The fire was still burning.
The Wolf King and the headless knight were trapped within the flames, charging about madly as if they would never stop.
"Will this be enough?"
Lawrence set the enormous bear trap on the ground. She stood up, her expression somewhat reluctant.
"I know what you're thinking, Lawrence."
Sherlock Holmes stood beside Lawrence, holding the little white dog, Cavall II.
"Using the Wolf King's love to kill the Wolf King—there is nothing more cruel in this world. But..."
"If we want to kill the Wolf King, if we want to free him, we have no other choice here."
"If Servants renowned as hunters, like Oceannus, Heracles, or Orion, were here, perhaps we could have chosen a dignified death for him. But... this is all we can do right now."
Lawrence pressed her lips together and looked ahead.
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Artoria were making their preparations.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's fists had remained clenched.
He clearly knew that using love to inflict harm was despicable and shameful, yet it was something he had to do now.
Because only this could kill the Wolf King.
This was both to keep moving forward and to free the Wolf King.
He had no choice, so for the sake of saving the world... he was willing to bear this despicable sin.
"Jeanne d'Arc Alter's flames can't be breached. How are we supposed to lure the Wolf King out?"
Artoria filled her motorcycle with fuel and asked Lawrence.
"They can be breached."
James Moriarty answered.
"As long as Fujimaru Ritsuka appears, as long as the Wolf King senses Fujimaru Ritsuka's presence, he will charge out of the flames at any cost."
"Intelligent creatures have the ability to suppress instinct with willpower. Especially a monster like Wolf King Robert, filled with hatred."
"He will definitely