The Whole of Ryudou Temple Has Turned into a Complete Mess! / You're Morgan, Aren't You?

"If the Holy Grail cannot find a certain person, it will begin searching from individuals most similar to the legend, Big Sister." Illya spoke as well, saying to White, "If that person is not the historical 'Sasaki Kojiro,' then they may be someone who mastered that person's special skill, or someone with a similar fate."

"I see." White seemed to understand.

She looked toward Illya. "There are some things... I want to discuss with you."

"But Big Sister and I have nothing to discuss." Illya looked at White coldly.

"Master." Artoria looked at White. White nodded.

Artoria then turned to Sasaki Kojiro as well. "Since the other side has stated his name, it would be in keeping with a knight's etiquette for me to give mine."

"—No need. Are you the sort who must answer when you learn the other person's name? Ah, so I'm the one lacking in charm." Sasaki Kojiro sighed.

"Assassin!" Medea was speechless.

She had almost learned Saber's true name just now!

Sasaki Kojiro ignored Medea behind him and instead turned to Artoria.

"Since you just stole my opponent—then entertain me instead, Saber!"

Sasaki Kojiro elegantly stepped down the stone stairs and faced Artoria.

Illya, meanwhile, did not move at all. Berserker stood before her as well, completely indifferent to everything around them.

Medea watched anxiously.

Author's Note:

Solomon: That's right, that's right, 2333.

First update desu~

Keep going, keep going~

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

No, that was not quite right.

Because one pair of Servants was still fighting.

Blades crossed. Countless sword trails from countless swings, layer upon layer of blade-light—sword and blade collided, scattering sparks.

Artoria was indeed going all out now.

But Sasaki Kojiro also had Medea's magecraft supporting him from behind.

They had already exchanged dozens of blows,