"So, only the two of us are left?" Achilles said to Siegfried after Shirou left in pursuit of Atalanta.
"..."
From the very beginning of the Holy Grail War, Siegfried's Master, Gordes, had ordered him to keep silent. Now, Siegfried was as tight-lipped as ever, making conversation with him difficult for Achilles.
"Ah, compared to you, I was just thinking of fighting that strange Berserker of yours. At least that guy would've been far more interesting than you."
Though he said that, Achilles kept the tip of his spear pointed at Siegfried. His earlier thrust had failed to wound Siegfried, but Achilles had already worked out a possible reason.
Perhaps the man across from me was also one of those heroes with an immortal body!
In theory, Heroic Spirits were still human. Even if they possessed the bloodline of another race, that fact could not be changed. As long as they were human, they could not be immortal.
"A smile on the battlefield might become an insult to one's opponent," Siegfried said calmly.
"I think cheerful people are the ones who find salvation!"
The next moment, Achilles stomped on the ground and charged at Siegfried like a cannonball, his fierce momentum and astonishing speed beyond what most Servants could match.
Siegfried immediately counterattacked with the greatsword in his hand. Sword and spear collided, and the surging magical energy formed a hurricane that ravaged the surroundings.
"Haha, not bad, Saber of the Black Faction!" Achilles laughed. The short spear in his hand seemed to come alive. They were clearly ordinary basic moves, yet when linked together, they possessed formidable power.
Siegfried frowned slightly. Achilles was proving extremely troublesome; his attacks seemed to have no effect at all.
Immortality? Perhaps. Since both he and Karna had appeared, it would not be strange