Saber had needed five seconds to regain her footing after Archer's shot. But by the time those five seconds had passed, Assassin had already withdrawn.
She clicked her tongue—her regret over not killing Assassin and her hatred towards Archer for getting in the way made Saber's face twist in anger.
"Master. Assassin has run away, while Archer's over there. Who should I attack? I personally recommend Archer who's so full of himself on the clock tower."
Saber asked that question while pointing her sword at the clock tower, and Shishigou just scratched his head with a sigh. His answer was already decided for him. In addition, it'd be very difficult to chase after Assassin now that she had run away. Anyhow, they wouldn't be able to catch her by sight at all due to her [Presence Concealment] skill.
"...You seem pretty intent on fighting Archer yourself. Well, that's the correct decision. I'll take care of his Master."
"Sorry about this, Master. Then, I'm off to crush Archer."
Saber grinned happily. She could also tell with her eyes that Archer was nocking his next arrow. Her normal full-throttle speed wouldn't be enough to reach him in time. However—
Saber had the [Prana Burst] skill. By taking off her Noble Phantasm helm, she could clad her body in prana even further and could explosively accelerate herself by instantly releasing it all in a jet burst.
"All right... Saber, go and get him!"
"Aye!!"
The instant after she yelled out her agreement to Shishigou, she disappeared in a flash. She had taken a single, powerful step forward. She was like a human-shaped cannonball. She flew towards where that distant bowman should be.
Archer didn't move. Saber glanced at Archer's Master as she headed towards Shishigou while circumventing around Saber. However, an arrow flew towards Saber to prevent her from touching the female Master.
As she cut the arrow with her sword, Saber smiled.
—You don't need to worry, Archer. The one I want to crush is you.
Archer's Master was going to face Saber's own Master, Shishigou. He wouldn't lose before her. She felt a little surprised when she realized that she believed that. She had never trusted those known as magi before now. She had thought of magi as all being shut-ins with extremely twisted personalities. No, in reality, the magi that she had met until now were generally like that.
But there were also the sort of magi that get along well with her. The type that was foolhardy and reckless, thinking 90% on attack and 10% on defense.
Speaking of which, the catalyst that summoned her was a fragment from the Round Table. In other words, it wouldn't have been strange for any of the other Knights of the Round Table—like Lancelot, who slighted her father, or Gawain, that annoying honor student—to have been summoned instead.
And yet, the one who was summoned was her. She considered the meaning of that. She thought that, at some point, she would have to properly think it over. In order to obtain the Holy Grail for herself.
At that point, Saber stopped her extraneous thoughts. She was heading for the sixty-meter-tall clock tower. She only needed twelve steps to reach it. Instead of ascending it with both her hands and feet, she dashed straight up the 90-degree-angle outer wall with just her two feet.
Archer was already right before her. She could see not only his form, but even his expression. He was a man of delicate features clad in leather armor. Indeed, the style of his appearance was truly that of a bowman. But now that she had gotten this close, there was no longer anything that Archer could do.
