Hansa, however, disregarded the mood and broke his silence.
“Hey, corpse.”
“. . . What, executor? Stay out of this. It’s just getting good.”
“Back at the police station, you said you’d deny the human order,” Hansa continued in spite of Jester’s obvious irritation. “That Dead Apostles exist to defile human history.”
“? And? Something that obvious should be common knowledge to an executor like you.”
“That Assassin’s part of human history. Aren’t you going to deny her? You are defiling her, but that contempt doesn’t come from denial. You’re trying to defile her with that twisted lust of yours because you were charmed by her, because you couldn’t deny her. You’re trying to corrupt her. Am I wrong?”
“. . . What’s your point?”
Jester erased all trace of expression from his face. Hansa ignored his question and coolly changed the subject.
“By the way, I told you before that bringing down you high-level Dead Apostles takes consecrated weapons, a singularity-user, or a high-level mage. . . . Remember that?”
“So what? What are you buying time for? You’re the ones who are short on—”
A Black Key sailed through Jester’s double.
Just as it embedded itself in the wall behind him, Hansa said:
“My consecrated weapons can’t reach your main body when it’s not here . . .”
“?”
“But luckily . . . I’ve got a high-level mage to help with that, Dorothea.”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 6, Chapter 20 ("Dream Becomes Reality")