Gilgamesh's expression was merely somewhat strange—an awkward look caught midway between gloominess and unexpected delight.
But everyone else looked far less pleased.
Caster Medea nearly lost it on the spot, especially when the other party kept prattling on. "Everything progresses with time, Caster. If you still think standing at the peak of Age of Gods magecraft lets you casually look down on modern magecraft... then all I can say is..."
"The one who doesn't know the limits of heaven and earth is you."
Red Fox took a deep breath with a grim face. He was not shocked that the other party's illegal summoning had brought forth two Servants at once. Before coming here, he had already known this bastard had some shady under-the-table deal with one of this world's administrators. That was why he had been so adamant about stopping the summoning.
But the problem was... after illegally summoning Karna, the look on Gilgamesh's face made it clear that he intended to go head-to-head with Karna. Then who was supposed to deal with that Succubus's Noble Phantasm?
Gilgamesh coldly stared at Karna, who stood before him wreathed in flames. A smile slowly curled across his lips, and just as golden ripples rose behind him—
Sylphiel's seductive, bell-like voice suddenly rang out. "You're sending Karna to deal with that Golden Archer? Just how much do you hate Little Sun?"
"I remember his Enkidu completely counters Karna, doesn't it?"
"Huh?" Rimuru, who had been verbally beating down Caster, froze slightly. "What else was I supposed to do?"
"Don't worry. Karna defeated him once before, so he can defeat him a second time." Rimuru answered as if it were only natural, immediately freezing Gilgamesh's carefree smile and turning his face pitch-black.
"That was because you had no choice before. But now you do."