"You've made a mistake!"
Lancer looked at Saber as she rushed towards him and smiled with a winning grin.
"By the time I learned your real name, you had already lost!"
Hearing this, Saber's expression changed slightly, but she did not stop the momentum of her attack.
A violent explosion shook the air, and the golden sword, which had been invisible, was now shining brightly in the night.
This is the second function of "Invisible Air." The moment you unlock the enchantment, the wind attacks the enemy mercilessly like a weapon, but this is an attack method that can only be used once.
This time, Saber used it as a secret weapon. The air freed from the golden sword pushed Saber from behind, tripling her normal speed!
The high-speed advance, like an ultrasonic wave, shook the surrounding air; rubble and leaves were blown away without a trace.
Lancer didn't react, as if he had given up on the attack, and stood still.
But his legs moved.
The yellow spear that Lancer had just thrown on the ground was hooked by his tiptoe and flicked back into his hand.
The charm on the yellow spear was automatically lifted, revealing the golden body of "Gae Buidhe" among the scattered spells.
With the wind blowing in the opposite direction, life and death seemed to be decided in this single moment.
In the interval between Saber and Lancer, blood splattered!
Both sides were injured in the clash. Lancer showed a scar on his left arm, and Saber surprisingly also suffered a wound on her left arm.
Each side retreated ten meters and remained on guard.
Saber shouted to Irisviel.
"Please use healing magic for me, Irisviel!"
"I used it! But, but... it didn't work...!"
"What!?"
Compared with the injured Saber, Irisviel, who came to the rescue, showed a more embarrassed look.
Irisviel, as a magus, is undoubtedly top-notch. Originally, she was a special case in the moonlit world, with a body that was "designed" and "created." She couldn't go wrong when using a low-level spell like healing magic. Even if something went wrong, Irisviel herself would know how to deal with it.
"It was supposed to be curable, Saber. Your current state should be completely healed."
"..."
Saber frowned at this and looked down at the wound on her left arm. It looked like a minor injury, but the tendon had been severed, meaning Saber could not fully grasp the hilt of her sword.
Noticing the strangeness of the wound, Saber quickly turned her gaze to Lancer.
"Master, please use healing magic."
"Good."
Shirou, hearing Diarmuid's request, raised his hand and cast a spell. After extracting Kayneth's knowledge, Shirou was able to perform healing magic to its fullest potential.
The wound on Lancer's left arm, haunted by the glow of magic, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this scene, Saber felt a chill in her heart and had a bad premonition.
At this time, Lancer, whose wound had been completely healed, looked at Saber.
"Faced with my demon-breaking Gae Dearg, it's not bad that you understood that armor is useless."
The Noble Phantasm had worked, and Lancer didn't hide his nature anymore; after all, his tactics had succeeded.
"But discarding the armor was a rash thought. If you hadn't discarded it, you should have been able to defend against Gae Buidhe."
Saber, hearing Lancer's words, immediately understood.
"I see... It's a cursed spear. Once stabbed by it, the wound won't heal. I should have noticed that..."
The crimson spear that broke through magic, the golden spear with the curse attached, and the charm of the love spot—Saber immediately figured it out.
"The first warrior of the Knights of the Fianna... Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. I didn't expect you to participate in this Holy Grail War."
"This is the wonder of the Holy Grail War, where heroes from all eras meet to exchange martial arts and ideas. How interesting it is."
Lancer sighed, then stopped talking. He gripped the crimson spear in his hand and rushed towards the unprepared Saber without hesitation, intending to finish her with one blow!
Whoosh————!
A crimson light flashed, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at the girl's head————
"Stop!"
There was a loud bang in the sky, and Rider made his debut.
He drove a chariot with sparks and lightning all the way and stopped between Lancer and Saber.
"Tsk..."
Shirou, seeing this, frowned.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the top of the tall building nearby, where Emiya Kiritsugu still held a sniper rifle and watched the battle.
If Rider hadn't stopped it, Kiritsugu would have chosen to pull the trigger at the moment Saber was about to be hit by Lancer to buy her time to evacuate.
And Diarmuid didn't know the extent of Shirou's strength, so he would not have hesitated to turn back at that moment to block the attack for Shirou.
Shirou, thinking of this, let out a sigh.
Shirou has no good feelings for Emiya Kiritsugu, who pursues a "justice" that sacrifices the minority to save the majority to the point of madness. If the other party dared to shoot, Shirou would not be merciful.
Judging by the appearance, this was an ancient chariot with two oxen. It was not war horses tied to the wheels, but burly, toned bulls with muscles rolling like waves.
Ox hooves tread the void, pulling the luxurious and magnificent chariot. No, the chariot was not simply floating. The wheels roared, and the bulls' hooves trampled not on earth but on lightning.
Every time the hooves and chariot kicked the empty sky, purple lightning flashed its cobweb-shaped tentacles, curling the atmosphere upwards with a deafening sound.
The magic of the lightning burst was probably comparable to the single blows that Lancer and Saber unleashed with all their might.
Needless to say, this must be the third Servant intervening in the duel between Saber and Lancer.
"Stop it all before this King!"