"----!"
In the forest some distance from the stairs, Archer crouched on a tree branch and witnessed her arrow being intercepted.
Archer's brows twitched.
It was a sign of anger.
There were two reasons for Archer's anger.
One was the fact that her arrow had actually been shot down by someone else's arrow, one fired with equal or even greater skill.
Prey sometimes evaded shots, and no archer could truly hit every target without fail. Archer herself accepted that readily and had never considered it shameful for a shot to be dodged or blocked. But having her arrow shot down by another shot, using the same kind of arrow, was an entirely different matter.
The other reason was a fact laid bare before her eyes.
That fact was that her arrow had been shot down by an attack from afar.
What did that signify?
It meant that the Servant of the Master currently walking up the mountain as though he had noticed nothing was likely not beside him at all, but lying in wait somewhere distant and sniping from there.
They had come to enemy headquarters, yet he had not even brought his Servant with him?
This went far beyond merely being brave without strategy.
"I see. You are looking down on us?"
Those two facts were enough to infuriate even the composed female hunter.
Of course, Archer remained utterly calm on the surface.
"Then let me see whether you can reach the summit beneath my fire."
With that declaration, Archer raised her bow.
It was a Western bow longer than Archer herself, painted black and decorated with golden patterns.
This was no ordinary bow.
If Archer revealed her True Name, anyone would understand one thing.
This bow had been bestowed by a god and was also the object of