Waver wore a conflicted expression. "But I feel that the ability to heal injuries actually came from Teacher Touko."
"Boy, is that your judgment?"
Iskandar raised an eyebrow slightly and asked seriously, "As someone who is Aozaki Touko's student, your judgment should be more convincing than mine."
"...I don't really have any basis for it~"
Waver scratched his head in distress. "It's just that I feel an existence like Teacher Touko shouldn't have fallen into a deadly predicament so easily, only to escape and resolve it just as easily. This whole situation feels almost like a farce, as if Teacher Touko deliberately did it."
"Hmm... assuming what you said is true~"
Iskandar stroked his chin and pondered. "Then what reason would she have? Wouldn't doing this expose even more information?"
"I'm not sure either..."
Waver shook his head helplessly. "Perhaps this really was an accident. After all, reality is sometimes more fantastical than stories."
"We can't tell anything without enough information~"
Iskandar patted Waver on the shoulder, then said in surprise, "Oh my, it seems the battle has suddenly changed again. A pitch-black Heroic Spirit has entered the battlefield."
At that, Waver turned his gaze toward the battlefield. A crazed, pitch-black figure charged out from a corner, carrying a Black Demon Sword as he rushed toward Saber.
In that instant, Waver blurted out, "That guy... is Berserker!"
Indeed, such a crazed and irrational appearance could only belong to the Holy Grail class Berserker. There was absolutely no other possibility.
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Meanwhile.
"Thanks, Saber~"
Aozaki Touko pushed Artoria away and wiped the moisture from the corner of her lips. Then she picked up the spear beside her, spun it in a dazzling flourish, and said to Diarmuid:
"Don't leave so soon, Lancer. Let's begin the second round."
Now that her