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Taking in the introductions of the two who spoke up after him, the Caster's excitement only continued to boil. 

-However.

That man, Rider-class Henry Fjord of America or something, had offered to create their home base. 

Ridiculous! Absurd! Laughable! 

For one such as Daedalus, crafting a territory equivalent to a great Noble Phantasm was mere child's play! He was already dreaming of what to include in it. It would have to be mobile, for starters, so it would need to be bound to a non-stationary keystone. It could leverage the nature of his Noble Phantasm's true name release. Automatic magical energy materialization. Mana domination. Standard defense loadout. Some of the traps from the Labyrinth but re-branded. A Super Daedalus Lounge with refreshments. It would be perfect!

And this Henry Fjord, how absurd! Did he not know that he said this in the company of the builder of the great Labyrinth, one whose aptitude for creating spaces stood at the pinnacle among Heroic Spirits?!

...oh. 

Oh wait. He didn't. Daedalus hadn't introduced himself.

Whoops.

[color=4ab837]"There is no need for that, Henry Fjord! If it is the art of creating a 「HOME BASE」, look no further than the one standing before you! I announce, you are beholden to none other than Daedalus: THE GREATEST! GENIUS! IN! HISTORY! With the right 「MATS SOURCE」, I shall craft us a 「Super Daedalus Alien World」 that surpasses even my Labyrinth! Witness, and be amazed!"[/color]

A madman he undoubtedly was, but an idiot he was not.

Mostly. 

Probably. 

Regardless, the telltale concentration of magical energy that tied into summoning of a Phantasmal Species was something that would be obvious to any Servant, let alone a member of the Caster class. Similarly, the 'weight' that such an existence has in spiritual rank, its 'strength as an existence', is generally not inferior to that of a Servant. Were that not the case, they would not be of a Servant's concern to begin with. 

As a result, the crocodile Neith had called forth was well within the notice of the man wailing on an electric guitar, from the moment that it had appeared. Really, the same would be true for any Servant with even a shred of competence. And, if it was a contest of observation, first impressions aside, Daedalus stood near the top among those Servants present.

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It was only reasonable (for Daedalus, at least), that at the sight of a member of the Phantasmal Species attempting to be sneaky, he acted in kind. From behind the Caster, a pair of wings unfurled and he took to the air, still playing his guitar all the while. 

It was when the crocodile was standing below, ready to pounce up at Daedalus, that the trap was sprung.

[color=4ab837]"Submit and become my experience points!"[/color]

A harsh chord was strummed along the guitar, and the guitar case left behind on the ground flared to life in response. Likely before the crocodile was ready to gauge what was happening, the guitar case did something that is not typical for guitar cases to do. 

This being that it began shooting literal missiles at the crocodile, all the while Daedalus continued to rise higher into the air, playing away without pause. 

Once the crocodile's demise was verified, the lunatic would descend back down to the ground, materialize another Ether Clump in his hand, and shape it into what looked to be a saw as he examined the body of the crocodile.

[color=4ab837]"EXCELLENT! Thank you for the 「MATS SOURCE」! I can utilize this to begin work on the aforementioned 「HOME BASE」, as well as begin work on 「Super Daedalus Armaments」 for our usage!"[/color]

And so he began work, as though he had done something entirely normal, as opposed to whatever the hell that had just been.