Exhaling smoke, Emiya Kiritsugu hid himself again.
"This... is enough."
...
Poof——
Annuo pulled out the sword stuck on his left shoulder and threw it directly to the ground.
"I thought that without your Master, you should learn some prudent behavior from the Junior Council, Archer."
"What I didn't expect is that you still insist on yourself, but... do you know what a shame it is for a duel between knights to be interrupted?"
An Nuo's face was covered with fine beads of sweat, but there was still a coldness in his eyes.
"Things like that have never had anything to do with me. I don't care whether the bastard's dignity has been trampled on, or -"
"Even if it's trampled on, so what?"
Gilgamesh stood in mid-air, smiling and looking at Annuo, who was obviously in something wrong.
The weakness was penetrated, and Annuo felt a pain in his spiritual base, but...it didn't matter.
As long as you still have the sword in your hand, you can still fight.
Annuo stopped talking, clenched the chalk in his right hand, and the holy light struck Gilgamesh in the air.
But Gilgamesh controlled the Flying Noble Phantasm and easily avoided Anno's holy light.
"Saber, retreat."
"Now is not the time to fight Archer. I will give you the opportunity to kill him with your own hands."
Just when Annuo wanted to continue the attack, such a voice sounded in the contract.
Chapter completed!