Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

Atalanta was an exceptionally skilled archer, and her perception was absolutely first-rate, but—

The enemy was almost impossible to discern.

But why had that sword been able to pierce him?

The Everlasting Flower of the Brave meant that no enemy lacking divinity, nor any weapon not forged by a god, could ever pierce his body.

He did not remember any Assassin capable of such a feat.

"Rider, that Black Faction Assassin's sword is Hermes's sword!" Archer warned.

"Hermes?" Achilles's expression turned complicated.

One of the Twelve Olympian Gods, the god of commerce and travelers. Naturally, his sword was a divine weapon, and it could pierce through the Everlasting Flower without any problem.

But—

Why did the enemy possess that sword?

Hermes's sword should have been given to Heracles, the great hero whom that Rider claimed to rival. How had it ended up in an Assassin's hands?

"Heracles? No, that can't be right. You definitely aren't him. He was far more burly, and far stronger than you. Just who are you?" Rider vigilantly looked around, yet found nothing.

"Watch out!" Archer pressed Rider down.

At that moment, a sword grazed over Achilles's head.

"What a pity." Shirou regretfully tossed aside the shield, revealing himself.

Archer had perfectly detected and stopped his attack just now. The moment before he launched an attack, his presence would inevitably be exposed.

In fact, the First Hassan had been the same. The only difference was that by the time the enemy noticed, the sword had already killed them. Or rather, they were already dead; the sword simply had not yet fallen.

"So you've finally shown yourself? Assassin, I thought you were some cowardly wretch." Upon spotting Shirou, Achilles relaxed somewhat, and his words became even more arrogant.

He was completely confident that he could defeat a