The Sword and Gun Under the Moonlight

Kotomine Kirei's footsteps came to an abrupt halt on the cold stone-paved path. He gave Sasaki Kojirō an indifferent glance. "That outfit... Saber?"

"Now, who knows?" The corner of Sasaki Kojirō's mouth curled up slightly. He carried his long sword over his shoulder in an easy, relaxed posture, as though enjoying a lazy afternoon.

Yet where no one could see, cold sweat quietly slid down his back, soaking his clothes.

He simply refused to show weakness before an enemy, maintaining the elegance of a swordsman.

[One, two, three, four... Good grief, this is bad. Even I can't fight four opponents alone. Looks like this journey ends here.] Kojirō sighed inwardly, but there was not the slightest trace of regret in his eyes.

He had never come for the Holy Grail in the first place. He merely wished to witness the splendor of the present age and cross blades with the strong.

Since he had already gotten what he wished for, returning to the Throne of Heroes now would not be much of a loss.

"Then how about I handle him?" Cú Chulainn's voice sounded before Kotomine Kirei could speak. His attitude was unexpectedly proactive, a stark contrast to his previous insistence that he would not cooperate without Command Spells.

Kotomine Kirei froze slightly. Surprise flashed through his eyes, only to be swiftly replaced by a pleased smile. "Is that so? Then I'll leave him to you."

At those words, the spear in Cú Chulainn's hand seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit and released a low hum. He stepped toward Kojirō.

"Still, since you're being so proactive, I can't help but show my appreciation." Kotomine Kirei's voice suddenly came from behind Cú Chulainn, his low words brimming with malice.

Cú Chulainn's body stiffened slightly. He sensed that something was wrong,