The Emperor's Lifelong, Indelible Shame

"Such unbelievable strength and speed! Is this the power of Berserker in this Holy Grail War?" Saber murmured, her eyes wide.

Having just fought Lancer, she knew very well that his Strength parameter should have been on par with hers, while his Agility far exceeded her own.

So, if Lancer could be killed in one hit without the use of a Noble Phantasm, then she would not fare much better in his place.

"Saber! If you get the chance, use your Noble Phantasm! Don't hesitate! Berserker's strength seems to be beyond imagination!" Irisviel's voice was full of concern.

"Yes! Understood!"

Saber nodded lightly, her eyes fixed on Allen, who stood in the center of the battlefield.

Allen was also sizing up the most popular female character in the entire series.

Through that brief exchange, he had basically confirmed that although these Heroic Spirits possessed strength, agility, and speed beyond human limits, their basic parameters were far lower than his.

The only problem was that Noble Phantasms seemed to contain some sort of power of rules, capable of ignoring the physical laws of the real world and directly harming the body.

Compared to the One Piece World, the Holy Grail War in the Fate World was clearly far more dangerous.

Some Heroic Spirits' Noble Phantasms could very well pose a genuine threat to his life.

Silver hair!

Violet eyes!

A height of around one meter seventy!

And a somewhat youthful, beautiful face like that of a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy!

All the Magi watching this battle frantically searched through their memories, trying to find a historical or mythological figure matching that description.

After all, the more powerful a Servant was, the more famous they ought to be in history and mythology.

But unfortunately, no matter how hard they racked their brains,