"Black" Assassin merely stared blankly at her Master's corpse. Even if left alone, it should naturally disappear, but it was hard to say whether a new Master might appear.
Better finish her off. Thinking this, Archer drew her bow and fired an arrow. Assassin remained crouched beside the corpse without moving. Perhaps she had not even understood that the other side had fired an arrow.
That would be for the best, Archer thought. It would be best if she simply abandoned everything and left this world. Regrets, hopes, despair—none of it mattered as long as it disappeared.
Assassin only convulsed for an instant when the arrow pierced her heart. She did not even let out a cry.
"Red" Archer approached her in surprise. The arrow should have accurately destroyed "Black" Assassin's spiritual core, yet she showed no reaction at all.
She felt no pain, nor did she disappear. It was an extremely abnormal sight. Assassin merely gazed silently up at the sky. That vacant expression clearly showed that she was no longer capable of fighting.
And yet, a chill ran down "Red" Archer's spine, along with an inexplicable fear.
Heroic Spirits were supposed to be brave beings who had overcome every fear. As one of them, Atalanta naturally understood that well.
She had never feared a forest in the dead of night, nor had she been frightened by the massive boar released by a god.
Even on a battlefield where a moment's carelessness could mean death, she could charge through with a smile. That should not have changed in the Holy Grail War.
There was no reason to feel fear in this situation. The enemy had already been defeated, and even if she had not been completely dealt with, she was on the verge of death. This was enemy territory,