Saber, Anno.
Lancer, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.
Archer, Gilgamesh.
Rider, Iskandar.
Assassin, Sakumura Anno.
Berserker, Ibaraki Douji.
At this moment, six Servants had gathered at the small Fuyuki harbor. Aside from Caster, Manlio Ferdino Springer, who had retreated into his base after suffering repeated attacks and did not dare show himself, every Servant in this Holy Grail War was now present.
Without question, this was an excellent opportunity for the Masters present—or those monitoring the battlefield through various means—to gather intelligence, but...
Emiya Kiritsugu was in no mood to be pleased.
This kind of chaotic free-for-all was exactly what he least wanted to see.
For him, the ideal situation would have been for each Master-Servant pair to be dealt with one at a time. Better yet, if possible, directly sniping the enemy Masters would have made things far easier—then it would not even matter how powerful the Servants they had summoned were. It would solve everything in one stroke.
But now...
Six Servants had gathered on the battlefield, yet only one Master had appeared: Waver Velvet, huddled beside Iskandar and using the chariot's basket as cover. Other than him, there was also Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, who believed he had hidden himself well enough.
The Masters of Assassin, Berserker, and Archer had not shown themselves.
Should he assassinate the Masters of Rider and Lancer?
Emiya Kiritsugu considered it as he watched Waver Velvet through his scope, the crosshairs already fixed on Waver's head.
"Eek—!"
For some reason, Waver suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and lowered himself even further.
No.
His current position was practically no different from being exposed.
Gritting his teeth, Emiya Kiritsugu shifted his gaze onto Sakumura Anno.
He could tell that Sakumura Anno's attention had been fixed on him the entire time.
Eagles of Restoration, huh.