Tokiomi Tohsaka frowned silently beside him. For a proper mage as old-fashioned as him, this absurd carnival had far exceeded the limits of his tolerance.
"Since I have returned to this garden, I ought to indulge in all things under heaven. Racing makes for a fine appetizer." Gilgamesh had already seen through his thoughts, a pleased smile curling across his lips. "Tokiomi, do not make me completely disappointed."
"As you command... my King."
"Next, in third position, Saber! Her ride is a crystallization of modern technology: a Mercedes-Benz 300SL equipped with an inline-six engine!"
"Yahoo~" Irisviel poked her head out from the passenger seat and greeted everyone with infectious energy.
"Irisviel, be careful. This race won't be so simple." Saber gripped the steering wheel as though holding reins, fully prepared for battle.
As for Kiritsugu, after his attempted escape had failed, he gave up resisting and sat in the back seat that had been specially modified for Illya. He looked even more nervous than Saber, who was responsible for driving.
Although he had managed to persuade Irisviel to reluctantly give up the driver's seat, why did it feel like the sense of danger had only gotten worse...
Making Saber, who already disliked him, the driver—Kiritsugu Emiya perfectly demonstrated that the way to remove the "danger" from danger was to turn it into "death."
Have a safe journey, Kiritsugu.
Thinking this, Sakutsuki withdrew his gaze and loudly announced:
"Finally, in fourth position, the Caster team! Their ride is the Kawasaki Ninja H2R, a track motorcycle known as a 'ground-hugging aircraft'!"
He lowered his body, and Miyu behind him reached out and tightly wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Ready, Miyu?"
"Mm, I'm ready, Brother." Perhaps affected by the tense and thrilling atmosphere, Miyu's cheeks were flushed red.
For her, this Holy