Meanwhile, after Saber and Kiritsugu Emiya departed, Medea used the Golden Fleece to heal her injuries and removed the Origin Bullet from her wound.
"Using one's own ashes as a catalyst, then firing them into the opponent's body to disrupt their magical energy?
That's quite an interesting idea. I never expected the mages of this era not to be entirely useless."
Medea crushed the Origin Bullet in her hand. Though her words carried praise, her seductive, lovely face wore an exceptionally ugly expression.
As everyone knew, Witches were notoriously vindictive, let alone the infamous Betrayer Witch Medea.
Medea had just discovered that Irisviel, whom she had gone to such trouble to capture, was not Saber's true Master. The Command Spells on her hand were merely a crude fake painted on.
Her Master, Yoru Machi, had achieved brilliant results, suppressing the other Heroic Spirit Servants until each of them retreated, while Medea had finally found an opening to capture two Masters.
But after all that, one of those two Masters turned out to be on their side, while the other was a fake...
And she had even been injured over one of those fakes. Not only had she failed to obtain a life-sized Saber figure, she had suffered a loss because of it. How could Medea, who had always been so petty, not be furious?
Irisviel was very beautiful and had a stunning figure, but unfortunately, she was not Medea's type. She was a married woman of the same sort as Medea herself and could not become one of her dress-up figures.
A life-sized Saber figure was Medea's ideal type. Thus, toward Irisviel, who shared similar attributes with her and had caused her injury, Medea lifted her by the neck with one hand, ready to finish her off.
"Master, the Holy