However, "Red" Lancer stopped his attempt with a thrown spear.
"Obsession, resentment, or perhaps delusion? You are neither a magus nor a hero now. You are practically no one. The pain you suffered after becoming 'someone who is not yourself' must have been extraordinary. Stop clinging on, monster. You should disappear while you still can."
"Red" Lancer's accusation was indeed correct. The monster's suffering had truly been extraordinary.
It felt as though his very existence had been almost completely erased. Even his own name, the most fundamental element of a human being, felt like a stranger's name, stirring nothing within him.
Who was he? What exactly was he...? Even those concepts were about to vanish.
The only reason he had endured until now was the command of the second Command Spell. Though surrounded by six Servants and liable to lose his life at any moment, the vampire still roared loudly:
"Ha, hahaha! No way! I can't die yet, I can't be killed yet! No, until I obtain the Great Holy Grail, I will not die!"
Whenever an arrow struck him, he transformed into mist or bats. He even turned into a massive hound and tore at them with sharp fangs. Freely changing forms, his monstrous strength and claws could not only shatter Magic Puppets, but sometimes even wound Archer and the others with agility nearly akin to spatial teleportation.
However, with six Servants joining forces to surround him, they would not fall into a disadvantageous position no matter what. Looking at the overall situation, the Servants led by Ruler held the advantage. After all, they only needed to keep stalling for time. Once dawn arrived, the vampire's power would plummet. Dealing with him should become much easier then.
The problem was that he was trying to reach the place where