Miracle Summoner

"The familiars were wiped out?"

Rozen's words left the people in Chaldea stunned.

But it was the truth.

"The ones operating in the wilderness are still active, but the familiars near certain places have all been completely eliminated."

Rozen explained calmly.

"The Holy City of Jerusalem, the desert region, and some remote areas in the mountainous region—all familiars sent to these locations have been wiped out without exception."

Hearing Rozen's words, the group fell silent.

It was clear that these locations were critical in this Singularity.

The Holy City of Jerusalem needed no explanation. As the only city still standing in this wasteland, its survival was undoubtedly suspicious.

The desert region was similarly notable. The entire area was engulfed in sandstorms. Familiars might not even be able to fly in, and if they did, the intense mana concentration there indicated something abnormal. Their sudden destruction was only to be expected.

As for the mountainous region, it was particularly intriguing.

The familiars sent there were destroyed upon reaching certain remote areas, clearly the result of human interference.

In other words, something—or someone—was there. They discovered the scouting familiars and wiped them out.

Rozen was certain that Servants were present in these locations.

Not only that, but Jerusalem and the desert region must also harbor Servants.

Some were enemies holding the Holy Grail and responsible for this Singularity, while others were neutral Servants. At the moment, it seemed the factions were split into three, opposing and monitoring each other.

From the current situation, the Servants in the desert region were more likely enemies, while those in the mountainous region appeared neutral. The Servants in Jerusalem might be allies to humanity, but they likely mistook Rozen's familiars for enemy scouts and eliminated them.

Thus, only the familiars wandering the wilderness remained. Any familiars approaching Jerusalem, the desert, or the mountainous regions were destroyed.

"What should we do now?"

Mash looked at Rozen, earnestly seeking his thoughts.

Rozen did not hesitate.

"We'll head to the Holy City first," Rozen said. "Once we're there, we might learn something."

"Understood." Mash nodded.

"Chaldea will continue to provide you with support," Da Vinci immediately added.

"Be careful," Roman reminded them.

"Don't let your guard down. The true danger of this Singularity hasn't surfaced yet," Olga Marie warned.

Little did she know that the danger had already appeared.

The giant craters, like impact craters, were proof of that.

...

At the same time, in a sacred and solemn chamber resembling a temple, several figures were gathered.

These individuals radiated an astonishing sense of presence but gave off entirely different impressions.

"Has the King not awakened yet?"

The question came from a knight with a voice as powerful and warm as the sun. He wore a noble cloak, pristine white armor, and had golden hair reminiscent of the sun. His face was so finely sculpted it seemed like an idealized prince from a fairy tale.

The white knight bore a solemn expression but radiated warmth, evoking the image of the sun—a true knight of the sun.

The response to this sunlit knight came from someone utterly opposite.

"Such trifling matters need not trouble the King. We can deliberate and decide on our own."

The speaker's voice was cold, almost chilling. This knight wore jet-black armor and had a face that perfectly embodied severity, coldness, and ruthless indifference.

If the first knight was as warm as the sun, this second knight was as harsh as steel. The former inspired goodwill in everyone, while the latter incited aversion—a knight of iron through and through.

"And yet, at such a moment, when the King rests, they choose to act. Truly opportunistic and sorrowful."

These words came from another knight, who stood silently to the side. Despite his quiet demeanor, his presence drew the attention of anyone in the room.

This knight held a harp-like instrument and had waist-length red hair. His eyes were closed, and his face was strikingly handsome. His slender, almost delicate frame gave him the appearance of a poet rather than a knight. Yet, among all present, this red-haired knight exuded the most dangerous aura.

"Perhaps I should wake the King. It's dreadfully dull just standing here, after all."

A defiant voice suddenly broke in.

The voice belonged to a knight clad in white armor with crimson patterns. Her armor bore an almost feral appearance, with horns reminiscent of a bull on her shoulders. This knight, a young girl, stood out sharply among the others.

Her petite frame and exquisite features belied the wild and rebellious energy radiating from her. Her eyes gleamed with unrestrained defiance.

The other knights stood some distance from this rebellious knight, their disdain for her evident.

"Would you dare disturb the King's rest, Mordred?" The iron knight's voice turned colder still. "Do not forget that this is not your life. You have no right to disrespect the King."

"Indeed, it would be unwise to offend the King," the sun knight added, frowning. "Remember, you still lack residency rights in the Holy City. For your own sake, restrain yourself."

"As expected of the rebellious knight." The red-haired knight sighed, his face tinged with sadness. "Yet, should you disturb the King, the price may well be your life. Such sorrowful consequences."

The three knights collectively shunned the rebellious knight, Mordred.

"Tch." Mordred clicked her tongue. "I was just joking. You're all so uptight, no wonder you're so dull."

The others ignored her remarks, their eyes cold.

The sun knight turned to the iron knight.

"So, the King truly has not awakened?"

The sun knight's voice was probing.

"Do you doubt me, Gawain?"

The iron knight's gaze turned icy.

The room's atmosphere became heavy.

No, it became downright volatile.