Archer, a dangerous Servant, and Kirei Kotomine, a dangerous man—those two together undoubtedly made for a terrible combination.
As for the rest, Caster and Lancer had formed an alliance, and there was even a Master who seemed suspiciously like a Berserker. Of those three, their side undoubtedly had the highest chance of victory in this battle.
Rider, though he looked rough and boorish, was actually a man of both brawn and brains. He appeared exceedingly bold and uninhibited, yet showed not the slightest flaw. His Master could be ignored outright, but Iskandar was undoubtedly the Servant who had hidden himself the deepest.
Even now, neither his Noble Phantasm nor his abilities had been revealed. There was not the slightest clue, but he absolutely could not be overlooked.
Thinking of this, Kiritsugu Emiya could not help sighing once again. This final battle had come far too suddenly, and far too unexpectedly...
Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster—and if that Master who could practically be called a Berserker was included—after four whole days of the Holy Grail War, only Assassin had been eliminated.
The situation could not have been worse.
"Kiritsugu."
The soft call made Kiritsugu Emiya's pupils contract.
Had he actually lost focus just now?
That was an absolute taboo. The moment he heard the voice, he knew who had come—but if it had not been them, he would have been in danger.
Turning around, Kiritsugu Emiya saw Irisviel, Maiya Hisau, and that Saber with the knightly ideals he despised.
Their arrival had been arranged beforehand. In this final decisive battle, no one who sought the Holy Grail would miss it, so there was naturally no need to keep hiding any longer.
It was clear...
Though Irisviel was doing her best to suppress it, traces of delight occasionally flashed through her eyes.