Meanwhile, atop the walls of Fuyuki Castle, Darnic and his clansmen watched the battle unfold.
"Lord Darnic, the homunculus troops and golems are no match for the Magic Association. If we don't deploy the Servants soon, our army will be wiped out."
A severely overweight middle-aged man leaned close to Darnic and cautiously offered his advice.
Darnic nodded slightly, disappointment showing on his face. "I was hoping the vanguard could force out one or two of the enemy Servants' trump cards. It seems we underestimated the Magic Association's strength. Lancer, go meet the enemy. Are you confident?"
"Master, I swear upon my name that I will bring you victory." Karna knelt on one knee behind Darnic, head bowed, his expression exceedingly respectful.
"Very good. Go meet the enemy! Show the Magic Association what we're made of!"
With a sweep of Darnic's hand, Karna shot forth the next instant. Flames blazed beneath his feet as he descended upon the battlefield like a meteor.
"Master, may I go out and face the enemy as well?"
The speaker was a brown-haired middle-aged man with gentle, handsome features. He exuded the air of a sage and possessed a highly approachable demeanor. There was no doubt that he was a Servant.
"Archer..."
Fiore, seated in her wheelchair, was about to say something when she noticed that her Servant's expression had turned terrifyingly grim, as though a shadow had fallen over it.
Fiore paused. She wanted to grant her Servant's request, but remembering Darnic's orders, she could only decline gently. "Archer, as an Archer, it would be better for you to remain in the castle and provide long-range support."
"I'm sorry, Master. I understand your concern, but I must go this time, even if you use a Command Spell to order me otherwise." The brown-haired man's