Our side had just lost Saber. You should know very well how important a combat asset he was to us.
"So now, we should all the more—"
Vlad III frowned unhappily. "Darnic, are you planning to make me repeat myself?"
"Mm... Yes, my deepest apologies."
Darnic bowed respectfully to his Servant and said in a deep voice, "I shall obey your will."
On the way back to Milenia Castle, "Black" Archer walked over to Astolfo and struck up a conversation.
"Is that boy who defeated Saber really strong?"
"Mm, super strong. Ridiculously strong. He might even be stronger than Lancer~"
Astolfo muttered the dangerous remark under his breath. If Vlad III heard it, he might well lose his life.
Archer looked at his beaming expression and immediately understood. He could also roughly guess what had happened before they arrived.
However, he had no intention of informing anyone.
On the contrary, if he had been there, he probably would have lent a hand as well.
Perhaps it was professional instinct.
"Black" Archer, who had once been the teacher of many great heroes, yearned to leave something behind for this world, even after receiving a false second life.
"Tell me more about that boy."
"Sure."
Astolfo vividly recounted how he had been riding his hippogriff when he was caught in the aftershock of the Noble Phantasm clash.
Behind the two of them, the girl in the pure-white wedding dress—Berserker—silently followed along, listening to their conversation.
"Mm... Hmm~"
Ruler slowly opened her heavy eyes.
"Where is this... Mm... Huh? Huhhhh?
"Ar, Ar... Artorius? Why am I being held in your arms!?"
Jeanne's cheeks flushed instantly. She parted her lips in disbelief.
She could not understand the situation before her. Why was I lying in Artorius's arms!?
Shirou rolled his