He neither wiped out all his enemies nor bullied or oppressed them. He defeated every foe standing in his way—this was the form of victory he had displayed.
What right did a mere Master have to criticize his King's path?
"Understood, Rider. Then win victory your way."
Waver sighed as though he had finally come to terms with it and said so.
This was not giving up in despair.
No one could guarantee that Rider would be in better condition the next time he faced Saber than he was now.
Since that was the case, rather than obsessing over the odds of victory, he bet everything on Rider's fighting spirit.
The King of Conquerors had always overturned common sense through sheer force. If he let the King charge all the way to the end in his own manner, then only that extraordinary boldness and uninhibited spirit could seize the truly valuable chance of victory before them.
Waver grimly told himself this.
Rider revealed a rough, heroic grin. "Boy, it seems you're finally beginning to understand what 'might makes right' means."
At that moment, Saber also stopped slowing her running pace.
The Red Dragon's heart naturally could not possibly feel tired from this level of exercise.
She believed she had already secured absolute confidence.
Rider understood her intentions.
"Glory lies in the distance—now! Via Expugnatio!!"
The King of Conquerors released his Noble Phantasm's true name, and the Divine Bull Chariot suddenly erupted with lightning far surpassing its previous might.
"—Wind!"
At nearly the same moment, Saber also released the Wind King Barrier.
The scorching, brilliant breath of the stars tore through the darkness in an instant, illuminating the earth as it intertwined with the purple lightning that filled the sky.
"Ex—"
Saber raised the Golden Holy Sword high with both hands.