It was the same familiar chapel. Lancer, who had just been transferred here by a Command Spell, stood with his spear in hand, scratching the back of his head with an awkward expression.
Kirie stood before him, his face as expressionless as ever. Yet whether it was just in his head or not, Lancer felt that his Master's face was full of disappointment—and that he was surely mocking him mercilessly inside.
This was already the third time!
The third time he had used a Command Spell to teleport away and save his life!
Even dogs had their pride, damn it!
After thinking it over, Lancer felt he should say something. Even if he had no idea what would be appropriate at a time like this, he still had to say something.
"Um..."
But the moment Lancer spoke, Kirie turned around and headed up the stairs. Let alone giving him an order, he did not even spare him a single extra expression!
That scene truly made Lancer feel slighted—profoundly slighted and humiliated!
To put it simply:
His Master was probably too exhausted to even care about him anymore!
After standing there in silence for nearly two minutes, Lancer finally turned around, assumed spirit form, and vanished from the chapel.
Objectively speaking, in terms of raw strength or stats, setting Berserker aside, Lancer did not think Rider was stronger than him. In fact, if they fought seriously and both brought out their greatest abilities, he definitely would not lose to Rider!
It was just that...
That woman simply had no honor in battle!
When Servants fought, didn't they usually exchange some trash talk first, test each other out for a few rounds, and save their ultimate moves and Noble Phantasms for the end?
But Rider did not play by the rules at