The Humiliated Golden Flash

Pelted by Noble Phantasms like raindrops, the hooded Servant emerged completely unscathed. He even had the leisure to mock the golden Servant on the streetlamp.

The hooded Servant's voice was muffled and low, like the hoarse growl of a beast. Lancelot's expression shifted when he heard it.

His eyes stared fixedly at the hooded Servant, disbelief and astonishment flickering in his gaze.

"That voice... could it be..."

On the chariot, Iskandar held Waver in his arms. Seeing the hooded Servant standing unharmed beside the mountain of piled-up Noble Phantasms, a trace of surprise crossed his face.

Even though he knew this Servant's Master was the one who had ambushed We...