"How will the Holy Grail grant my wish?"
It made no sense.
There was a sense of dissonance.
Even... a faint chill down his spine.
Emiya Kiritsugu could indeed feel the familiar presence of his wife from the Irisviel before him. What she said was probably not false; she had truly inherited Irisviel's personality and memories.
But aside from those things, there was definitely, definitely something else.
Emiya Kiritsugu did not know what that something was.
So... he had to find out.
"Archer!"
Light shrouded the Treasure Armor as Anno broke free from the black mud. Looking at Gilgamesh, who stood atop a flying Noble Phantasm, he called out with a frown.
"What is happening right now!?"
Anno asked.
"Are you questioning this king?"
"Filth."
Whoosh—
Dozens of treasury gates opened, and golden Noble Phantasms blasted toward Anno, on an even greater scale than when Rider had been killed.
But with Saber's base parameters and combat skill, Anno was not someone Rider could compare to.
Swinging the Holy Sword, Anno cleaved apart every Noble Phantasm hurtling toward him, gritting his teeth.
He and Gilgamesh were at Fuyuki Civic Hall.
This place had already become an ocean of black mud. The manifestation of the Holy Grail could vaguely be seen, but—
"Get down here, Gilgamesh!"
Emiya Kiritsugu was nowhere to be seen. The black mud was still spreading outward; if it was not stopped, all of Fuyuki City would be plunged into danger. And that bastard Gilgamesh—
Clang—
Holy light formed a crescent moon and slashed toward Gilgamesh in the air.
Rattle—
Chains stretched across its path, blocking Anno's strike.
"You and I are the final opponents of this Holy Grail War. Let us decide the victor here, filth."
"...Fine."
Looking at everything before him, Anno could not help recalling Sakumura's