And the battle between the two ends.
They killed and exterminated each other with all their might, and it ended with the annihilation of the red knight.
The gorgeous hall is completely transformed.
The floor is cracked in numerous places.
Many walls have been knocked down.
The stairs have collapsed and the smashed marble has scattered in the wind.
The space has been completely destroyed, leaving no trace of its former beauty.
You could say it has also destroyed time.
Because the remains of the destruction hide what the place looked like just two hours ago.
"

"
In the middle of the destruction stands a suitable sculpture.
It stands over two meters tall, looking like a figure of a man carved out of a large stone.
It does not even need to be said.
It is Ilyasviel's Servant, Berserker.
The giant does not move.
His body is dyed in red and filled with holes.
There is no place on the giant's body that is not wounded.
First, both his legs are almost melted.
Second, there is the mark of a cut on his neck.
Third, his arm is barely hanging from his elbow.
Fourth, he is slashed from his shoulder to his groin.
Fifth, a large amount of blood is gushing out from his chest.
Sixth, his internal organs can be seen at his stomach.
Berserker does not move.
It is only natural.
It is a corpse, no matter how one looks at it.
The battle itself has ended much earlier.
But Berserker's Master has forgotten to act as this result is too surprising and unexpected.
She has to pursue her prey, but she is only looking at this scene in astonishment.
"--I can't believe it. Who was he?"
She murmurs angrily.
The battle that took place here was nothing but humiliation for her.
Her Servant is the most powerful.
There should only be one or two Servants able to match Hercules, the most famous of all the heroic spirits.
But Archer, a heroic spirit of unknown identity, has defeated him.
That red knight has matched Berserker equally and has succeeded in killing Berserker, something no one has been able to do before.

Such actions cannot be forgiven.
For her, this is like being stabbed in the heart by a bug on the roadside.
The pride of a girl who considers herself the strongest cannot allow her to be cornered by someone who should be stepped on, begging for sympathy.
"Geez, that pisses me off! Getting defeated six times...you weren't going easy on him, were you!?"
The sculpture does not answer.
It might be unable to afford an answer, or perhaps it sees no need for one.
Berserker just stands there and devotes himself to healing his wounds.
…This battle was too strange for him as well.
His "Noble Phantasm" nullifies any attack.
No attack can affect his body unless it is of the highest grade.
So, he rarely takes wounds.
In the age of gods, no one could scratch him after he had accomplished his great deeds.
But still, six times.
Archer delivered a fatal blow six times.
It does not even need to be said that every one of the attacks was by a different method.
Even the greatest attacks cannot be effective on Berserker twice.
…If one seeks strangeness, that is the strange part.
If Archer is a hero with such varied abilities, his true identity should have been clear.
But his true identity still remained unknown even after his body was pulverized.
What was really surprising was his way of being, contradictory to that of a Servant.