Although everyone wore masks and black robes, their physiques varied greatly. There were towering giants, slender, skinny figures, people as short as children, and graceful women.
Hundred-Faced Hassan.
Saber remembered the name and the relevant details Shirou had told her.
An assassin who had housed nearly a hundred personalities in a single vessel—the body—while alive, and who became a Servant with nearly a hundred souls when she ascended to the Heroic Spirit Throne after death.
For some reason, Saber suddenly thought of her elder sister.
She shook her head, casting aside the distracting thoughts, and constructed silver-blue armor with magical energy.
Incidentally, Shirou had not told them that Assassin had already allied herself with him, so from Saber's perspective, this was an attack aimed at taking her and Shirou's lives.
"It seems Tokiomi Tohsaka has no intention of letting us leave easily tonight."
Irisviel muttered angrily.
On the other side, Artoria, who had not shed a single drop of sweat even while fighting the King of Heroes, now bit her lip at the unfavorable situation.
If she only had to fight Assassin, Saber did not believe she would lose, whether there were a hundred enemies or a thousand.
However, Irisviel was right beside her, and Shirou was unconscious.
Assassin might be weak, but they were killers capable of approaching their targets without a sound—and there were so many of them that they could not be kept under control.
The current situation was nothing like the time they had faced the swarm of Sea Monsters.
Even if Saber could stop several Assassins with one sword stroke, a single one slipping through could inflict fatal injuries on Irisviel and Shirou.
Unlike the bitter-faced Saber, every Assassin was wearing a mocking smile beneath her mask.
Just now, their Master, Kirei Kotomine, had used