"Who do you think I am the son of?"
"You mean daughter, right?"
"From here, we can reach the audience hall the fastest. I think Assassin's Master should be directly above the audience hall."
Atalanta and Shirou had been running through the corridors of the Floating Garden for thirty minutes.
During that time, they had encountered neither enemies nor allies.
The situation seemed to be developing in a strange direction.
It was as if all the Servants participating in the war had vanished, leaving only the two of them alive.
Shirou suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?"
Atalanta asked in confusion.
"Someone's approaching."
"Huh? How could that be..."
Atalanta furrowed her brows. Although Shirou had slowed her down, she had never imagined that something could catch up to her from behind.
However, Shirou's suspicion was soon confirmed.
The Red Rider, whose presence had vanished once before, appeared in front of them.
"Rider, where have you been?"
Atalanta was just about to greet him when Shirou reached out and stopped her.
"Don't get close."
He sensed an unbelievably powerful killing intent from Rider.
Considering that the other party was the unruly Great Hero Achilles, this evil, frenzied aura was far too strange.
Atalanta also noticed the cavalryman's abnormality and asked in confusion,
"What happened, Rider?"
Achilles did not answer. He merely snapped his fingers, and a chariot drawn by three steeds immediately appeared behind him.
He stared at Shirou with hollow eyes and said, "Sorry, Black Saber...
Although we have no grudge against each other, you have to die here.
—Only after you die can this world be saved."
"Huh?"
Shirou frowned unhappily. What is this guy talking about?
On the other side, Achilles leaped directly onto the chariot and swung the reins.
The warhorses cried out and struck the ground