As the oldest Hero King, if Gilgamesh got serious, he could end the Holy Grail War overnight.
With the advantage of foresight and considerable strength to back it up, Sakutsuki could likewise end this battle in a short time—but there was no point in that.
What he needed was not victory. To achieve his goal, Sakutsuki still needed time—time to prepare everything perfectly.
Sakutsuki hoped to meet the Heroic Spirits, yearned to fight them, and looked forward to the banquet of kings that was certain to take place in the future... but before that, he had to ensure his own survival.
Only by staying alive could he see more sights, witness more meetings and partings, and fulfill the small wish that man had entrusted to him.
He could not let Miyu fight for her life. That girl should enjoy a beautiful reunion, not a bloody night.
But the Holy Grail was also something he sought.
For that... he needed a new Servant.
Sorry, Lancer. Artoria.
Behind him, Kayneth's eyes were bloodshot. He raised his trembling arm high and, as Lancer's Master, invoked his final act of tyranny.
"By Command Spell, I order you—kill yourself, Lancer!"
That had been several minutes ago.
"No, it wasn't me. It was all Lancer's fault! If he hadn't been so weak, how could I have been forced into this situation?!"
Kayneth fiercely refuted Sakutsuki's words, but the young man merely gave him a cold back. Not a single word came from him.
Even though his lips were moving, as though he were saying something.
A chill immediately gripped Kayneth's heart. Amid the eerie silence, he instinctively turned his wheelchair and changed the direction he faced.
The depths of the abandoned factory were pitch-black. Only a beam of moonlight shone through a rooftop skylight like a