"...Huh? Why is my head pointy?!"
The moment Fang Mo touched the spear tip lodged in her temple, she was instantly horrified.
"..."
After hearing that entire statement, Lancer felt as though the spear had been stabbed into his own head. He could no longer understand a single word she was saying.
"...What on earth are you talking about?"
Artoria was equally dumbfounded. Nothing the other party said made any sense, and every sentence contradicted the last. "Could it be because of severe brain trauma? Has her language function been impaired?"
"Saber, what should we do?"
At the same time, Irisviel spoke up to ask.
"The enemy has not fallen. Normally, Lancer should continue fighting her." Artoria hesitated after hearing this. She glanced at Iskandar and Gilgamesh, who had just appeared, and frowned instinctively. "But the situation may be rather troublesome now..."
"Hahaha, haven't you noticed yet?"
Seeing this, Iskandar suddenly burst into laughter from a short distance away. "That child has been playing with all of you from beginning to end, hasn't she?"
"What?"
Lancer seemed to freeze upon hearing that.
"What nonsense are you spouting, Rider? Who would stab through their own brain for fun?" Waver could not help retorting. "That was obviously a sneak attack..."
"Then why would a Heroic Spirit leave behind a corpse after dying?"
Iskandar suddenly asked.
"Wha..."
At his words, everyone present seemed to suddenly realize something.
That was right. After the white-haired little girl had been stabbed through the head, she had collapsed, blood spilling all over the ground. But she was a Heroic Spirit, wasn't she? A Heroic Spirit should turn into magical energy and gradually dissipate upon death. Yet because Lancer's Master had suddenly ordered a sneak attack, everyone had unconsciously overlooked that point.
"You mongrel, I didn't expect you