Of course, forcing a breakthrough would not be difficult. Within these Hanging Gardens, Red Assassin was practically an absolute authority. Suppressing Red Lancer with sheer strength before killing those five people would be effortless. However, that would not be a covert assassination, but simple combat.
In other words, there was a risk of the Master and other Servants learning about it. It was not a particularly serious matter, but it was not a sight suitable for others to witness. Thus, whenever she saw Lancer blocking her path, Red Assassin could only retreat without a word.
Even so, after repeating this so many times, she had begun to feel irritated. Red Assassin said:
"You should give up, Lancer. They will not wake up for the duration of this battle, and you have no obligation to obey their orders, do you?"
Her voice contained thorns that were difficult to conceal. Rider and Archer were comparatively easy to understand, because they were both typical heroes. Foolish warriors who could not stand without flaunting their strength and displaying their skills, who charged across the battlefield waving lofty honor and dignity like banners.
But Red Lancer Karna was somehow separated from them. Though his birth and experiences were flawless, there was an extremely obvious difference between him and the many heroes Semiramis had known.
"The relationship between Master and Servant is not an obligation, but a contract—a bond. Assassin, you probably did not assist Shirou Kotomine out of obligation either."
"Of course not. He and I are bound by a Master-Servant contract. But Lancer, your Master should be Shirou, not these people."
After saying that, Assassin pointed at the man whom Red Lancer still regarded as his Master.
It was an ordinary smile, yet one filled with mockery and provocation that no normal hero could