"Archer, fire."
Through the long-range telepathic channel the Servants had actively established between themselves, Sovell personally took command of the other five Servants.
Thanks to the existence of Mystery, the delay in their telepathic communication was almost nonexistent.
Barely had Sovell finished speaking when three arrows shot toward Red Berserker, who was charging through the forest toward them.
But Red Berserker swung his sword, unleashing a rolling blast of air. One arrow was knocked straight out of the sky, while the other two were blown off course and missed their target.
"That wasn't a Noble Phantasm or a personal skill. It was pure physical strength."
With both his personal skills, [Clairvoyance] and [Clairvoyance], activated, Chiron reported his visual assessment to Sovell based on his experience and knowledge.
Sovell nodded and replied, "Understood. About the same as me, then. He certainly deserves the Berserker class."
Standing atop a tree, he had seen it.
The distant "wind" was trembling before the Rome Short Sword (Gladius) in Red Berserker's hand.
"Caster, send in a few Automatons to test the waters."
"All right."
Meanwhile, in a tree several hundred meters behind Red Berserker, three figures were watching his every move, just as the Black Faction was.
"Enemies?"
The only man among the three spoke as he watched several humanoid figures emerge from the earth, rocks, and grass in the distance.
Another of the three, a beautiful woman with long teal hair, quickly identified the enemies with her excellent eyesight:
"Yes, but they don't seem to be Servants. They're closer to puppets."
"Should we lend a hand?"
The man made his suggestion quite casually. That was hardly surprising. Had the Black Faction sent out Servants, it would have been a different matter, but these were only a hundred-odd Automatons. Neither of the two thought