"Red Rider...! Red Archer...!"
Seeing the two Servants of the Red Faction suddenly appear before her and block her path, Jeanne finally realized.
"Black Archer's presence has disappeared...!?"
That was right.
The presence of that great sage from Greek mythology had vanished completely.
"What's so surprising about that, Saintess?"
Achilles carried the Cross Spear over his shoulder, smiling with his eyes closed.
"Isn't it only natural for a disciple to surpass his master?"
No one could have missed the implication.
In other words, Chiron had been defeated.
Defeated by his former disciple, Achilles, the demigod hero of Greek mythology.
Looking closely, Achilles was covered in wounds as well, with even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He had clearly been through a fierce battle.
But the result of that battle was Chiron's defeat and Achilles' victory.
"Don't worry."
Without opening his eyes, as though afraid his gaze would betray the emotions in his heart, Achilles spoke to Jeanne as if suppressing his feelings.
"I didn't touch those siblings. No matter what, they were people my teacher looked after. I'm not heartless enough to kill them all."
It seemed that after defeating Chiron and surpassing his former mentor, Achilles felt not only joy, but sorrow, pain, and guilt. His emotions were likely a tangled mess.
Even Atalanta wore an unhappy expression.
"The battle over there hadn't even been decided, yet that Empress moved me here without consulting me."
That was rather unexpected.
Even Chiron had been defeated, yet Astolfo, whose combat ability was not particularly strong, had held out.
Still, Astolfo possessed all manner of miraculous Treasure Tools.
With those Treasure Tools, even if he could not defeat Atalanta, they were probably enough for him to protect himself and his Master.
Jeanne could sense that Astolfo's presence