“—But you’re still too fragile!”

Suddenly, the air in the cavern had been cleaved apart. However, Faker’s strike stopped a few inches before it could split Touko’s skull without making a sound. The blade quivered as it stayed there.

“—Well done, Svin.” I said in a low voice.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” he responded pithily.

Svin was the one who had stopped the Heroic Spirit’s sword. He had enveloped his body with Bestial Magecraft.

However, it wasn’t just Bestial Magecraft, the hand that had caught the sword was covered in silver armor that did not interfere with the Bestial Magecraft. That was to say, it was armor made from adjusting part of Trimmau. After seeing Faker absorb the ammunition shot out by the crystal damselflies that had turned into guns, I had ordered Svin to join the fight and manipulated Volumen Hydrargyrum.

Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files: Grand Roll (Middle); Chapter 1, Part 3