However, before he finished speaking, Saber had already stepped onto the stage with her sword, and a Strike Air directly shredded Scott's armor. However, he was well protected by Assassin and quickly disappeared.

"This... how can a ghost in a horror movie be beaten to a pulp by the victim...? Never mind, Producer, you should exit for now. You'll be useful later."

Grady's tone finally changed a little, yet he still remained calm: "Is this the strength of an otherworldly Servant? Hmph, well, Penacony is just a small place with only ten Amber Eras. In terms of creating legends and accumulating history, it naturally can't compare to a true hero."

"But this will precisely be the reason for your failure. I will take you runaways one by one and turn you into obedient extras."

Gold Dust looked up, somewhat speechless: "Which eye of yours saw us running away?"

"Please calm down, the second act of the movie is about to begin."

— —

A Certain Scientific Railgun.

"Oh, oh! That Saber made her move!"

In the Tokiwadai Middle School dormitory, Shirai Kuroko and Misaka Mikoto were both captivated by the brief battle displayed on Celestial Screen. The Saber, wielding a transparent weapon, conjured a fierce gale the moment her weapon struck, instantly tearing apart Scott's seemingly sturdy armor.

"Is that... a wind-manipulating superpower? Isn't Saber a swordsman?" Shirai Kuroko was quite puzzled by the ability to conjure a fierce wind with that move. Although Servants are very strong, she couldn't imagine how one could train the power of "swordsmanship" to the level of "magic."

"No, that's unlikely..." Misaka Mikoto propped her chin with one hand, her eyes slightly lowered in thought: "Kuroko, pay attention to her appearance and attire; it's clearly ancient European style. I think she might possess some wind-related magic."

"Magic, huh..." Shirai Kuroko tilted her head, "I thought she was a pure swordswoman. But Onee-sama, what you said makes a lot of sense."

Misaka Mikoto calmly shook her head: "I didn't deny that she is a swordswoman; her swordsmanship is undoubtedly very solid. However, in medieval Europe, legends of magic were quite prevalent. It's not strange for Miss Saber, as a Servant from that era, to possess one or two supplementary combat spells."

"It's this Assassin, though. He actually dares to send his own Master out to fight. I don't know if he's arrogant or foolish... He probably doesn't even realize the power gap between himself and this group of people, does he?"

— —

Everyone gathered around a table to discuss their current predicament.

Boothill, Robin, and Miss Note were missing, and Scott and his Servant were ready to make a comeback at any moment.

Saber looked at Gold Dust: "Archer's Master, I see you're very familiar with movies. Do you have any insight into that Grady?"

Gold Dust shared truthfully: "I've only heard the name. This guy was a bad movie director active in Penacony's early days, filming an astonishing number of low-budget horror silent films, and he was particularly good at playing with interesting commercial gimmicks."

"But his name has long been forgotten by the people of Penacony. This movie he's using to trap us, I stumbled upon it by chance in an interstellar junk market."

Saber's brow furrowed slightly: "So he's an unknown figure? This could be troublesome."

"What do you mean by that?"

Saber: "As beings who left their mark on history, the legends of Servants often conceal their weaknesses: like a certain warrior who bathed in the River Styx and became invulnerable, but a wound to his heel would be fatal."

"I had hoped to learn about this guy's deeds from you. I didn't expect him to be an unknown nobody you've never even heard of."

— —

Fate/Apocrypha.

High above the temporary red faction stronghold in Sighișoara Fortress, Achilles and Atalanta stood side by side at the stone railing, gazing up at the otherworldly Holy Grail War unfolding on Celestial Screen. The evening breeze of the setting sun ruffled Achilles' slightly disheveled green hair as he stood with his arms crossed, looking utterly at ease.

But it wasn't until the blonde female swordsman in Celestial Screen calmly exposed his sole weakness that Achilles felt a chill instantly spread from his heart to his limbs.

Cold sweat continuously beaded on his forehead, rolling down his stiff cheeks. He could almost hear his heart pounding wildly in his chest, the sound deafening.

"Achilles?" Atalanta immediately noticed the abnormality of her companion beside her, her emerald eyes turning to him with a hint of confusion and concern, "What's wrong? You're suddenly sweating so much."

"...N-nothing, Big Sis."

Achilles' voice held a tremor that was almost imperceptible. He forced himself to relax his tense shoulders, trying to cover his inner turmoil with his usual cheerful smile, but the result was far from ideal. He raised a hand to wipe away the cold sweat from his forehead: "It's just... I suddenly thought of something from the past."

When he was a child, his teacher had told him that his mother, the sea goddess Thetis, had roasted his body with sacred flames, intending to bestow upon him the immortality of a god, and his heel was the only part that had not been seared... This was also his only weakness.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm.

(Calm down, Achilles. Even if someone knows that Achilles' weakness in legend is his heel, so what?)

(On this battlefield, as long as I don't actively reveal my true name, no one can connect that legend to "me." Rider—that is my class in this Holy Grail War, nothing more.)

"Are you really alright?" Atalanta pressed, clearly not entirely convinced by his explanation.

"Ah, really, I'm fine." Achilles waved his hand, redirecting his gaze to Celestial Screen, but a few more layers of caution had entered the depths of his eyes, "I just feel... that Miss Saber is truly knowledgeable."

— —

"He's quite a match for Mr. Scott, an unknown nobody with rather insidious methods."

Saber continued: "But I have a hunch that even if they have the upper hand right now, they can't do anything to us."

Xing also agreed with Saber's view: "Those who play tricks have no real power..."

"Exactly. A film director in life, he clearly won't be a combat-oriented type even after becoming a Servant... You can tell from his Noble Phantasm, which takes horror films he shot in life as its prototype and transforms into a Reality Marble. Although the ability is rare, it's more like a trap, only capable of trapping victims."

Gold Dust nodded: "...But if the trap's spikes can't harm the prey, then the hunter will be the unlucky one."

"Now, this guy's belly holds three Servants, and the strongest castles are often broken from within."