"I only thought I roughly understood what kind of person you were, but you still managed to behave unexpectedly."
Anno stood some distance behind Emiya Kiritsugu in a suit, an unreadable emotion in his eyes.
"If you came because I intend to snipe the other Masters pursuing Berserker, then we have nothing to discuss."
"You should understand your place. As a tool, do what you are supposed to do."
Emiya Kiritsugu lit a cigarette and turned around.
"No, that is not why I came. Wasting words on meaningless matters is meaningless. I know that no matter what I say, you will not change your mind."
"Then that is enough."
Taking a drag and casually flicking away the ash, Emiya Kiritsugu walked past Anno.
"But—"
"I would like you to permit me to prioritize Berserker as my target when I encounter him."
Emiya Kiritsugu stopped.
He turned slightly and looked at Anno.
"What do you mean?"
"I know what your objective is. As your Servant, I am willing to support you in attaining your final wish."
"What you seek is simply to eliminate more people, isn't it?"
"I will not stop you from acting against the code of chivalry, but I need the right to fight head-on."
"While eliminating members of the other groups, obtaining an additional stroke of a Command Spell as well—wouldn't that better suit your logic?"
Emiya Kiritsugu narrowed his eyes and put the cigarette between his lips.
He was thinking.
"When facing Berserker, what are the odds that you can finish him quickly?"
"I do not dare exaggerate. The confidence I can offer is ninety percent."
"However, the prerequisite is that you allow me to unleash my Noble Phantasm."
"...Is that so."
Ninety percent.
"I will contact you when necessary."
Flicking away the ash once more, Emiya