The Final Serum

And the final cry!

"Bring us victory, Saber!"

The Final Serum

Inside the palace, filled with green poisonous mist, Semiramis could no longer maintain even her elegance. She collapsed onto her throne, barely clinging to life.

She had exhausted every ounce of strength and used every trick at her disposal. At the very last moment, she had finally created the deadliest poison with her Noble Phantasm, Wine of the Arrogant King.

She could no longer see Heracles anywhere.

As both an Assassin and a Caster, she possessed virtually no ability for close-quarters combat.

Nor was she some kind of hero. Though known as the Assyrian Empress, people also mistakenly believed that she had created the Hanging Gardens.

In truth, she had no powerful offensive abilities capable of stopping Heracles, who in Greek mythology had stood alone against ten thousand foes.

If she had anything, there was only one thing: lethal poison.

Had she not encountered Amakusa Shirou—who cared only for the Holy Grail, who had even deceived her with the wish of ruling the world, and who would give everything to achieve that goal—if he had wanted her beauty rather than her abilities—

She would never have gone this far for her Master.

Perhaps when she met Heracles, she would merely have done what she could and left the rest to fate, allowed herself to be defeated, then departed while pretending to be unwilling yet helpless. She might even have killed her Master before things ever reached this point.

"Archer, I really went to great lengths to deal with you." Semiramis smiled, delighted and utterly carefree. Having fought to this point, that white-haired Master should be able to fulfill his wish now, right?

"Guh... guh..."

Heracles lay on the ground, unable to move.

Semiramis knew perfectly well that this great