Saber and Kiritsugu Emiya stood before the main gate, waiting for their ally to arrive.
"Kiritsugu Emiya, are we really going to join forces with that guy?" Saber asked the middle-aged man who had just removed his bandages, her expression grave. "That man is far too much like Merlin. He won't be a reliable ally."
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Wasn't Merlin Britain's great mage, her teacher and Imperial Advisor? Wasn't he one of the vital pillars supporting Britain?
Someone like Merlin wasn't reliable?
Kiritsugu Emiya slowly raised a question mark in his mind, but he did not dwell on it. The old affairs of Britain's royal court were already in the past; only historians and idle onlookers would care to learn about them.
He was merely a Mage Killer, an ordinary man who longed to become an Ally of Justice. All he needed to do now was pour every effort into grasping the Holy Grail.
Silently gazing at the Command Spells on the back of his hand, Kiritsugu Emiya's face bore the sincere smile of a martyr.
"There's no point saying that now, Saber." Kiritsugu Emiya smiled, a rare sight. "We have already signed a contract with Berserker's Master. They will yield the Grail's wish to us. In exchange, we must help him find a secluded, superior spiritual land and help him reforge the Holy Grail."
"Any violator will suffer the contract's curse." Kiritsugu Emiya replaced every bullet in his pistol with Origin Bullets. Incidentally, his submachine gun and sniper rifle were loaded with Origin Bullets as well. "They cannot take the initiative to harm us, and we cannot take the initiative to harm them. If either side acts first, that side's Master's soul will fall into Hell forever, never to be reborn."
After being brutally beaten by Kaineth and Berserker in succession,