Triple Crane Wings!

"Putting them here is fine, right?" Rider carelessly set the equipment down in the corridor.

They were all medical instruments.

"Mm."

Just as Gord was about to thank him, Rider's Master, Caenis, sneered. "Rider, you're here to fight in the Holy Grail War, not to haul equipment around for this worthless trash—these homunculi. And you call yourself one of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins? Wasn't fooling around with Assassin humiliating enough already?"

Rider glared angrily at his Master. "Why is being with Assassin humiliating? He's a good person!"

"You—" Caenis raised her whip to strike, but the sound of footsteps made her panic.

The sight of a figure whose upper body was drenched in blood made Caenis's pupils contract.

Could it be... Assassin?

The moment he saw Shirou, Rider practically burst with joy.

"Assassin? You're alive?"

But Caenis, her face dark, did the exact opposite.

"By Command Spell, I order you, Rider—kill Assassin!"

Astolfo froze, but then his body charged forward against his will.

"W-Wait, Master! Isn't Assassin one of us?"

And with all that blood pouring from him, how could he possibly withstand Astolfo's attack?

Rider closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and launched his attack.

"Traceon!"

A delicate dagger stabbed into Rider's body, but Rider felt no pain.

Then Caenis's head suddenly separated from her body, blood gushing from the severed neck.

"You're free now, Rider."

Shirou said slowly, carrying a homunculus on his shoulder.

"Assassin, was that you? You came back alive?" Gord paid no attention to Caenis's corpse, staring at Shirou in astonishment—but with even greater joy.

"That's right. I'm back."

Crane Wing Triple Strike!

"By Command Spell, I order you to activate your Noble Phantasm, Legacy of Blood, Lancer!"

Darnic twisted his lips into a smile.

"By my second Command Spell, pursue the Greater Holy Grail forever.