"Miss!"
"A Servant reaction has entered the bounded field!"
At daybreak, Illya had just opened her eyes when Sella's voice reached her ears.
"—Berserker!"
Fortunately, Illya reacted quickly, calling for her Servant at once.
Roar—
Berserker let out a roar, his massive body launching like a projectile from the balcony of the Einzbern Family castle—toward the source of the Servant's presence.
And answering him—
Was a flash of silver-white swordlight.
Clang—
"This time, I won't lose to you again, Berserker."
Anno forced Berserker back and spoke with a grave expression.
Anno readily admitted his defeat in his previous battle with Berserker, even if the fundamental reason for that loss had been Shirou Emiya's inadequate qualifications as a Master.
But now, Anno no longer feared that problem.
For one thing, Adelson's magical workshop could replenish some of his mana. For another, for some reason, the mana within Shirou's body had begun to increase.
Perhaps because of the frequent battles and the resolution of his psychological issues, Shirou Emiya no longer had hesitation or confusion in his heart. He had found the path he ought to walk—so he had grown stronger as a magus, and the mana he could provide as a Master had increased as well.
Now, Anno no longer had to fight with his hands tied.
"Damn Saber!"
Standing on the balcony and watching the battle already erupting in the distance, Illya gritted her teeth. Still wearing her pajamas, she hurried down from the castle, but on the first floor—
"Don't move."
"If you insist on moving, I can't guarantee that this spear in my hand won't pierce your heart."
Cu Chulainn's spear was already pressed against Sella's chest. Only a layer of clothing and a few ribs separated its tip from her heart.
"You... bastard!"
Sella glared furiously at