Miracle Summoner

"Master!"

Bedivere turned his head and looked at Rozen.

Seeing this, Rozen closed his eyes slightly.

At this moment, Rozen's consciousness completely immersed itself into his body.

More precisely, it should be said that he was fully submerged in the magic circuits within his body.

Here, an endless ocean-like vast and turbulent magical power surged.

No one knew that within the body of an ordinary human, such power on a planetary scale could flow.

And now, with a single thought from its master, this power began to change.

"Rumble..."

Like an ocean experiencing tremors, the seemingly infinite magical power began to churn, gradually condensing, intertwining, and compressing.

Under these circumstances, the quality of the magic within Rozen's body underwent a complete transformation.

"Boom!"

With the sound of vibration, the surging blue magical power transformed into crimson compressed mana.

"Boom!"

Amidst the booming sound, the red compressed mana then transformed into radiant High-Grade Mana.

Though complex in description, all of this happened in just an instant.

In that brief moment, the ocean-like magic within Rozen's body surged and evolved—from ordinary mana to Compressed Mana, and then from compressed magic to High-Grade Mana—emitting terrifying waves of power.

With just a single thought, Rozen transformed all the magic within his circuits into High-Grade Mana compressed to the extreme, only one step away from Foreign Mana.

As a result, from Rozen's body, a terrifying and radiant spiritual aura ascended like burning divine light.

"What...!?"

Mash and Artoria [Alter] were stunned.

"This is...!?"

Inside Chaldea, Roman, Da Vinci, and Olga Marie were equally shocked.

"This power...!"

Even Artoria's pupils contracted in astonishment.

"Buzz...!"

The surrounding space trembled repeatedly under the effect of the terrifying radiant aura.

Rozen's presence and overwhelming pressure expanded exponentially in that instant.

His aura even surpassed that of Artoria, who was a divine spirit.

At last, Rozen had unleashed his greatest trump card—his High-Grade Mana.

Although the planetary-scale magical power had been drastically compressed, reducing its overall volume, the High-Grade Mana flowing within Rozen still far exceeded that of the Fourth Primogenitor and was even superior to the Holy Grail and Dragon Veins.

This was Rozen's true power.

"Boom!"

With another deafening roar, behind Rozen, the wings symbolizing the activation of the Crimson Wing Formation spread open.

However, to everyone's shock, the wings that unfolded this time were not red but a dazzling, sacred gold—radiant like divine light.

Rozen lifted his head, his eyes turning into brilliant golden hues.

Since the energy emitted through his secret technique was no longer ordinary mana but High-Grade Mana compressed to the extreme, the wings and his eyes transformed into a divine golden brilliance upon activating the Crimson Wing Formation.

Now, Rozen appeared both noble and sacred—he looked more like a divine being than even Artoria.

Next, Rozen extended both hands, releasing ten radiant, dazzling, and piercing magic threads that connected to Bedivere's body.

This was not to supply Bedivere with magic.

Bedivere was not a Servant but a human. Without forming a contract with Rozen, he could not receive Rozen's High-Grade Mana.

The reason Rozen connected the magic threads to Bedivere was solely for inscription.

To inscribe runes.

And not just any runes—

"Primordial Runes...!"

With her divine eyesight, Artoria immediately recognized the nature of the runes Rozen was inscribing.

They were none other than the runes of Norse mythology, the crystallization of divine wisdom held by the chief god Odin—the Primordial Runes.

Rozen was using High-Grade Mana to engrave the Primordial Runes onto Bedivere.

No mistake, no hesitation, every stroke precise.

"Allfather Seal • Mold Excitation!"

///It's Brynhild's support field effect from LB 2, Act 12///

Rozen unleashed the true power of this ancient wisdom.

The eighteen Primordial Runes, obtained at great cost by the gods themselves, were hundreds of times more potent than modern rune magic.

They were divine-era magic close to true magic itself, a wisdom on par with divine authorities. Though Rozen had learned this wisdom from Scáthach, he had never fully awakened its true power until now.

This was unavoidable.

True Primordial Runes were coveted even by gods. As crystallizations of divine power, using them merely as ordinary rune magic was safe, but if one attempted to unleash their full might without a high level of divinity, the result would be annihilation—soul and all.

Thus, Rozen had always used them as enhanced versions of modern runes, far superior but still far from their true divine power.

The only time Rozen had ever fully unleashed the Primordial Runes was in the world of the Sky Wizards, where he used them to forge a mana furnace for refining Foreign Mana. He had also inscribed them onto a divine entity summoned through the Divine Summoning, securing enough power to complete the refining process.

And even then, he had relied on the combined power of Kinu and Gyokuto to accomplish this feat. If he had attempted it alone, he would have been obliterated.

Now, however, Rozen had awakened the Allfather Seal by himself, unleashing the true power of the Primordial Runes.

This was only possible due to the ascension brought about by extradimensional magic.

In other words, only while using High-Grade Mana could Rozen activate this power.

Though Rozen lacked inherent divinity, the ascension from Foreign Mana granted him the ability to wield all mysteries—whether it was the Crimson Wing Formation or the Primordial Runes.

Thus, Rozen inscribed the awakened divine power of the Primordial Runes onto Bedivere's body.

Then—

"Boom—!"

The atmosphere trembled.

"Ahhhhhh...!"

Bedivere let out an agonized roar.

On his body, sacred and profound runes pulsed, causing his strength to skyrocket.

"Boom!"

The next moment, Bedivere pushed off the ground, launching forward like a cannon blast, leaving a trail of afterimages as he shot toward Artoria.

"...!"

Artoria snapped out of her daze and instinctively raised her Holy Lance.

"Clang—!"

The clash of weapons thundered across the battlefield.