"Has it been demolished...?"
However, Atla still held back, though his expression was very unnatural, particularly gloomy and sinister.
It looked like it was about to explode at any moment.
Atram asked Medea.
"What about the remaining supplies?"
There should be at least 50 children left.
Medea, with her back to Atram, answered very calmly.
"Because I don't need them, I've already released them all."
"Then, where would be a better place than here?"
"The center of this ritual, the place where the Greater Grail lies dormant, is a natural fortress that makes it difficult for servants to approach."
After a pause, Medea continued speaking to Atram.
"From now on, if you obey my orders properly, I will take you there, Master."
“That won’t do. This is the end for us, Medea.”
Atram refused outright, then extended his right hand, preparing to use the Command Spell on the back of his hand to make Medea commit suicide.
"By my command spell, I hereby issue this order."
"Commit suicide, Caster!"
With a flash of red light on the back of his hand, Atram's second Command Spell disappeared.
But this time Medea did not obey him, and the Command Spell had no effect on her.
Medea turned around and stared quietly at Atram.
A few seconds later, Atram saw that Medea was not reacting at all, and he began to panic.
"What's going on? Why isn't it responding?"
"Does issuing an order only once have no effect?"
Medea, who had been calm for a long time, also laughed out loud at this moment.
Unconvinced, Atram once again issued commands using Command Spells.
"I issue this command once more by my Command Spell."
"End your own life, Caster!"
The last Command Seal disappeared, and Medea did not react at all.
Medea laughed heartily in the magic workshop surrounded by flames.
"Hahaha--."
"You are such a foolish master."
"What is my Noble Phantasm? Have you forgotten?"
Atram was flustered and said loudly and urgently.
"The symbol that breaks the rules of all things."
"...But that should have been banned by Command Seals."
"Hey, you're right. It can't be used on you, so I used it on myself."
Medea continued as Atram's throat bobbed and his breathing became rapid and difficult.
"It severed the contract between myself and you."
Hearing what Madia had done, Atram was incredulous and said in a trembling voice.
"impossible."
"For you servants, this is suicidal."
"In that case, you won't even be able to protect your own body."
Medea smiled and said nonchalantly.
"yes!"
"But so what?"
"This has nothing to do with you, who is on your deathbed."
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