Rider, Receive This Mightiest of Swords!

"It's over!"

Rider, accept this strongest sword!

"Hmph. You think you can defeat me just because you've gained a portion of Siegfried's power? You really underestimate me, don't you?" Achilles snorted.

Sieg looked at the sword in her hand and the armor covering her body in surprise.

But then she merely gripped her sword tightly and felt her own strength.

She no longer had any reason or excuse to retreat.

"If it were just me, I wouldn't be confident. But with Saber's power, I have to win no matter what." Sieg kicked off the ground and charged at Achilles.

Her sword slashed fiercely at Achilles, catching even him somewhat off guard.

"Hey, what kind of joke is this? An artificial human has strength nearly on par with a Servant?"

Sieg used all her strength to press her sword down against his spear.

At this moment, Rider and Berserker were already charging in from both sides. As long as they stalled for just a little longer, victory was certain!

But that was far too optimistic.

The fact that Achilles had just been held back seemed like nothing more than an illusion. With only a slight retreat, Sieg found herself thrown off balance.

If that golden spear came down, she would be dead for sure!

Just then, Astolfo's lance stabbed toward Achilles.

Touch and Fall—this was Rider's Noble Phantasm. Sieg recognized it.

It was a weapon that could practically decide victory or defeat with an ability that sounded like a malicious joke.

But Achilles retreated quickly, dodging it in an instant.

Faced with this completely unexpected turn of events, Sieg actually saw that Touch and Fall, which had been aimed at Achilles, was now pointed at her?

Friendly fire!

Sieg screamed internally, Friendly fire! Don't shoot!

Astolfo seemed to realize the terrible