Too Late, I Had Her Last Night

The building fell deathly silent. Aside from Lancelot, everyone else stared at the Command Spells on Duke's hand in disbelief. The vivid crimson marks were so conspicuous that they left them dazed.

"You've got to be kidding. He was clearly strong as a monster..." Waver's eyelid twitched, and he did not even notice that his jaw had dropped.

"I see. Thinking about it carefully, Berserker... no, Lancelot was the Berserker. He was Lancelot's Master. He had indeed never shown his Noble Phantasm. He said everything himself, and we simply believed him." Rider shrugged. As the man who sought to conquer the world, the King of Conquerors had seen everything; this was not enough to rattle him.

Cold sweat covered Kiritsugu Emiya's forehead. He confirmed the Command Spells on Duke's hand once more before saying through clenched teeth, "If that's true, then this so-called Dual-Wielding Berserker Gandalf never existed, and the idea of a fabricated Heroic Spirit is utter nonsense. Of the information he gave us before, nine out of ten parts were false..."

Saber suddenly pressed, "What about Airi's information? She should be all right, shouldn't she?"

Facing Saber's expectant gaze, Kiritsugu Emiya felt deeply uncomfortable. Am I her husband, or are you?

"As for Airi, she probably hasn't been harmed. Your knight, Lancelot..." Kiritsugu Emiya had wanted to say that Lancelot was an upright knight and would not allow his Master to act recklessly. But the words reached his lips before he suddenly remembered that Lancelot was a fierce man who had even dared to cuckold Ahoge King. What could he possibly be afraid to do?

Taking a deep breath, Kiritsugu Emiya did not want to continue this topic. There was also something he had not said aloud: he believed Duke knew that Irisviel was the Lesser Holy Grail.