Useless against me!
Though she was the Knight King, when it came to securing provisions, she was also capable of burning villages and driving out their inhabitants.
That was the bearing a king should have in the face of adversity.
Sometimes, certain "necessary sacrifices" had to be made.
"Despicable? This is called strategy, Knight King." Christopher Columbus spread his hands, his smile carrying a conqueror's coldness. "On the battlefield, victory is everything. The means don't matter—isn't that right, Master~?"
"Hahaha, exactly, exactly!"
Shinji Matou had never smiled so happily while being made to Take Responsibility.
He was already imagining White kneeling before him.
Shinji Matou waved the Grimoire in his hand. "Surrender to me, or those people will—"
"—I considered the possibility, but I never thought you'd really sink this low, Shinji."
A dignified voice cut off Shinji's rampant arrogance.
Then, an arrow whistled in from high above the outer edge of the dockyard.
It pierced the spellwork on the containers with perfect accuracy.
"What—?!"
Christopher Columbus's eyes widened as he watched his spellwork instantly collapse, unable to believe it.
Immediately afterward, a red figure leaped down from the highest point of the container yard.
"Rin!" White cried out.
"To avoid drawing Rider's attention, I had Archer keep a little farther away." Rin brushed at her hair, then looked toward Artoria beside her. "I did say I'd help cover for you a little, but concealing a Noble Phantasm like that is quite exhausting, you know."
Only White and Artoria had come to the scene.
But Rin, Sakura, and Archer had all arrived as well.
It was precisely because of their work behind the scenes that Artoria could use her Noble Phantasm in broad daylight without restraint.
"My apologies." Artoria apologized to Rin.
She had nearly fired another one just now...