"Mm."
It felt as though something were tightly constricting his chest, sending a sharp pain through him. But he still tried to ignore it and forced himself onward.
In short, "Black" Rider Astolfo had both hands and feet nailed to stakes, his movements sealed by fluid-like Magic Puppets. Like "Red" Berserker, he was effectively imprisoned.
He had been far too frank, even mixing in his own thoughts—"Ah, that was so refreshing!"—so it was only natural that "Black" Lancer—Vlad III—had flown into a rage upon hearing it.
The Masters who had learned "Black" Saber's true name also turned accusatory gazes toward "Black" Rider. After all, that had been Siegfried, the Dragon Slayer of the Netherlands. To the Black faction, he should have been an ace in the hole.
The Disappearing Spirit Form
After ordering Rider imprisoned, Lancer immediately returned to spirit form. Although his Master Darnic tried his best to soothe his emotions, he would probably find it difficult to vent his anger anytime soon. Had he been alive, there was no doubt someone would have needed to pay with their life to improve his mood.
Celenike, as the Master, drove everyone out of the underground prison before slapping Rider across the face. What displeased her most was that the sound had seemed rather light. Although Rider wore a serious expression, he showed no sign of unbearable pain—and more importantly, no trace of despair.
"Do you have any idea what kind of disaster you've caused?"
"I do, you know? I saved a Homunculus... that's all."
"Don't joke with me! Saber vanished. Saber, the finest of all the Servants! And without even fighting. There wasn't any battle at all! Vanishing because of internal conflict—there's nothing more ridiculous in the world! This is all your fault!"
Rider thought for a moment, then spoke