"Wha...!?"
Even Ruler, who received knowledge concerning all Servants when she was summoned, couldn't helped but be shocked by the appearance of what appeared before her.
"Hmm. You over there, you—aren't a Black Servant, are you? Hmm, Ruler, then?"
The speaker had a clear voice like the wind, with a body so thin and light it was like a tree leaf swaying in the wind.
The green girl spun through the air and landed next to Ruler. In her hand was a large bow that didn't suit her stature.
"—Archer of Red."
Ruler was, of course, on guard. It was only natural after having been attacked by Lancer and (probably) Caster of Red.
But Archer of Red looked at Ruler as if doubting her and spoke.
"What? You're a mediator, right? Don't you understand who you should be on guard against right now?"
"—No. Naturally, I understand ..."
Those words came from the bottom of her heart. Ruler lessened her caution towards Archer somewhat. Most likely, the Red camp wasn't monolithic. At the very least, Archer and her Master didn't seem to consider Ruler a target to be killed.
Yes, right now, the one she should be on guard against wasn't her.
"...The second Berserker on the Black camp's side, Spartacus... huh?"
Berserker of Red had been captured by Lancer of Black and forced to change Masters. In other words, despite being Berserker of Red, he was fighting the Red camp as an enemy right now.
Ruler had no issue with that. In the Holy Grail War, allied Servants turning around and becoming enemies was far from impossible.
But—
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo1———!!"
Was this actually possible? For an instant, Ruler mistook it for a hill. Next, the thought 'Is that a pile of corpses?' flashed through her mind—and finally, she had no choice but to arrive at a conclusion that rejected both those guesses.
"Berserker... is it?"
"Yeha. I didn't think it would become this terrible. I keep shooting and shooting at him, but his body just enlarges and reinforces itself, and now he's already forgetting his human form. To think that Berserker would go this mad."
As a related party, Archer of Red sighed as if amazed.
What stood in front of the two of them was truly a hill-like monster. If it were simply large, Ruler wouldn't have become speechless like this.
What left her at a loss for words was Berserker of Red's current state.
He had eight arms. Three of them had no bones in them, let alone joints. They were like octopus tentacles, but when they were swung, they became like whips and smashed through the enemy.
His log-like legs had multiple insect-like legs sprouting out from them, most likely to divide the weight since two legs alone couldn't support him.
His head had sunk into his neck, but upper and lower jaws like that of a Tyrannosaurus rex stuck out from the top of his shoulders.
—Crying Warmonger: Howl of the Wounded Beast.
It's already more like a kind of curse than a Noble Phantasm, Ruler thought. He lived, he moved, and more than anything else... he still sought the battlefield and victory.
