Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

"Mm." Heracles nodded, and several arrows shot out. Though they lacked their previous momentum, their lethality had not diminished in the slightest.

"Not planning to."

"Why?" Fiore frowned.

"I used that arrow to destroy the enemy's shield. Rider's shield should have been nearly destroyed by that shot, right? If I keep going, he might notice in advance and run away. Of course, the most important thing is that I'm worried Master's mana might not be enough." Heracles spoke lightly.

The remark itself was also a test.

In truth, he was curious about the source of the mana flowing through him.

He suspected that all this mana came from homunculi identical to Shirou's Master. If he continued using those arrows, he might drain the mana of countless homunculi and cause their deaths.

However, his body had been too large before, making it troublesome to enter and leave various places. Some information had simply been impossible to gather, such as the connection between the mana supply and the homunculi.

"Don't worry. Archer, you don't need to be concerned about the mana supply," Caules said reassuringly. "This mana all comes from artificial—"

"Caules, shut up!"

Fiore cut him off.

Heroes of noble character were quite likely to be disobedient.

Fiore understood that, so whenever Heracles tried to probe her indirectly, she either remained silent or changed the subject.

She had specifically taken note of this after learning that Assassin had killed his own Master, but had Archer noticed so soon?

"Mm?" Heracles already understood. He silently sighed to himself.

Now was not the time for infighting.

That matter could be settled later.

Achilles threw himself backward, twisting his body in midair into a pose even a gymnast could not achieve.

He was already at his limit.

Dodging like this—

He could only wait