The Battle of the Mion River had ended.
But the repercussions were clearly far from over.
Leaving everything else aside, the two enormous craters along the banks of the Mion River alone were enough to give the Holy Church people a headache.
But there was nothing they could do about it.
They had given the explanation that there had been another gas explosion.
The mayor of Fuyuki City, who had already bowed and apologized before the media over the collapse of the Fuyuki Grand Hotel caused by a gas explosion, now seemed to be preparing for another press conference to apologize.
And it was not just the mayor of Fuyuki City who was sweating bullets.
The gas company, pipeline maintenance crews, repair workers, the Mion River Channel Management Bureau, and the staff of several nearby residential complexes—every last one of them was drenched in sweat.
However, those were merely worldly repercussions. They were not important to the Holy Grail War.
"My Master, I..."
Inside a warehouse on the outskirts of Fuyuki, the severely wounded Diarmuid had already regained consciousness. He knelt before Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, his expression pained, yet unable to say a word.
"Lancer."
With his hands behind his back, Kenneth looked down at his Servant. The disappointment and resentment in his eyes could not be concealed.
"You are too weak."
"Urgh..."
Those words struck Diarmuid's heart like a heavy hammer, forcing a pained, struggling sound from him.
But...
He still could not refute it.
In the battle at the harbor, although no victor had been decided, Saber had clearly suppressed him.
And at the start of the Battle of the Mion River, while he had indeed driven Ibaraki Douji into a corner, after Berserker's Master used Command Spells to issue those three bizarre orders, the power Ibaraki Douji