Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

It took fifteen pulls just to get one Craft Essence... I...

The Enemy of Justice

"I never expected assassin to be even stronger than saber and her master had said, nor Heracles's strength to be so terrifying." Amakusa Shirou sighed as he listened to rider and Archer's accounts and looked at their injuries.

Rider was in better shape, but even with two or three days of treatment, Archer might not be able to return to the battlefield.

If only they could win her over.

"Caster," Amakusa called.

"Hmm?" The golden Heroic Spirit revealed herself. She narrowed her eyes slightly. "What is it?"

"Are you familiar with assassin?"

"More or less." Caster stroked her chin, looking with interest at the battered Archer before smiling. "Mongrel, take this bottle of medicine if you don't mind."

Archer was somewhat surprised. Over this period, she had come to understand Gilgamesh's personality to some extent—she was an utterly unpleasant person. Yet now she was actually giving her medicine to treat her wounds?

Could it be poisoned?

"Rest assured. At this moment, you stand with me. That makes you my subject, understand? Mongrel." Gilgamesh returned to her seat and looked at Semiramis with amusement.

One country could not have two rulers. The two of them were already like fire and water, and those words were practically a declaration of war.

Archer looked at the medicine in her hand, then at the two of them. It felt like immortals were fighting, and she would be the one caught in the crossfire. She quickly moved away from their battlefield.

Semiramis was angered by Gilgamesh's actions, and the fish scales on her arm began to glow.

They were proof that she was a descendant of the fish goddess Derceto, as well as part of her power.

"Are we going