The deserted outskirts of Shinto.
Relying on his innate skills, "Battle Continuation" and "Rallying the Spirits," Lancer had endured Berserker's relentless pursuit for over an hour!
"Tch!"
Clutching his spear as he sprinted with all his might, Lancer—whose body was practically covered in wounds—glanced back at Berserker, who still refused to let up, and clicked his tongue heavily.
Lancer was honestly troubled. How had things ended up like this?
For the first time in this Holy Grail War, he could fight with everything he had without worrying about so much!
For the first time, he was free from the restraints of those Command Spell orders—fight every Servant, but do not kill them; the first opponent you encountered had to be kept alive!
Two happy things had come together, and those two joys should have brought him even more joy!
What he should have received was a blissful, satisfying time like a dream!
But...
Why?
Why did it have to be Berserker?!
He could not beat him, could not kill him—once he killed him once, the same move no longer worked—and the bastard just would not stop chasing him...
What the hell did I ever do to piss you people off?
And that silver-haired little girl, what the hell did she mean by, "We just happened to run into a Lancer, so let's use him to test our strength~"?
What was that even supposed to mean?
What did she take me for?
Then again, it seemed his little bro was in danger too, and there was no way he could get free to save him.
Little bro, you're on your own...
Sighing deeply, Lancer spoke as though talking to himself. "Master, sorry. I can hold out until dawn at most. That guy's Noble Phantasm is just too broken."
With that, Lancer