Mashu:
The heat source of the Fantasy Tree has been lost! But......

You:
Beowulf, I'll leave it to you!

Beowulf:
That's just impossible!?
This thing has a diameter of 300 meters you know!?

Mashu:
!
Master, over there......!!
At the root of the tree, something is───

The mysterious, silvery woman suddenly appears before the Fantasy Tree.

Billy:
......that is......a human? No, but......that's strange......
My fingers won't move. The feeling to shoot, doesn't seem to come forth.
Wait, but why did I try to target my bullets on that......?

Beowulf:
......Grendel. No, that's wrong. Grendel was a faceless monster but it had a proper form.
But, what's with that......? Its definitely showing itself to us, but its as if its not actually there......!

Mashu:
Border, can you hear me, Border!
At the root of the Fantasy Tree, please investigate that spot for 30 meter radius on ground!
Something is there!
As soon as possible, display it on the monitor!

Muniel and Holmes have already done so but there's nothing on the monitor.

Muniel:
Well, the monitor has been properly set but, there's nothing so shocking there───

Holmes:
-No. That's ridiculous. There's nothing. We can't see anything at all......!?
Da Vinci! There are no errors with the instruments right!?

Da Vinci:
Yup. There's no problem with the readings.
This is the reality at hand, Holmes.
Whatever they are seeing is the truth. Though we can't see anything from our end.

Back at the Tree, Mashu is still unsure about what to do next.

Mashu:
What is happening here!? Should we treat that as the enemy!?

Holmes:
Mashu. That figure or whatever, cannot be detected by our side. But, certainly in front of you there is something there.
That is because, over there there is "Nothing at all".
All kinds of signals emitted from the earth, don't exist there.
A 'blank space' that's approximately one person.
A void-like loss spread out into the surrounding space.
A machine would be unable to observe that figure but,
in that blank space, it would be able to prove that there is "something" there!

You:
What on earth───is that───

The silvery woman walks closer to the Fantasy Tree, and touches it. Something begins to crack.

Beowulf:
What the......!? The Fantasy Tree is───

The Fantasy Tree crystallizes and shatters. The silvery woman disappears.

Mashu:
The Fantasy Tree has collapsed......The mysterious lady has also vanished───
Wait a moment. This dense mana reaction is......a Holy Grail......!?

A Holy Grail manifests.

Da Vinci:
Holy Grail......no, an imitation of a Holy Grail......?
Well, for now we can't just leave it there, and right now we could really make use of any resource.
Mashu, Guda, I'm counting on you to retrieve it!

Mashu:
That's alright. As with all the other Holy Grails, I should be able to store it in my shield.
Imitation Holy Grail, I'll be storing it now.