Emiya Alter sat on the outer edge of Gunshaft Tower, gazing down from the towering platform.
Chaldea really was capable.
To accomplish this much under such circumstances, even I felt like praising you.
Shinjuku's Berserker, Shinjuku's Assassin, Shinjuku's Avenger—one after another, they had fallen at your feet.
How interesting.
But.
Emiya closed his eyes.
Even after accomplishing this much, that Servant...
In the end, would naturally crush all of you.
"Now that Avenger is dead, only we remain to guard Gunshaft Tower. Don't you have anything to say?"
Emiya swung his legs. Without turning around, he knew someone was standing behind him.
"Does the number of defenders really matter?"
Moriarty remained perfectly composed, even smiling slightly.
"It was like this from the beginning?"
Emiya frowned and glanced back at him.
"Everything is inevitable. I firmly believe that there are no coincidences in this world, especially... in Shinjuku."
Moriarty tilted his head slightly, maintaining his image as an evil gentleman.
"...You mean the magic bullet has already flown over?"
After a moment of silence, Emiya asked this.
"No, it has not."
"Now... is not the time."
Emiya looked at him for several seconds, then let out a long sigh and stood up.
"So, the protection duty still has to continue."
"All remaining Sparrow Bees will be under my command. Have Shakespeare hurry up and create more large Phantom Spirits."
"If you still want to achieve your crime."
Emiya walked past Moriarty.
"I'll do my own work. Fortunately, this gunshaft is a stronghold that is easy to defend and difficult to assault."
Moriarty and Emiya stood back-to-back.
"You can't just shut the gates and wait while defending a city. I'll go set up some traps in advance."
"If possible, the best strategy would be to lure them into the tower and wipe