Indeed, he held another Excalibur—Excalibur Morgan—but judging from the power output of the Tyrant's Hammer Shirou had unleashed earlier, it fell far short of the holy sword in her hands.
Although it was the same sword, the difference in magical power between its wielders was simply too great.
Even if Shirou released all his power, it would be difficult for him to reach the level of an A++ Anti-City Noble Phantasm.
At most, it would be an A- Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, or perhaps a B- Anti-City Noble Phantasm.
Even if he could instantly slice away part of its body, the monster's nature allowed it to regenerate rapidly.
To kill it for certain, she would have to unleash the holy sword herself.
Saber believed that destroying the Sea Monster was her own mission, but...
Why?
Artoria looked at Shirou's back and felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
His back was not broad in the slightest, and his limbs were slender. At the end of the day, he was just a child.
Yet Saber felt that if it were him, he might really be able to do it—
"All right. I'll leave the decision to you."
Saber nodded solemnly, then revealed a gentle smile.
"I'll be looking forward to seeing what you can do."
Shirou gave her a deep look, then charged out of the forest without hesitation and vanished into the mist.
"You don't really think that brat can defeat the Sea Monster, do you, Saber?"
Lancer asked with a mocking expression.
Saber said nothing. She merely raised her invisible sword.
After exchanging one final glance with Shirou, she suddenly understood something—
Faith did not need the approval of others. It was enough to believe in it oneself.
And when it came to an enemy, what was needed was even less