This was probably the only regret...
If there was a next time, I definitely—
"?"
The girl caught the familiar smell of earth mixed with death, along with the disinfectant scent unique to certain types of magi.
Mordred opened her eyes and found herself lying in the tomb that served as her base, with a man in sunglasses beside her.
"You... used a Command Spell?"
Mordred sat up and asked in astonishment. The man nodded.
"What the hell!"
Mordred collapsed onto the ground with an exasperated look.
She had already decided where she would die... but after all that, she hadn't died.
How depressing.
The girl rolled around on the ground and began throwing a tantrum.
"Master!"
Mordred reached out, her gaze fixed on the bulging pocket of Kaijiri Shishigami's jacket.
"I'm in a really bad mood right now. Give me one."
She had been curious for a long time. What kind of magic did such foul-smelling cigarettes possess to make hundreds of millions of people chase after them?
Kaijiri Shishigami guarded his cigarettes and flatly refused the girl's outstretched hand.
"No."
"Huh? Why!"
"'Black's' Saber told me that if Mordred asked me for a cigarette—absolutely don't give her one."
"How could youuuuuuuuuuu~~~~"
Mordred clutched her head and rolled around on the ground.
The resistance of the two Rulers did not last long.
Shirou Amakusa Tokisada had never stopped training during these sixty years.
Because he had gained a physical body after touching the Holy Grail during the previous ritual, he had regained the opportunity to grow.
Day after day of dull training had brought both his swordsmanship and magecraft to a second-rate level.
On top of that, with enhancement formulas from "Red's" Caster, Shakespeare, and "Red's" Assassin, Semiramis—
At present, apart from lacking a high-firepower Noble Phantasm,