[Suzerain of Sheol]

That makes five of his six enemies now gathered here in front of him, and to all appearances, not one of them has any kind of martial training. The scholar might know spells of destruction, but with that glaring lack of confidence, she will be helpless before him even if she proves somehow powerful enough to overwhelm the Shroud. And this newcomer, she certainly does not lack in assurance, but he'd bet his immortal soul that it comes from narcissism and vanity, not from the validation of decades of laying her life on the line in battle after fatal battle.

How do any of them hope to possibly oppose him? Do they not understand what it means to be an Executor? The only eventuality with which he need concern himself is the presence of the enemy Servants, but with two of his own, even that will be of no consequence in eliminating these hapless challengers. Naked and alone, Heinrich has no doubt that he could kill them all with little difficulty; armed as he is, this will be a massacre. His Holiness clearly overestimated the caliber of mages drawn to this absurd conflict.

Perhaps all the true wizards had more sense than oppose the Church in a Holy Grail War.

Setting aside any further concern for analysis, Heinrich at last seats himself at the table, directly across from the blond imbecile. It cannot be much longer, now.