Sigishvara, forest.
In a forest not far from the church, someone was waiting.
It was the dark-skinned, white-haired youth who had been praying in the church earlier.
The youth remained there, his eyes tightly shut.
He looked as though he were waiting for something.
Before long, what the youth had been waiting for arrived.
"Clang—!"
Amid a burst of dazzling light, two Servants appeared.
"Urgh...!"
The instant Archer landed on the ground, she dropped to one knee, clutching her chest with a pained expression.
"Big sis!"
Rider, whose true name was Achilles, immediately supported Archer.
Watching the two Servants who had arrived via Spatial Transfer, the youth opened his eyes.
"Thank goodness."
Genuine relief surfaced on the youth's face.
"Neither of you was hurt."
His tone was exceptionally sincere.
Anyone who heard that tone would instinctively feel favorably toward the youth.
Yet Achilles stared directly at him.
His eyes were filled with pure killing intent.
It was no joke.
Achilles truly intended to kill the youth before him.
Faced with such killing intent, the youth still wore that smile that made it impossible to dislike him.
Instead, the other Servant who had just arrived expressed her displeasure.
"What are you doing, Rider?"
With those words, a tall figure slowly emerged from behind the youth, as though rising from the shadows.
She was a breathtaking beauty.
She wore an extravagant red-and-black gown.
An air of decadence lingered around her.
An atmosphere of nobility, mystery, and danger radiated from within the beautiful woman.
She looked as though she had stepped straight out of a fairy tale.
A princess?
No, she was not something so innocent and pure.
Queen was a far more fitting description for her.
"Assassin?"
Achilles turned his gaze toward her and spoke in a low voice.
"I see. Were