was here to recruit neutral Servants.
No, to be more precise, he was seeking usable military force.
The man continued, "You wouldn't refuse, would you? If you don't accept, sooner or later, you'll be bitten to death by the Celtic mad dogs. Join us, fight together with us to defeat the enemy; that's your only way out."
It seemed the man believed others wouldn't reject his invitation based on this reasoning.
However...
"""We refuse."""
Mash, Scáthach, Karna, and Rama, all in unison, responded without a hint of hesitation.
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