"Hey! Leave the last one to you!"
Artoria, who had stepped off the motorcycle, said nothing as she grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lawrence by the waist and tossed them both onto the back seat of her bike.
"Got it! You go on ahead—I'll catch up!"
The sounds of close combat came from the other side of the smoke. The sound seemed somewhat familiar, yet completely unfamiliar at the same time.
"Hold on tight! We're going!"
VROOOOM—
Artoria suddenly started the motorcycle and shot forward amid Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lawrence's screams.
"All right, from this position, even if they catch up, we can get away again."
Screech—
After stopping the bike, Artoria glanced back.
"...Are you two all right?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lawrence both looked as though they were about to die.
"I think I'm mostly fine, but Miss Lawrence is probably really—"
Artoria's motorcycle seemed to have been modified.
That monstrous Servant could reach speeds of two hundred kilometers per hour, yet Artoria's motorcycle had managed to leave it behind.
Having just used her Noble Phantasm, Lawrence had nearly been sent back to the Throne of Heroes by the sheer sensation of speeding along.
"I-I'm fine..."
She barely managed to create a gem and heal herself a little, then lay on her side on the ground as she stubbornly insisted.
"Looks like you know me, Master of Chaldea."
Seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka's astonished expression, Artoria gave a cool, beautiful smile.
"Yes, but probably not this version of you."
Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, his eyes shining.
The Artoria before him was dressed boldly and fashionably: a black crop top paired with extremely short shorts, leaving her collarbones and thighs largely exposed to the air. She wore a simple black jacket over them, but rather than seeming alluring, she felt... incredibly cool?
Her hair