Maeve's procession came to an end soon enough. The Queen of the East seemed to have lost interest, and had the unnamed Shadow Servant lead her back toward the royal palace.
Fergus's departure had left her somewhat unsettled, and the abruptly silenced cheers made her skin crawl.
However, she had never considered what consequences this Singularity might bring about. She was someone who lived only for her own thoughts, even now that she was dead.
"I need to summon a few more Servants. Now that Fergus is dead... Hm?" On the way back, Maeve sat in her carriage, muttering to herself, when she suddenly seemed to sense something.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three sharp gunshots rang out. Three bullets tore through the curtains of Maeve's carriage almost simultaneously, racing toward her head.
"Wha—"
Splat—
Maeve's pupils trembled slightly, and her entire body went rigid.
Three bloody holes had appeared in the center of her forehead.
Her body twitched faintly before she fell straight backward, all light gone from her eyes.
"Heh. Told you my shooting hadn't gotten rusty." White smoke still drifted from Billy the Kid's revolver. A cold smile rested on his face as he gently blew the smoke away and slipped the gun back into its holster.
This was his Noble Phantasm, [Thunderer]. It was the gunslinging skill he had relied upon and taken pride in as one of the West's most famous outlaws: firing three bullets in rapid succession, each one almost guaranteed to strike the enemy between the brows, even if obstacles stood in the way.
"Beautiful shooting, McCarty." Scathach smiled and offered rare praise.
Only by honing a technique to its absolute limit could it be elevated into a Noble Phantasm. Naturally, she would not be stingy with her praise.
"Wait." Geronimo fixed his gaze on