Another false alarm.
The two looked at each other again.
"Was that... a Servant passing by?" Irisviel tilted her head.
"Uh... though I hate to admit it, it seemed so..."
This was rather awkward.
"What exactly was going on?"
"Puff puff puff... puff puff puff..." Irisviel had no idea what was happening.
"I don't either... hmm?!"
Another presence passed by.
By this point, Artoria understood.
"I see. There are two Heroic Spirits. One is fleeing, and the other is pursuing."
Artoria looked into the distance. Two hundred meters away, a red figure flashed past.
The scene on the stage shifted accordingly.
"Puff... puff..."
Diarmuid moved swiftly through the buildings.
A red "ghost" was chasing after him.
Like a patient hunter, she continued to pursue him.
Diarmuid had hunted before, so he knew this was a hunter driving her prey into a corner.
"My endurance is inferior to hers... Fortunately, I'm almost there!"
Diarmuid being hunted down was both unexpected and not unexpected.
During the day, Diarmuid had noticed this "Saber."
Or rather, at his Master's request, he had been searching for her all along.
There had been nothing unusual about that.
Yet he had been discovered.
Like a sharp-eyed hunter, that person had rushed at him before he could even get close.
—In broad daylight.
No magus would dare fight in public during the day.
Servants almost never fought during the day either... or that was how it was supposed to be.
Yet when she pulled out that greatsword, longer than she was tall, and prepared to smash it down, Diarmuid knew things had gone bad.
I'll die—I'll die—if that hits me, I'll never get away!
"My lord, I have arrived."
After rushing to the docks, Diarmuid was already panting heavily.
His Endurance was only Rank C, while hers was