"Think you able to evade this one, perhaps? Fool. That arrogance shall be your last regret."

The Eleven Black Coffins began to stir. Their target: Rider of Black.

As if laughing, all the light cannons simultaneously fired, thus ending him—

"…What?"

Or rather, they should have.

The moon was absent in the sky. His madness abated. His trembling, on the other hand, subsisted.

And still, he was the white knight who never gives up. Sieg was holding on to Rider's back, clinging on him. No need for any words; all he could do right now was to believe in Rider.

Whether or not the Rider of Black had his sense of reason with him, always he would be a gallant knight. Always he would be—without a doubt—a Heroic Spirit.

"Alrighty, it's showtime! My heart may shiver in fear where no moonlight shines, yet still forward I shall go! Unbind—
Casseur de Logistille
Destruction Declaration!"

Rider then pulled out a book, which pages then began to tear themselves in pieces. They rode the wind, the pieces of paper falling as if in a dance.

The light cannons loomed ahead of them, faster than the speed of sound. Yet Rider of Black continued charging ahead without a care. Even Rider, who possessed A-ranked Magic Resistance skill, would be mowed down back to the ground by the anti-army class light cannons—yet the first to strike failed to reach him.

With a sound of steel breaking, the light cannon dissipated. Of course, there were more than one incoming; the meteor shower aiming at Rider began to rain down upon him.

But once the grimoire's True Name had been spoken—once Casseur de Logistille had been unbound, any and every forms of magecraft would be rendered useless.

Volume 5, Act 1, Page 26-27