“Indeed, I am. I shall ‒ ‒ ‒ ‒ ‒”
“Delusional Heartbeat.”
The moment she spoke, time stopped.
Jester felt something brush against his chest. He lowered his head to look at it. What’s thIs?
And tHen—he saw somethINg Red in frOnT of his torso, and he
NÖTICeDThaTiTwAs ïn facT HÒlDing ontO soMeThInG rEd, ANd
HÉ realiZe d Tha T T h e T hINg iT WASh OL d iN g Ẅ As Ac T u a Lͅ Ly HIS he ā rT,A nd
He did not raise his head back up. Jester’s body collapsed to the ground.

A few minutes later.
In the basement of the lakeside cottage where the nameless Heroic Spirit was summoned, there were no men; only corpses.
By the time Assassin departed, this became an even more certain truth.
“Kha!”
A pristine laugh rang out.
But the truth was what it was.
In that room, there were no men; only corpses.
“Khaa! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
A peal of laughter echoed. It sounded like the laugh of a child, jubilant from the bottom of its heart; but at the same time, it was warped— somehow perverted.
But the truth was still what it was.
In that room, there were no men; only corpses.
“Wow, that was a surprise! To think that the Holy Grail would bring me such a kooky little maverick!”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 1, Part 3 ("Assassin")