Man and car as one—drift!
Shirou had found it. In that instant of man and car moving as one in a drift, amid this chaotic situation, he had found the only path through the encirclement!
Sliding past, hugging the shortest route, and flicking the rear ever so slightly, he broke free of every encirclement and dodged every attack.
There was no helping it. Illya had also proven her strength in the battle just now, but unfortunately, what she faced was a god—God—the strongest Hassan aside from King Hassan. No one else could possibly pull off such a spiritual drift!
Because he had cheats!
"Damn it, Shirou, stop right now! Feuer, Feuer!"
Shell after shell flew out, but Shirou's drifting skills had improved by leaps and bounds in that single moment.
With a slight flick of the rear, the shells not only failed to hinder him, but instead stabilized the car.
The spectators outside the track cried out in astonishment one after another.
"Unbelievable, unbelievable. The Fujimaru Group's Saber actually dodged every attack perfectly while Bersercar pursued and blocked him from all sides. That maneuver—no, that drift—his speed didn't drop at all! He accelerated straight into the corner, my god!" Fujimura Taiga exclaimed, and Kirei Kotomine handed her a manuscript.
"Ahem. Next, we have a letter from an audience member outside the venue. Their pen name is 'Dad, I'm the Magus Killer.' Thank you very much. Let's take a look.
—Ah, Illya is so cute, truly too cute. The way she fires her cannon while annihilating enemies is simply angelic. If some wild brat dared lay a hand on Illya, then I would have no choice but to use every means at my disposal to eliminate him. Not even an adopted son would be spared!"
The contents of the letter were