-869- Only one human

After Mash regained her composure, Rozen separately visited the locations of the other Servants to confirm their conditions.

Many Servants seemed to have been waiting for Rozen to wake up, and upon seeing him approach, each of them felt relieved.

Then...

"Now that you're okay, it's fine to start the battle whenever. How to fight, in what manner, it's all up to you. My role is just as I said before, to be your spear, your Servant, ready to strike on the battlefield," were the words left by Scáthach.

"Ah, as long as the Master wants to go, I'll follow at any time," were Karna's words.

"Rather than that, I'm the one who's really in a hurry. After all, I've been thinking about finding Sita as soon as possible all the time," said Rama.

"You decide; at least your abilities are more trustworthy than Jason's. I'm not even sure what he's thinking," were the words left by Atalante.

All the Servants were setting up their formations within the basin, and when Rozen found them, each made their own statement.

As for Jason, Medea, and Berserker, there was no need to mention. Rozen had no intention of being kind to Jason; Medea was currently just observing and going with the flow, and Berserker had no rationality. As long as Rozen decided to start the battle, it was fine whenever.

Now, Rozen, responsible for leading the Greek and Indian mythologies, was undoubtedly the commander.

With that in mind...

"It's time to prepare a strategy," Rozen thought.

In the war of myths, fighting was inevitable. However, how to fight required careful consideration.

As for leading armies into battle, Rozen was no stranger. Usually serving as a Master, constantly commanding Servants, and even in the Automaton world, commanding puppets, in the game world of sword art online, leading the entire clearing group, Rozen was not only familiar but quite proficient in leading military operations.

Therefore, Rozen prepared several strategies to deal with the Celts.

"The remaining question is whether they will be effective."

With this in mind, Rozen began to create some Common-Style Shikigami and had it assist in setting up the barriers within the basin.

With Rozen's involvement, by the night, everyone had finally completed setting up the barriers in the basin, turning it into an impregnable utopia.

Within it, in addition to numerous magical barriers set by Rozen using "Anti-Magic Barrier" and "Eight Array Formation," there were also various magical barriers with concealed, defensive, anti-magic, and isolating effects set by Scáthach using runic symbols.

Later, even Medea intervened, transforming the basin into a stronghold with grand rituals, layered and combined. It was believed that even if the entire Celtic force attacked, they wouldn't be able to breach this basin.

Inside the basin, Rozen also constructed orchards, rivers, and a multitude of wild game animals. As long as the inhabitants managed them well, refraining from killing chickens and neglecting their daily activities, relying on the reproduction of the animal population, cultivation of fruit trees, and the expansion of waterways, food and water could be completely ensured. Self-sufficient, even if the population increased tenfold, they could easily survive.

At this point, Rozen and his group could finally feel at ease in this basin.

Soon after...

"Let's go."

Rozen spoke to the numerous Servants.

"To the Northern Nation."

At these words, the Servants nodded heavily. Only Jason still wore an unwilling expression, but he had to comply.

Before long, a ship entirely made of gold slowly flew out from an island located southwest of North America, heading north.

Within the island, the basin had completely disappeared, leaving no trace.

The Argo, carrying numerous heroes, set sail once again.

However, this time, the hero's ship wasn't preparing to set sail in search of the Golden Fleece. Instead, it was preparing to head to the Northern Nation for a mythical war involving Celtic, Greek, and Indian mythologies.

In this war, countless soldiers were participating, and there were more than ten legendary heroes.

Each of these dozen individuals was a true hero with the ability to determine the outcome of a war. Placed in any war, they had the capability to overturn the final result.

And there was only one human participating in this destined-to-be-earth-shattering mythical war.

He represented all of humanity and embodied the entire history of human reason.

...

On the other side.

In the territory of the Northern Nation, at this moment, a large number of Celtic warriors were gathering.

This was all because of an order from the king that came two days ago.

"We're going to war, so all of you better be prepared."

The ruthless and indifferent king issued only such an instruction, leaving everything else unattended.

"What a boring king."

This evaluation came from a Servant belonging to the Celtic side—Fionn.

At this moment, on the castle walls of the Northern Nation, this elegant and graceful spearman stood against the wind. He looked at the Celtic warriors gathering from all directions, wearing his usual smile. He turned to the knight beside him.

"You feel the same way, right, Diarmuid?"

Fionn sought the opinion of the knight beside him.

Upon closer inspection, Diarmuid is waiting just one step away from Fionn.

In the face of his former lord's playful remarks, Diarmuid takes them quite seriously.

"No matter how the king himself is, since he is the king, we should faithfully fulfill our duties and serve him," Diarmuid says with precision.

It's evident that this knight, despite his chivalrous demeanor, has a certain aspect of blind loyalty.

Looking at Diarmuid in this manner, Fionn chuckles.

"Indeed, you're just like that. As long as you're a knight, you will be loyal."

Saying this, Fionn sighs rarely.

"Why couldn't I see through this reasoning when I was alive?"

Upon hearing this statement, Diarmuid looks up in surprise, then falls into silence.

Anyone familiar with Fionn and Diarmuid's existence would know the complex love-hate relationship between this master and servant.

For instance, in their previous lives, despite being the first warrior under Fionn's command, Diarmuid was also the primary cause of the disintegration of the Fianna Knight Order.

"Everything started with that political marriage, right?" Fionn brought up the matter.

"Due to the political marriage with the Elenn Kingdom, Princess Grainne became my fiancée."

However, that fiancée was affectionate towards Diarmuid, and in the end, she used sorcery to force Diarmuid to elope with her. This led to the failure of the political marriage, irreparable discord between the Knight Order and the Elenn Kingdom, and laid the groundwork for the subsequent collapse.

Naturally, Fionn couldn't help but harbor resentment towards this.

Therefore...

"When you were on the verge of death, I was right there, but due to ugly resentment, I stood by and watched you die," Fionn said with a somewhat melancholic tone. "You must hate me a lot, right?"

After all, Diarmuid was innocent in all this.

"This time, being summoned together, I thought you might draw your weapon against me. I didn't expect you to remain loyal, still addressing me as your lord."

Fionn turns his head and looks at Diarmuid.

"Do you really not hate me, Diarmuid?"

At these words, Diarmuid answers without hesitation.

"No." Diarmuid states decisively, "I absolutely do not hate you, my Lord."

"...Is that so?" Fionn is silent for a moment, then sighs with a sense of relief. "That's good."

The master and servant then gaze into the distance together.

"I'm really looking forward to the upcoming war."

"Yes."

With this dialogue, the two conclude their conversation.