Outside the long-abandoned warehouse, only one person stood in the empty lot.
"Do we really have to fight, Lancer? Why do we have to fight here?"
Sola's anxious voice rang in Diarmuid's ears.
Kenneth sat in his wheelchair behind Sola, wrapped head to toe in bandages, glaring darkly at his fiancée.
Fiancée?
Ha.
What an utterly ridiculous joke.
That damned beast. That mole of his—!
Kenneth's rage was beyond words.
But... what could he do?
He had already become a cripple. Even returning to his former state would require relying on the two people before him who had betrayed him.
If there was a chance, if there was a chance—
Kenneth stared at Sola's back with bloodshot eyes.
"Lancer, we clearly—"
Sola wanted to say something more, but Diarmuid gave her nothing in return.
—BOOM!!!
A thunderous crash suddenly exploded beside everyone's ears.
Having seemingly leaped down from the top of the towering silo, Anno slowly rose to his feet.
"...If this had been at the start of this Holy Grail War, I never would have imagined that the person I most wanted to see now would be an enemy like you."
"...Perhaps only an enemy like you can grant me a moment of peace."
Looking at Anno, the opponent with whom he was about to fight to the death, Diarmuid showed a relieved smile and tightened his grip on the red spear slightly.
"Some people are worth giving everything for, noble knight."
Anno sighed, looking sorrowfully at Diarmuid standing opposite him.
"And others are not worthy of it."
"If you truly suffer for the sake of your loyalty, I will free you."
Clang—
The Holy Sword was drawn. Its radiant might roared, and killing intent filled Anno's eyes.
"No one will interfere in this battle, so come—"
"Step forward