The Fired Bullet

"No, this won't do! Lancer had used his ultimate move—he intended to decide the outcome at once. And judging by Saber's condition, her defeat was only a matter of time. This was bad!"

On the steel overpass, the powerfully built Iskandar rose to his feet, seeming even more imposing. With his arms folded across his chest, he watched the distant battle, a strangely amused smile appearing on his face.

Beside him, Waver still did not dare stand. Clinging to the steel framework, he said in a trembling voice, "W-What's so bad about that? The Holy Grail War is an ritual where people kill each other anyway. If Saber is eliminated, wouldn't that be more advantageous for us?"