Drake also rose to her feet.
"I saw something quite interesting, and I had no intention of fighting. But if you really intend to lay a hand on my Master, I'll gladly oblige."
Drake knew Artoria was strong. She did not want to fight Artoria.
But if Artoria insisted on fighting her, Drake would be happy to oblige at any time.
"..."
Artoria silently sheathed her sword.
At this point, she did not particularly want to fight either.
If the other party truly knew something, then perhaps she really did have... a solution?
Drake gave a soft laugh, then returned to the ship.
She grabbed her own Master, then tossed her backward into the cabin.
"Well, since we're not going to fight, let's just call this a first meeting for today. What a shame. I thought things would get a little more lively."
Drake looked around.
Quite a few people had actually come.
Atalanta, the Berserker, was waiting outside. Even Cursed Arm Hassan, the Assassin, was present, and Sakura's Medusa was not far away either.
Ironically, their old acquaintance Rin Tohsaka was absent—she was probably still at home looking through information.
The stage displayed the positions of all those Servants. Even if some of them hid well, White could see them perfectly clearly.
"Today is my defeat—Saber."
Cú Chulainn had also pulled himself together, and most of his injuries had already vanished.
"Lancer..."
Artoria looked at him as well.
"I did want to struggle a little longer. But my Master told me to return."
Cú Chulainn had actually wanted to keep fighting.
But Kirei Kotomine believed it was not the right time.
So Cú Chulainn could only concede defeat and retreat.
Drake's ship left the area.
The battle ended just like that.
"It's over, Master." On the other side, Atalanta