Over a hundred blows have been thrown, and Archer loses a sword every time a weapon is thrust. But it’s only for a moment as Archer has a sword in his hand in the next instant, forcing Lancer back a little each time. Lancer fi nally admits his carelessness. That even though he doesn’t know who is before him, he will be the loser if he dismisses him as a mere bowman. Those weapons are never disposable. The swords that Archer brought out must be excellent, but they cannot be his Noble Phantasm. He is the Servant Archer. So the Noble Phantasm he conceals must be a bow. “What’s wrong, Lancer? It’s not like you to just stand there and watch. Where’s the energy you had just now?” “…You’re talking crap, you cheater.” Lancer’s irritation is understandable. Even though Lancer fought as a spearman, Archer fended him off as a swordsman. Archer hasn’t shown anyof his abilities yet. “…All right then, I’ll ask you. What kind “What kind of hero are you? I’ve never heard of a bowman using two swords in my lifetime.” Lancer jeers at Archer. “On the other hand, it’s easy to tell who you are. It’s said that only the fastest heroes are chosen as the lancer, but you surpass even that. There aren’t three lancers in this world at your level. And on top of that, there’s only one with such agility.” “Oh. Well said, Archer.” At that instant. His vast murderous intent makes me forget to breathe. This is different from before. A stance free from contempt. The spearhead is lowered as if to strike the ground, and only his stare pierces Archer “In that case, you shall face my fi nishing blow.” “I won’t stop you. You’re an enemy I will have to defeat sooner or later.” Lancer’s body sinks down.At the same time. A chill like thorns fi lls the schoolyard. He’ll be beaten. I don’t know what kind of Noble Phantasm that is, but Archer will be beaten by this. It’s implausible since this is the fi rst time I’ve felt such an intuition, but there’s no doubt about it. My quest for the grail will soon be at its end. Archer will die when that lance is thrust. It is determined. Literally, Lancer’s lance is the embodiment of inescapable death And yet. Even though I know what’s going to happen, Because if I move even a fi nger, that will trigger the attack. So if anything can stop this battle and subsequently, Archers defeat... it would have to be.... “Who’s there!?” It would have to be the chance appearance of a stranger that I, no, we had all overlooked the entire time. The ghastly air coming from Lancer disappears as he follows the sudden sound of fl eeing footsteps. …That fi gure is defi nitely wearing our school uniform. Lancer stops his attack in order to go after the noise. “A student…!? Someone was still here!?” “It seems so. He did save our lives, though.” ”Lancer went after that guy. He saw us, so he probably went to eliminate him.......................................” 21.
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