Even their movements during the Holy Grail War were almost all listed—London, Bucharest, Trifas...
But without exception, they had all disappeared in the end.
Only Saber's Master had escaped disaster.
The information closely matched what they already knew. It even included information about that priest. It was too complete—so complete that it made people believe it could only be true.
"You may not believe me, but you cannot refuse to believe the intelligence," Shirou said slowly, enjoying the changes in Rider's expression. "I might lie to you, but the intelligence won't."
Even the normally calm Atalanta tore the paper to shreds, crumpling it into a ball. Only after taking several deep breaths did she begin trying to persuade Achilles.
"Achilles, calm down!"
"Big Sis, how am I supposed to calm down?" Achilles said excitedly. "I couldn't even protect my own Master. What kind of Servant does that make me?"
"Wouldn't you be letting Assassin get what he wanted?" Atalanta roared. "What if he ambushes you?"
Shirou shrugged. How had this gotten dragged back to him?
"But if I don't deal with that priest, wouldn't I be letting him get what he wanted? Big Sis, don't stop me this time."
Karna looked at Shirou without a word, but his gaze seemed to ask: Was this the outcome you wanted?
Shirou smiled.
That was right. This was exactly the outcome he wanted. Even if the original plan failed, he had a plan for the next step.
A golden sword suddenly struck the ground beside Shirou's feet with perfect accuracy.
It was time to retreat.
"Until we meet again—if we ever meet again."
The Trembling Astolfo
"Looks like we finally escaped with our lives." Rider wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Swift Eagle was so moved that he shed tears as well.
Ever