"Was that ostentatious display of fighting spirit meant to provoke us?"
A figure carrying a sword slowly approached. The crisp clink of armor rubbing and colliding rang out as shadows trailed behind him. He moved neither hurriedly nor slowly, exuding an incomprehensible sense of oppression.
Yet everyone present was battle-hardened. Seeing this person step out so openly, those hiding in the darkness were all taken aback. None had expected two such straightforward individuals to appear one after another in this Holy Grail War.
They had thought Lancer's blatant release of fighting spirit, luring others into a direct confrontation, was foolish enough—but they never imagined someone would actually accept the challenge!
Could it be that they had summoned these two...