He always thought that fierce, manly driving was what made a real man... Well, Illya was not a man. Being able to drive in a straight line across the map like that truly took imagination.
But such praise did not stop Illya from tormenting him, her brother.
"Hyah—" Iskandar shouted. "That Saber over there, seeing you in such dire straits, why not turn against your side and lay down your arms? Surrender with proper courtesy, and you will still retain a lord's rank. You may even receive my protection. Would that not be splendid?"
Shirou glanced at Iskandar, who was nearly driving abreast of him.
Yet he ignored him completely and kept driving. Come on, friend, shit was already raining down on your head, and you still wanted him to join your ranks?
A shell landed beside the ox cart's wheel. The cart immediately spun out of control, performing an ultra-DIO 360-degree flip before landing safely on the ground without even losing any health.
That made Shirou look at him in a new light. As expected of a Rider, he had some skill. His Riding must have been A+ at least. Still, he was a little worse than Big Bro.
Lord El-Melloi II patted his chest, nearly scared out of his wits. Even after ten years, Iskandar was still this reckless.
"Rider, you had better be more careful. Bersercar is not our ally." Lord El-Melloi II activated his skill, Strategist's Counsel, and used Discernment Eye. "And it seems impossible for them to form an alliance with us."
Rider cracked his whip and quickened his pace. "Is that so? I understand. Bersercar over there, and his Master, young lady, would you care to join my ranks?"
The answer he received was a fierce barrage of cannon fire.
Of course not.
"Rider,