Ruler frowned, finally understanding what Shirou meant when he said they couldn't fight.
"Then what plan do you propose?"
"Hold the fortress and protect the Holy Grail, or relocate it. I'll try to win Saber over to our side. Maybe then we can still fight this battle. Or, Ruler, if you join us, we can fight it too."
Ruler thought it over, but still refused Shirou.
She was supposed to be a fair and impartial judge, wasn't she? She couldn't make biased calls. She had to hold back!
"But it won't be that hard, will it? You make it sound like we'll collapse the moment we fight." Ruler stubbornly protested. Though she already knew they probably had little chance of winning, she still couldn't help denying Shirou's assessment.
"On paper, that's true. We can barely fight, and the Black Faction can win through numerical superiority. But once you factor in the Aerial Fortress, it's completely different..."
"No matter how stupid a commander is, they wouldn't have their soldiers charge through enemy artillery fire without deploying artillery of their own, right?" Shirou rubbed his hair, looking troubled. "Assassin's fortress is basically a mobile Yamato. On the ground, we're nothing but sitting ducks. If it provides proper support, Rider, Berserker, Caster, and even I may not be able to withstand it. I've investigated it already. That fortress's offensive capabilities are definitely even more terrifying than its defenses."
Jeanne d'Arc fell silent again.
Her era had been one of roaring artillery. She excelled at setting up artillery positions and understood exactly what Shirou meant.
The homunculus noticed that everyone had fallen silent and suddenly reached out to stroke the back of Shirou's head.
"Assassin will definitely find a way," the homunculus said firmly.
"Master, you..."
"There definitely is one," the homunculus repeated.
"Heh,