The Battle Begins: Hanging Gardens! (Continued)

"Where was Assassin?"

Heracles was the one who asked.

He looked around, but Shirou was nowhere to be seen.

When he had rushed back, he had Fiore use a Command Spell to pull him back. After that, pushing Fiore's wheelchair, it had taken him quite a while to reach the rendezvous point.

Darnic glanced at Caster, who nodded.

"Weren't you fighting alongside him before? I was wondering why his Spirit Core reaction had vanished. It seemed he died in Spartacus's self-destruction?"

Darnic walked over to a control console and activated something.

Only then did Vlad the Impaler III's furrowed brow relax slightly. "It seemed he did not betray us.

"Caster, prepare the floating stones. We are going to the Hanging Gardens."

Heracles was instead somewhat surprised. "You are going to the Hanging Gardens? That floating fortress?"

"That is right. The Holy Grail was taken by the Red Faction's Hanging Gardens. We are going to reclaim it now," Caules answered.

Seeing the change in Heracles's expression, Caules tugged at his sleeve and urged, "This is not the time to say anything more, Archer!"

But Heracles shook his head and immediately objected to the proposal.

Charging into the Hanging Gardens without any preparation was nothing but seeking death.

"The Hanging Gardens are not your territory, nor are they even part of Europe. That would be quite disadvantageous for our Servants, would it not?" Heracles said tactfully.

But Vlad the Impaler III, already frantic with urgency, paid Archer no heed and continued directing everyone.

Heracles silently sighed. This battle was already going to be very difficult.

The light on the screen flickered, and in the blink of an eye, it shifted to another group.

The Black Faction Servants standing upon the floating stones headed straight for the Hanging Gardens.

Semiramis propped up