It had already been quite some time. Without Rider's help, Lancer would probably be forced out soon enough.
"Have you forgotten Gungnir's other name?" Rider sighed. "Great God's Declaration, the Spear of Destiny."
Once thrown, it would inevitably strike its target. Its destructive power was enough to shatter the holy sword Gram. Gungnir's might was not something Lancer could withstand alone. Besides, even if he did block it, what would that accomplish? Once struck by Gungnir, their base would be exposed. Berserker's Master would soon come knocking.
"What should we do?" Waver was somewhat flustered. The plan he had just proposed had been ruthlessly crushed by reality, and that was too heavy a blow for him. "Should we seek out Saber's Master and form an alliance?"
"It is time to go, little Master." Crimson leather armor rose over Rider's body. "It is time for us to march."
Were they really going to confront an enemy that was practically a monster? Waver felt immense pressure, as though a mountain were weighing on his heart. Did they not need more preparation?
What greeted Waver was Rider's thick finger.
"There are those who catch thieves for a thousand days, but none who guard against thieves for a thousand days!" Rider roared. "We came here to fight them, to contend for the one and only Holy Grail—not to fear their blades and desperately preserve ourselves! If we have lost even the courage to face our enemies head-on, what right do we have to speak of battle on the field!"
Besides, joining forces with an ally harboring ulterior motives was far more dangerous than facing a powerful enemy. The strongest walls were always breached from within. (Whenever I played online games, there were always one or two teammates who made me wonder whether the other