Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

Shirou put on the signature smile of the role he was playing. "Rider, I'm here to take you to your Master."

Achilles frowned. "Father Shirou, why didn't you take us to find them before? Why are you letting us go now?"

"Black Faction Assassin has come here," Shirou said. "I'm worried something might happen to them."

Rider nodded solemnly and dismissed her Noble Phantasm.

"I understand. Where are they?" Rider asked.

"Follow me."

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Sowing Discord

Karna followed Amakusa Shirou's orders and stood guard at the very center of the Hanging Gardens.

He had some guesses about what might be inside this central area.

His Master had been imprisoned. In a Holy Grail War, perhaps a Master might hide in the shadows and refuse to communicate with their Servant, but it was impossible for only two Red Faction Masters to have appeared before their eyes.

But Karna did not dare act rashly.

That priest was no fool. At the very least, in Karna's view, the priest had countless ways to restrain him and the other Servants.

Gilgamesh had already chosen to stand with the priest. All Gilgamesh asked was that his Master be kept safe.

And Assassin Semiramis had most likely poisoned the Red Faction Masters. If he made any move, the rest of the Red Faction Masters might all die.

This Holy Grail War was utterly terrible in his eyes.

There was a war between the two factions, and there were schemes behind the scenes as well.

He would have been better off staying home. At least his Master's life would have been safe.

"You've worked hard, Lancer." Shirou greeted him with a smile, though Karna found his expression somewhat strange.

Normally, whenever the priest smiled, he would tilt his