Yet despite the unmistakable hostility directed at her, Red Assassin's composed demeanor did not change in the slightest.
"Well then, by the grace of the Great Holy Grail, I've suddenly been struck by inspiration. Please excuse me first!"
"Come on, shouldn't you at least lend a hand?"
Ignoring everyone's helpless stares, Caster hurried off to the workshop specially built for him... in other words, the "study."
"Oh, right, there's something I forgot to mention. This garden does not belong to Romania. You should keep that in mind during the battle."
Having left those words behind, Red Assassin vanished. As for the Great Holy Grail... though it was moving quite slowly, it was indeed being peeled away from Trifas bit by bit.
Since the garden had drawn close to the stronghold, the Servants could probably reach it with a single leap.
"I'll deal with Black Lancer, Vlad III."
After saying that, Red Lancer raised his divine spear. Red Rider naturally chose his teacher, Black Archer Chiron, while Red Archer decided to set his sights on the Caster he had first encountered.
The offense and defense had switched. The Black faction's Servants had to reclaim the Great Holy Grail before it was taken away, while the Red faction's Servants had to defend it until they had completely seized it.
With the shift in offense and defense, the situation had also reversed. The Millennia Stronghold, once hailed as an impregnable fortress, had now become useless junk. The side holding the overwhelming advantage was now the Red faction.
However, there was another problem in the current situation: Ruler was rushing this way. Yet only Red Assassin, Caster, and their Master Shirou had realized it.
Whether Black, Red, or Ruler... they all understood that this was entirely a race against time. During the few minutes