We had to wrap this up early—the Holy Grail War had already undergone an abnormal change.
After tonight's Banquet of Three Kings, we should end the war as soon as possible and seize the Grail.
When Sakutsuki opened his eyes again, his golden gaze was already brimming with violence, turning fierce and dangerous.
"Sorry, but I'm in a terrible mood right now."
Sharp, grotesque, destructive, chilling... countless weapons of every kind emerged around him, guarding Sakutsuki like a sea of stars.
The white-haired, golden-eyed young man looked at the two fakes without expression.
"So don't hold any expectations for your own fate."
He delivered the final verdict upon the two dead men.
—Trace On!
Amid a sonic boom, Noble Phantasms cleaved apart Noble Phantasms, magecraft shattered divine lightning, and the young man brandished his unstoppable spear-blade as he crashed headlong into the shadow Servants!
With the shriek of brakes, the silver-white sports car sped across the finish line before slowly coming to a halt in the center of the castle.
The gullwing doors opened, and Saber and Irisviel stepped out, their eyes filled with deep reluctance.
"Were we still too late...?"
In order to catch Sakutsuki, they had not slowed down at all. Saber had even used Magic Burst, charging recklessly all the way to the finish line.
Yet even so, they had not seen that silver-green motorcycle. In other words—they had still lost.
That also meant Illya was still in Sakutsuki's hands, her fate unknown.
Kiritsugu had accepted defeat long ago. He silently got out of the car and began contacting Maiya Hisau.
"Illya..." Irisviel sank to her knees, utterly distraught.
Just then, Kiritsugu's surprised voice rang out. "What did you say?"
This was immediately followed by a burst of cheerful footsteps. Like a delighted fawn, a girl dashed