Chapters

“You’re awake!” The moment Emiya Shirou opened his eyes, an anxious voice called out beside him. Shirou turned toward the

“This time… it should truly be over.” Atalanta slowly lowered her bow. Even if her Noble Phantasm hadn’t managed to

“That Rider… he really pisses me off!” As Mordred dashed forward, she clenched her teeth, seething with irritation at Rider’s

Then, what became of the vanished Shirou Emiya? “Why…?” Astolfo stared down at Shirou Emiya’s unconscious body, bleeding profusely and

Red Rider and Archer had not initially followed Berserker here. Had they been tracking him, they’d never have missed the

“Not even a Master, yet he presumes to command us as one—utterly infuriating!” Atalanta muttered furiously as she raced through

“What…is that?!” Shirou’s voice trembled as he watched the emerald-green arrow vanish into the moonlight. In that instant, a bone-deep

“I just hope Sisigou-san’s Servant can quickly grasp the situation and stop tangling with Saber.” The dense mist completely obscured

“How about a temporary truce?” Arthur, enveloped by the thick mist, posed the question to Mordred. Right now, Arthur was

“Sisigou-san!” Shirou shouted urgently, extending his hand toward Sisigou as he desperately dashed forward, hoping to shove him out of