Golden magical energy surged, and everyone present understood that it heralded Archer's third assault.
But just then, Archer's hate-filled glare shifted from Berserker toward Miyama Town in the southeast:
"Did you think advice from the likes of you could quell this king's wrath? You truly have some nerve, Tokiomi..."
His lips curled into a savage sneer, his expression furious and his tone contemptuous.
But the golden ripples slowly vanishing around him suggested that his Master, Tokiomi Tohsaka, had most likely used a Command Spell to calm Archer's temper and force him to withdraw.
"Consider your life spared, mad dog."
Although Archer still looked indignant, the murderous fire in his eyes had faded. The gold-armored Servant glanced at the others present:
"Mongrels, continue this tedious slaughter until we meet again. Only true heroes are worthy of an audience with this king."
With that, Archer turned, assumed spirit form, and departed.
"Heh. Looks like his Master doesn't have quite as much backbone as Archer."
Rider spoke loudly with a wry smile, though he knew this was no time for jokes. That pitch-black Berserker was every bit as dangerous as the golden Archer, Gilgamesh.
Yet, having lost his target, Berserker did not attack the others indiscriminately as they had expected. Instead, he cast a meaningful glance in Sovell's direction, then turned into a cloud of black mist and left.
But Artoria knew Berserker had not been looking at Sovell, but at her beside him. That look... Artoria knew it all too well.
Coming back to her senses, Artoria did not immediately ask Sovell why he had summoned that man. Instead, she looked at Rider:
"All right, King of Conquerors, the farce is over. Do you still intend to stop me from taking Lancer's head?"
Artoria raised her sword and pointed it at Lancer