I Don't Feel Like Coming Up with a Title

"This is way too difficult." Even Caules could not help but feel like backing down.

Honestly, he had no reason to fight, and Berserker did not seem to have any wish that absolutely had to be fulfilled either.

"Uuu..."

Frankenstein placed her hand on Caules's shoulder.

Even in that unconscious cry, Caules could somehow feel her anger.

"Berserker?"

"Mmm..."

What was she trying to say?

Don't give up fighting?

Fight for her sister?

Biting his lip, Caules felt conflicted. "Assassin, I want to ask you—do you have any ideas?"

"Relax. The moment this guy started discussing the problem, he probably already had dozens of standard answers prepared." Mordred secretly set Shirou up.

Honestly, she did not believe Shirou could come up with a solution so easily.

"As it happens, I do have a way to get to the Hanging Gardens."

Shirou took out a pen and began sketching on a sheet of paper.

A crude Hanging Gardens took shape beneath Shirou's pen.

At the other end of the paper was an airplane.

"Come to think of it, money can get you anything. The Thousand Tree family has immense financial resources, so providing a few planes shouldn't be a problem, right?" Shirou connected the planes to the Hanging Gardens.

"Huh? Assassin, you're not joking, are you? Wouldn't that just make it more likely for us to get shot down halfway there?" Mordred froze. He had never expected Shirou to come up with such an unreliable answer.

"It's fine if you're stupid, but don't assume I'm just as stupid." Shirou sighed.

"Oh?" Mordred wanted to know what method Shirou had.

"I have a Noble Phantasm that can be projected endlessly, and it can conceal our forms as well."

Mordred's face turned green. Noble Phantasms could be projected too?

"If that doesn't work,