Kavacha and Kundala!!!
The golden armor covering his entire body, along with those distinctive earrings this was the very armor that Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash had seen Karna wear in a certain Singularity.
Lot's physique and features were even slightly more impressive than Karna's. Now, clad in the Sun Armor, he looked exceptionally heroic.
"Wait, shouldn't Lot and Morgan be connected to China? How did a European holy sword and Indian divine armor end up in his hands?"
Da Vinci exclaimed in surprise.
But she was, after all, a woman of vast experience. There was scarcely any scene she hadn't witnessed before.
Rubbing her temples, she turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka and said,
"For now, let's just keep watching. No matter what Lot pulls out, he's still our enemy. Unless, of course, he can find a way to satisfy both sides."
"Is that even possible?"
Hearing Da Vinci's words, a spark of hope lit up in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes.
But immediately, Da Vinci poured cold water on that hope:
"How could it be? Time doesn't just split into two equally viable futures like that. Such a thing is impossible."
"Ah…"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's face fell at Da Vinci's words.
But with the battle between Scáthach and the married couple, Lot and Morgan, about to begin, she quickly turned her attention back to the battlefield.
Morgan, too, was ready.
Gripping her staff, standing tall and proud, her crown resting upon her head she exuded both regal elegance and overwhelming power.
"Shall we begin?"
Scáthach asked Lot.
"Of course."
Lot nodded firmly.
Then, swinging his sword, he charged straight at Scáthach.
He knew his strength was inferior to Scáthach's.
So, he had to strike first he couldn't afford to let Scáthach seize the initiative.
And while he charged, Morgan wasn't idle either.
As Lot advanced, she layered one enhancement magecraft after another onto him.
At the same time, she didn't neglect Scáthach.
Slow, sensory deprivation, pain amplification…
One debuff after another manifested around Scáthach, attempting to latch onto her.
"To cast so many spells in such a short time… Morgan, your power has grown tremendously."
Scáthach remarked.
Then, she uttered a single phrase one Morgan couldn't understand.
As soon as the words left her lips, the debuffs binding her vanished instantly.
After a moment's thought, Morgan realized the origin of those words.
Continuing her assault, Morgan couldn't resist complaining to Scáthach:
"Using Runes against me, Sister? That's just sneaky."
"It's effective, isn't it?" Scáthach replied, then added with a smile, "If you'd like, I can teach them to you later."
"That would be wonderful!"
Morgan's eyes brightened at the offer.
At the same time, the force behind her attacks intensified.
"But for now, I'll have to defeat you with everything I've got."
Scáthach dodged gracefully.
Just then, Lot closed the distance.
Swinging his Joyeuse, he unleashed waves of multicolored light.
But while these radiant slashes might have dazzled others, they were far from enough against Scáthach.
With a flick of her Gáe Bolg, Scáthach pierced through the luminous arcs and appeared right before Lot.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh !
A flurry of thrusts slipped past Lot's swordplay, striking toward his body.
There was little technique to it.
Just speed
Pure, unadulterated speed.
Or rather, when one's speed reached such heights, technique became secondary.
And to claim Scáthach lacked skill would be like saying the Chinese didn't love farming utterly absurd.
Within moments, beads of sweat formed on Lot's forehead.
The assault was terrifying.
No
I can't afford to overthink this.
Lot focused his gaze on Scáthach's spear.
Steeling himself, he concentrated on deflecting each thrust.
Seeing his reaction, Scáthach nodded inwardly.
Not bad. He's grown well.
When they'd first met, he'd been a lazy schemer, relying on underhanded tricks to win. Now, he was willing to face his opponent head-on.
Scáthach had no disdain for tactics. But if someone only ever relied on such methods, never daring to clash directly, they could never become a true warrior.
As these thoughts crossed her mind
Lot suddenly drew a pistol from his coat and fired at Scáthach.
Well, well.
Scáthach's lips curled in approval.
Knowing his limits yet still employing every available trick? That was even better.
"Even after a long journey, even as my finger pulls the trigger I, Lot, shall still fight you with all I have…!"
As he spoke, Morgan dodged the bullet, while Scáthach pressed forward.
[Holy hell, I was just putting on a brave face you didn't have to expose me so easily!]
Panicking, Lot hastily retreated.
At the same time, he shouted to Morgan:
"Wife, save me!"
Hearing his cry, Morgan couldn't help but laugh.
This pervert…
Though she sighed inwardly, she had already been gathering mana.
"Then let me show you the power of the Island's ruler!"
She declared.
And with that, she unleashed her magic.
The ground beneath their feet became a canvas for her explosive mana.
Dust billowed from the earth.
Then, the dust grew thicker and thicker.
Within it, Lot now bolstered by another wave of enhancements continued his duel with Scáthach.
Soon,
A rolling black smoke obscured the battlefield, leaving the onlookers blind to the events within.
"Morgan has this kind of power?!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka gasped.
She couldn't help but recall the descriptions of the "Artoria Alter" she'd heard back in Chaldea.
This… is nothing like what Artoria described!
As this thought crossed her mind, the smoke finally cleared.
Lot stood with his arm around Morgan, facing Scáthach.
"Still fighting?"
Lot asked Scáthach.
"No, this is enough. Now… it's time to rest."
Scáthach shook her head lightly, smiling at Lot.
"Yeah, of course."
Lot nodded firmly.