Only the Heartless Can Live Freely

Drawing Arondight, Lancelot's parameters rose another step. Combined with his A+-rank inherent skill, Eternal Arms Mastery, Saber could not possibly be his match.

In the original story, the berserk Lancelot had always held the upper hand against Saber. The reason he had been killed by a single thrust was not due to his combat ability, but because there had been a problem with his Master. Matou Kariya's qualities as a Magician had been too poor to sustain his mana consumption.

But now, Lancelot had the strongest Master, with all the mana he could ever need, yet he still forcibly fought Saber to a draw. That was a matter of mindset.

As a Servant, Lancelot was undoubtedly unqualified!

Sword lights clashed with ringing metallic chimes, scattering sparks in every direction. The black and golden longswords deadlocked in midair. Lancelot took the initiative to withdraw his strength, and Saber promptly sheathed her sword. After both reflected on themselves, they resumed their fight.

Without the ruthlessness of a life-or-death struggle, their swordplay became increasingly lax, carrying a distinct air of flirtation.

Watching from the side, Kiritsugu Emiya felt secretly delighted. Lancelot's identity meant he could never gain the upper hand before Saber. If Duke did not have Command Spells, perhaps the unrestrained Lancelot might defect to his side.

Kiritsugu Emiya considered many things, including quite a few despicable schemes that others would scorn. Yet he saw nothing wrong with them and instead considered them only natural. Still, the matter of making Duke exhaust his Command Spells troubled him. Duke did not look like a Master who relied on Command Spells; he could manage on his own.

Duke's expression was frosty. The very thing he had tried desperately to avoid had still happened. Watching the sovereign and his subject love and kill each other