Midnight

Everything that had happened at the Tohsaka Residence naturally reached the eyes of the other Masters and Servants through their familiars. After watching Duanmu Huai fight, all of them had only one thought.

How the hell were they supposed to fight that?

"It's impossible, impossible, impossible! We absolutely can't beat him!"

Beside Rider, his young Master was trembling all over, his face deathly pale. It wasn't that Duanmu Huai's battle with Archer had been especially intense—although it certainly had been intense. The real reason he was so terrified was that the sight of Duanmu Huai ripping Archer's head off alive had been too horrifying. Every time the poor wretch closed his eyes, he felt as though his own head would be torn off the next moment.

"Hmm, this warrior is truly brave."

Unlike his cowardly Master, Rider nodded appreciatively.

"A warrior this brave would be perfect to fight under my command. If I had him lead the vanguard into the enemy ranks, he would surely fill them with fear and shock. Excellent, excellent! I never expected such a brave warrior to still exist in this era. I like him very much!"

"What are you daydreaming about? He's the enemy we most need to defeat right now!"

Hearing Rider mutter to himself, the poor boy nearly burst into tears.

At the same time, in a luxurious hotel in Fuyuki City, Lancer's Master also wore an ashen expression.

"To think there would be such an obstacle. This is truly unexpected... The opponent can actually defeat Heroic Spirits who are Servants... That Caster truly cannot be underestimated."

"If you will permit me to speak frankly."

Hearing his Master, Lancer, who was kneeling on one knee, spoke up.

"Though it is difficult to believe, I believe that Master did not become so powerful by