-925- Are you sure you can handle her?

The battle, at this moment, truly declared its end.

However, the tense atmosphere lingered, refusing to dissipate.

The Argo, in the sky, was slowly descending.

As it touched the ground and all the Servants descended from it, the golden heroic ship transformed into a burst of particles and disappeared.

"Damn it... Why do I have to encounter such things?"

Jason, who had been steering all along, collapsed on the ground, frustrated and exhausted.

In the eyes of others, the leader of the Argonauts seemed to have played no significant role in this war.

However, without his skilled navigation, the Argo might have sunk long ago. Atalante and Medea wouldn't have held on until Heracles came to rescue. The four dragons among the twenty-eight might not have been restrained, leading to an undoubtedly much worse situation.

So, Jason remained the seemingly ineffective prince with a bad reputation, but he had indeed played a role, albeit unnoticed by many.

Unfortunately, at this moment, the numerous heroes present had no time to consider his contributions.

The Servants gathered around Rozen spontaneously, as if to protect him, facing off against the white-clad girl.

Just as Rozen was about to say something, Altera spoke first.

"Do you also want to be my enemy?"

Altera showed no fear facing nearly ten Servants alone. She raised her three-colored light sword, and in the sound and motion resembling lightning, she pointed it at the many Servants confronting her.

Seeing this, the Servants reflexively tightened their grip on their weapons.

Especially Scáthach and Karna, who positioned themselves directly in front of Attila.

"Are you called Altera?"

Scáthach asked with a calm and composed tone.

"A name I've never heard of. Is this your true name?"

This single sentence made it clear that Scáthach was wary of Altera.

Not only Scáthach, but among the present individuals, except for Rozen and a somewhat confused Mash on the side, the other Servants looked at Altera with a hint of caution in their eyes.

Evidently, Altera's actions and Solomon's warning had left an impression on the assembled Servants.

Facing an opponent who could drive away even Solomon, and seemed to be no ordinary Heroic Spirit, the Servants instinctively kept their guard up.

Perhaps, it was because the Servants here came from various myths and had diverse connections with gods, and Altera, being an existence hostile to gods, triggered this response?

Therefore, even for Rozen's sake, the Servants needed to figure out who this new Heroic Spirit that had become Rozen's Servant truly was.

"Where era are you from?"

Karna also focused on Altera and asked this question.

"In the knowledge bestowed upon us, it seems there is no hero named 'Altera'."

This was a fact.

After arriving in the present world, the Servants usually gained necessary knowledge to enhance their actions.

If there was a hero named Altera in history, the present Servants would undoubtedly know.

"I have never heard of a hero like you, so this shouldn't be your true name, right?"

Rama protected Sita behind him, adopting a domineering posture.

"Roar!"

Even Heracles had the appearance of being ready to charge forward at any moment. It was evident that Altera's displayed power and nature made these heroes extremely wary.

And Medea and Atalante, needless to say, one with a nervous expression, the other with a solemn one, both kept their gaze fixed on Altera, not daring to relax for a moment.

"..."

Though Mash seemed a bit bewildered, she didn't intervene. She silently stood by Rozen's side, looking hesitantly at Altera.

In this situation, Altera's expression remained unchanged.

"Indeed, my current name is not my true name as a Heroic Spirit. It's a name I arbitrarily provided," Altera said in an indifferent, cold voice. "However, I see no need to reveal my true name to you."

Altera displayed a side that was neither hostile nor friendly, different from the amiable giant Altera in the stone chamber.

However, such an attitude only increased the vigilance of the assembled Servants. 

"If you are unwilling to disclose your true name, then we will not allow you to easily become Rozen's Servant, becoming a potential threat to him," Scáthach straightforwardly stated. "You are too dangerous, not only in terms of the power you possess but also due to your inherent nature. For Master, this is not a good thing."

This was Scáthach's perspective and the shared sentiment among the other Servants.

Even if Altera was summoned by Rozen, a Servant might not always obey their Master's commands. Some anti-heroic spirits might even pose a danger to their Masters, potentially trapping them in an irreversible situation.

Hence, it wasn't strange that Scáthach, leading the Servants, was cautious about Altera.

However...

"Your approval holds no value to me," Altera uncompromisingly declared. "I am merely Rozen's Servant. How I use my power is entirely up to him."

This was Altera's own will and the agreement between her and Rozen.

Though the personality of the Heroic Spirit Altera was vastly different from the giant Altera, she hadn't forgotten the events that transpired between her and Rozen.

"If you intend to obstruct me, then I will destroy you."

Altera's gaze, like a sharp blade, swept over all the Servants present.

"Step aside."

Altera revealed her sharpness in this manner.

This made Scáthach narrow her eyes, raising her spear, while Karna raised his divine spear, flames swirling around him.

The other Servants did the same, lifting their weapons and displaying an unwavering determination.

Only Mash and Jason spoke up to stop everyone.

"Everyone, please calm down for a moment," Mash quickly advised, taking a step forward.

"Have you all gone mad? We've just finished a hard battle! Why provoke such a monster!?" Jason exclaimed, looking terrified.

But the Servants continued to stare at Altera without any intention of backing down.

This finally made Altera frown, and she tightened her grip on her weapon.

The tense atmosphere became increasingly thick.

Until...

"Alright, that's enough. Stop it."

Rozen, watching the numerous Servants in a standoff, sighed and spoke, putting an end to it.

"Altera is my Servant. Drop your guard."

Rozen only said this one sentence.

This made many Servants look at Rozen.

Including Altera.

Then...

"Are you sure?"

Scáthach stared directly into Rozen's eyes, speaking with unprecedented seriousness.

"Are you sure you can handle her?"

Scáthach posed this question.

So, Rozen smiled wryly.