Don't You Have Any Brother B in Your Heart? (cont.)

"Are you interfering in our battle?" Lancer demanded from the sky. "If so, we're ready to oblige at any time."

"Not interfering—replacing. Understand? The Berserker participating in this Holy Grail War has been switched out."

Switched out? You could do that?

Shirou glanced at Brother B. Lightning still crackled over him, but Brother B still had five whole lives left! One strike from Mjolnir had taken out five health bars?

Had the Seven Killing Blades trick appeared again?

Shirou felt like he needed to calm down. Replacing someone just like that had happened before, sure, but wasn't the enemy before him a little too strong?

A god-tier Heroic Spirit who theoretically should never have been summonable—Thor, the thunder god—had truly appeared. Shirou could confirm it from Mjolnir alone.

An Assassin card quietly appeared in his hand.

If, if he really couldn't win, then he could only summon King Hassan. His mana would be drained dry in no time, but at least he would be able to contend with him.

"Who are you?" Shirou asked, buying time.

"Since you sincerely asked, I'll mercifully tell you—"

"I am Beatrice Hana Chaldea! Einzbern's unprecedentedly beautiful humanoid girl! Please take good care of me from now on!"

After saying that, Beatrice even struck a pose with her left hand beside her face, trying to look cute.

But Shirou was completely unmoved by that act, because the girl before him...

"Please take good..."

The girl named Beatrice had already charged in front of Shirou. "Care!"

"Traceon! Fake Projection: Hundred Bullet Requiem!"

The two massive weapons collided violently, spraying sparks. The powerful impact shoved Shirou nearly half a meter backward, while Beatrice merely hopped lightly back.

A bead of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

At Shirou's level of Projection Magic, he could project the experience and even the physical strength of the weapon's original wielder. Heracles's strength was ranked A, which meant his own strength should also be A. Even allowing for a one-rank drop, it should at least have been B.

Beatrice's strength was at least one tier above his.

"With strength like yours, you want to participate in the Holy Grail War? And you dare dream of taking Lord Julian's Holy Grail." Beatrice sneered as another strike came hurtling toward Shirou.

Those with absolute strength had always disdained technique. One force could overcome ten skills; before overwhelming power, even the greatest technique had little room to shine.

But that only held true when the gap in strength was too vast.

Beatrice possessed exceptional qualifications as a participant, whether in terms of Magic Circuits or mana capacity.

Otherwise, there was no way she could have controlled Berserker Thor's card.

And because of that—she had neglected technical training!

His right foot stepped back. He steadied his mind, lowered himself slightly, and stabilized his center of gravity.

His right hand—raised!

His left hand—support!