Being Too Tall Isn't My Fault

Rank A Grand Magic—Teleportation!

Teleportation, something only top-tier magi could accomplish, was as simple and effortless as casting a fireball in Medea's hands.

Medea appeared behind Artoria. At the same time, a lightning-shaped twisted dagger appeared in her hand—Rule Breaker!

"Careful—don't let that sword touch you!" Red A shouted instinctively. Aside from Illya, he was the only one who recognized that Noble Phantasm and knew what it did.

However, he had still underestimated Artoria as she was now. He had underestimated just how powerful Path of the Shining had become after her Instinct was raised to Rank EX.

Without even turning her head, Artoria swung her sword backward. Medea, who had only just appeared behind her, seemed to have run into it herself and was pierced clean through by the Holy Sword. Path of the Shining had not only seen the future in which Sasaki Kojiro unleashed Tsubame Gaeshi—it had also seen the future of Medea's sneak attack.

"Pfft—"

The bewildered Medea cried out and hurriedly used Teleportation again, vanishing from everyone's sight.

"She ran?"

"Don't worry. She won't abandon her Master. The legendary Traitor Witch is actually incredibly devoted." Illya shook her head and looked at Rin Tohsaka. "Have Archer send her on her way!"

"Okay!" Rin Tohsaka did not refuse. If Red A could not even deal with a severely wounded Medea, then he would be utterly useless.

"Archer! Go kill Medea!"

Red A nodded, turned into spirit form, and chased after her up the mountain. Medea had not concealed her presence. Both she and Souichirou Kuzuki were inside Ryuudou Temple.

"Looks like I don't have much time left..." Sasaki Kojiro glanced at Red A before turning his gaze to Heracles.

"I am already satisfied to have crossed swords with the legendary King Arthur. But since there is still a little time left, allow me to witness the martial skill of the Great Hero Heracles, now that his reason has returned!"

Being Too Tall Isn't My Fault

Sasaki Kojiro challenged Heracles. He had done only one thing in his life: practice the sword. He had nothing but swordsmanship, and now that he could fight powerful figures from different times and legends, he was truly delighted.

Likewise, after watching Sasaki Kojiro's duel with Artoria, Heracles was stirred up as well.

Although he had fought Sasaki Kojiro once a few days ago, he had not regained his reason at the time. He had relied entirely on the overwhelming defense and strength granted by Twelve Labors, using that shameless, injury-for-injury style to suppress Sasaki Kojiro.

This time, he would compete with James in martial skill, as the founder of Nemean Lion and the Great Hero Heracles.

"Illya?"

"Go on!"

Illya smiled faintly and agreed to let Heracles fight. Then...

"Roar!"

Heracles charged forward with a furious roar. The wind pressure kicked up by his run alone shook every leaf from the maple trees on either side.

Sasaki Kojiro's expression changed instantly. His initial excitement turned into shock and... speechlessness.

"Damn it! Didn't this guy regain his reason? Why is he still so wild? Don't tell me he's going to fight shamelessly like last time?"

Fortunately, his worries were unnecessary. Heracles was a Great Hero who respected martial virtue.

Even so, facing Heracles was far from easy even in a technical contest, because technique did not diminish Heracles's strength.

Even reduced by thirty percent, Heracles's strength was still Rank A+. Sasaki Kojiro's was only Rank C. The gap between them was simply too great. Combined with the weight of Heracles's nameless Axe-Sword, which was as large as an adult, James's blade would shatter after only a few clashes.