Between a clean, decisive execution and being slowly carved alive with three thousand cuts, which was more painful? Even an ordinary person without Sanson's twisted way of thinking could reach the obvious conclusion.
But that was not how one could put it. For a famous evil dragon, if he got one-shot with a single blow—wouldn't that make Fafnir look terribly bad?
He had stubbornly held out for several minutes against an all-star Servant team from human history, consisting of Jeanne d'Arc, little Jeanne d'Arc, Elizabeth, Kiyohime, and Mashu (Galahad), before finally biting the dust. That was something worth boasting about. Even after returning to the Hall of Heroes, Fafnir could brag to those evil dragons who had died in far more miserable ways about how glorious his own death had been.
To protect the Dragon Witch, he had withstood several waves of attacks from the all-star Servants without falling—what excellent bragging material.
The enormous black dragon's body, having lunged too hard and missed, stiffened in place. Perhaps his legs had cramped while he was frantically trying to stop himself.
"Good, the boss is stunned. Everyone, get in there and unleash everything you've got! Elizabeth, Jeanne d'Arc, if you have any Leadership-type skills that boost the whole team's damage, stop holding back and use them already. As for the other Servants, you can activate any Personal Skills that increase your own damage output too."
Lianye directed them from the rear.
Ordering Servants to use skills and Noble Phantasms, strengthening them with Command Spells, designating their targets and attack timing—those were more or less the things a Master was supposed to do in battle. There was nothing wrong with what Lianye was doing—if anything, he was doing an excellent job.
"Okay~ okay~ okay~"
Elizabeth replied listlessly, casually applied a Leadership buff to