Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

Rider felt as though he had seen a ghost.

Achilles and Atalanta gazed at the distant scenery, feeling that the view was rather nice.

But their brief peace was quickly interrupted.

"Has anyone seen Assassin?" Semiramis asked.

"Isn't Assassin right here?" Achilles looked at Semiramis in bewilderment.

"Where?" Semiramis hurriedly pressed.

"Right here." Achilles was thoroughly confused as he looked at Semiramis, completely unable to understand what she was doing. Was she playing some sort of game with him? But it didn't seem like it.

Only then did Semiramis realize that the Assassin Achilles meant was her.

"I mean Black Faction's Assassin. Black Faction's Assassin! Black Faction's Assassin has entered the gardens!"

Achilles immediately lost interest.

"Isn't it just Black Faction's Assassin coming? What's there to panic—what? Black Faction's Assassin?"

"Yes, he's here!"

Upon hearing that Shirou had entered the gardens, Achilles was instantly motivated to drive. To him, the shock of this news was no less than a Type 59 tank climbing a mountain.

The Noble Phantasm Chariot of the Undying, Tempestuous Charge, appeared at once. Amid flashes of lightning and rolling thunder, he pulled Atalanta aboard.

In the blink of an eye, the chariot sped away so fast that Semiramis could barely see it.

They did not even know where Assassin was, yet they had already rushed over.

Semiramis did not even want to say anything.

And what kind of bastard drove a chariot through the gardens? Unless he was the enemy!

Yet in truth, that chariot belonged to an ally.

Semiramis's face darkened. What else could she say?

Atalanta, who had been pulled onto the chariot, looked at Achilles with a complicated expression. "Rider, why did you pull me aboard too?"

Rider froze for a moment. He had not thought much about it. At the time,