With another Caster, Nero was determined to not let herself be shown up; her pride simply wouldn't allow her Master to believe that he had summoned an inferior magic user! Unfortunately, that meant taking time away from complicated meal preparation... whilst being able to get fresh fish helped, and she could certainly supply fresh fruit and vegetables--including for some reason a lot of different pears--the blonde could still be overheard muttering about liquamen for some reason. Something about annoying philosopher's disapproving, but he was right that it was troublesome to make...

The result was having considerable time left over before nightfall to start praying for protection--or, from her attitude, demanding it. The result was the same, with near-invisible clay symbols left littering the ground all around the outside of the city in time for the attack. Not a targetted defence, by any means, but as the wolves and zombies came closer its indiscriminate, if steadily ablating via force of numbers, nature became clear.

Every time one of the defensive charms was triggered, a bolt of lightning would strike the creatures from above. And Nero had sown the field quite thoroughly, which would drastically lessen the chance of something slipping past the Servants to the walls. A Caster, after all, excelled on the defence.