Colors (Continued)

"What are you—"

It seemed that something had been placed on her head.

Her King's symbol struggled to break through that thing, seeking freedom.

At last, it seemed to find the right spot, and the King's symbol—her ahoge—poked out.

"What are you doing, Shirou Emiya?"

"Your hat."

Shirou turned and left.

But then he stopped.

"The next time you're summoned, remember to open another video game store."

This guy was always so excessive. Even at a time like this, he had to make the King angry.

"Even if I do, it won't be for you. You'd better make that clear to yourself."

"Got it."

Shirou's figure had begun to blur.

Could this Spirit Core really not withstand the erosion of that God-Made Sword?

Still, please hold on a little longer!

The cave entrance was very narrow, but for Sieg, who had gained part of Siegfried's power, and Jeanne d'Arc, it was as easy as walking on level ground.

Except—

Sieg suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face was terribly wrong.

"Sieg, what's wrong?" Jeanne d'Arc stopped as well. Through the faint light filtering in from the cave entrance, she saw that Sieg's face was deathly pale, utterly bloodless, just like when she had first met him.

Sieg stared at the Command Spells on his hand in disbelief.

There had originally been two left, but now they had all vanished.

She knew very well what that meant.

That meant—Assassin was dead?

"Assassin... it seems, it seems he's... dead?"

The bleak, pale expression on Sieg's face left Jeanne d'Arc unable to understand, until she saw him glance repeatedly at his right hand. The hand that had once borne bright red Command Spells now held only faint red traces.

The only one who could deal him such a devastating blow was