Inside the bridge, after issuing Storm Border's defensive orders and confirming there were no signs of additional Alien Apostles approaching, Olga Marie remained before the monitors, watching the battle unfolding across the bleached earth.
When Shiomi and Morgan fused into a single new form, she froze for a mont.
"That is… the Unity God."
Under Shiomi's steady companionship and reassurance, Olga Marie had gradually regained her composure and caught up on the reports she had previously missed.
Among them was information regarding the 'Unity God'.
During the great battle against Zeus, her teacher had completed a transformation of his divinity.
He was now, in the truest sense, a living god of the present age.
She had known this before the final battle in the Atlantic Lostbelt.
But seeing this further evolved state with her own eyes still left her shaken.
"Simply put," Romani explained, "it's the fusion of a newborn god and a Paradise Fairy into one being. There are cases where Divine Spirits possess humans or other living beings, but the 'Unity God' isn't re possession."
Even Romani couldn't clearly explain the underlying chanism.
The only thing certain was this: in that state, their power was on an entirely different level.
It compensated for the immaturity of the newborn god's Authority while incorporating the wisdom of the Paradise Fairy.
From their appearance alone, it was obvious that Shiomi had deliberately allowed Morgan to take the lead, maintaining balance and drawing out their combined strength to the fullest.
Compared to their battle in the Outer Palace of the Grand Temple of Orbit, they now moved with far greater ease.
"It's fine. If it was the teacher's decision, then there must be a reason," Olga Marie said quietly, choosing not to press further.
When sothing exceeded not only human comprehension but even the boundaries of Magecraft, it was enough simply to know.
Part of her surprise also stemd from a sudden realization of why Morgan hadn't been angry earlier.
If two beings could belong to each other to that extent, anger truly seed trivial.
"More importantly, how much do we know about that Alien Apostle's True Na and other details?"
Olga Marie steadied her breathing and focused on the screen.
On the white wasteland, Naless unfurled a petal-shaped shield to block the magical bombardnt of 'Unity God · Morgan'. Seven layers of defense shimred in succession, each one fracturing under the relentless assault.
"He's a high-tier Alterego infused with multiple divine attributes," Romani said, pulling up the data. "Originally just a Counter Force Guardian, but with his Spirit Origin reinforced, he's been elevated to what could be called top-class."
"And his True Na?" Olga Marie frowned. "How many Noble Phantasms has he used so far? Don't tell his real Noble Phantasm is so kind of treasury like the King of Heroes Gilgash's—an arsenal containing countless Noble Phantasms?"
Romani recalled the intelligence from the Fifth Holy Grail War. It couldn't be applied wholesale, but it did reveal Naless' essence.
"Probably not. The Noble Phantasms he's using are all imitations. Disposable constructs created through Projection Magecraft with extrely high precision, almost indistinguishable from the originals. He was likely a Magus in life."
"A Magus? And one who specializes in Projection Magecraft?" Olga Marie found it increasingly hard to believe. "Has his Projection Magecraft already broken the balance between cost and output?"
In the world of Magi, Projection Magecraft was usually little more than a supplentary technique.
Even the most skilled Magus could only create empty shells that looked the part. In ergencies, projecting everyday tools was the most practical and efficient application.
But projecting Noble Phantasms—so of which were Divine Constructs?
"Our current hypothesis is that the Alien Apostle himself didn't originally possess the ability to project Divine Constructs," Romani said. "However, the reinforcent of his Spirit Origin by the Alien Apostle system granted him far higher-grade forging conditions, allowing him to reproduce Noble Phantasms that would otherwise be nearly impossible."
As Romani finished speaking, Naless projected the twin holy swords associated with King Arthur and the knight Gawain. In the span of a heartbeat, he swung them at Morgan and released their True Nas.
Olga Marie instinctively tensed.
But the twin torrents of Mana unleashed by the holy swords were casually deflected by Morgan, as easily as one might lift a teacup.
Olga Marie let out a quiet breath.
What she didn't realize was that Naless' apparent parity was largely because Morgan and Shiomi were deliberately testing their current limits, refining their control over this fused state.
Even so—
Watching the holy swords he had projected at enormous Mana cost be brushed aside so effortlessly, even Naless could not remain entirely unmoved.
Even knowing it couldn't compare to the true wielder's power, Naless still felt a faint, complicated sense of frustration.
"Unbelievable… this is what they call a god."
After taking a few steadying breaths, he straightened and looked up at Morgan, who still hovered above the ground.
"Have you run out of stored Noble Phantasm projections?" Morgan asked calmly.
"Of course not. But even projecting a Holy Sword—sothing I originally couldn't reproduce at all—was only possible because of this special Spirit Origin. Without it, I'd have destroyed myself in the process." Naless gave a careless smile. "If even Holy Swords are useless, I'm starting to regret taking this assassination job."
Not that he had ever possessed the freedom to refuse an assignnt.
"If that is truly how you feel, withdraw now and I may spare you," Morgan said coolly. "Or show the true essence of your Projection Magecraft. Otherwise, the next strike will end your life."
"That would be troubleso. I have no intention of dying here. At the very least, I need to finish what I ca to do."
Naless lifted one hand, wearing that half-troubled, half-resigned smile, and began to chant the incantation of his Reality Marble.
"I am the bone of my sword…"
The Guardian whose True Na was unknown—or perhaps deliberately concealed—had manifested as the embodint of a naless hero, answering the summoning as a Servant.
No one knew his past.
No one understood what he had endured.
Only that chant hinted at the life he had lived before becoming a Heroic Spirit.
An ideal pursued to its bitter end, paved with regret.
Right or wrong, no one could say.
The Guardian continued to fight. Even if forced into the role of a pawn in the destruction of the world, he still clung to his path and his convictions.
His body was made of infinite swords.
"…So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works."
Flas spread across the ground, swallowing the surroundings as the world itself was overwritten.
What manifested was the only Noble Phantasm Naless was permitted to wield as a Heroic Spirit.
『Unlimited Blade Works』.
"Since you've revealed your final trump card, there's no need for further words. Before this world is fully overwritten—co at with everything you have."
Morgan descended lightly to the ground, raising her hand with elegant composure as Mana rippled outward like waves across water.
"A contest of Reality Marbles? It seems the two of you have walked through quite a few trials."
Naless summoned countless swords into the air.
Their tips aligned toward a single target.
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