"Hmm?"
It was only natural for Assassin to be bewildered. Just before she could use the mist to completely erase her presence, her arm had been cut.
Not a Servant. If it had been, Assassin should have sensed it. Not a human. Humans absolutely could not endure this mist. Not a mage. If it had been a mage, even cutting her with a blade should not have caused any damage.
"Who?"
If her earlier words had carried an innocent quality that inspired fear, then this question was filled with nothing but pure, icy killing intent.
"..."
The silent boy covered his eyes with one hand. Though he clearly had sight, he could not see anything. He did not seem to possess the power to resist the mist either.
And yet, he had hurt her. He had done something that hurt so, so badly. Just like those women. Just like those mothers. He had done something unforgivable.
"I... will kill you...!"
"I should be the one saying that, Assassin."
Though his eyes were narrowed, the boy was not overwhelmed in the slightest. Instead, he glared fiercely at Assassin.
Their killing intent nearly reached its peak, but time was cruel. Rider's Servant was about to enter the battlefield.
No matter how furious she was, Assassin had no desire whatsoever to fight a battle she had no chance of winning.
"Next time, I will definitely kill you."
With that, Assassin vanished along with the mist. The thick fog around them instantly dispersed, and the sky returned to its hazy dusk colors.
"We're saved."
"Black" Archer said as she picked up her Master. It seemed she was safe. It was remarkable that she had survived after confronting a Servant.
"That was... Assassin?"
"Yes, that was Jack the Ripper. Unfortunately, even her appearance has become