"How long had this guy been yelling?"
"Almost two hours."
"Honestly, I didn't have that much time to waste here. Saber, let's go!"
Gordes finally ran out of patience and called for his Servant, intending to leave. However, Siegfried did not share his thoughts.
"Hey, Saber?" Gordes called again, clearly displeased.
"Master, I intended to wait here," the swordsman stated his opinion neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"...Tch, do whatever you wanted!" Gordes curled his lip unhappily. He still could not understand Siegfried's way of thinking, but repeatedly brushing past death had changed his mindset.
"One after another... Berserker suddenly went mad and tried to get himself killed, and all of you followed along," Gordes muttered without much resentment in his tone. "Hey, that homunculus over there—"
"..."
There was no response.
"Didn't you hear me? I don't remember ever making deaf people!"
"..."
"Um... were you calling me?"
After a long while, a homunculus standing beside Sieg pointed at his own nose and asked uncertainly.
"You—"
Gordes gritted his teeth angrily. "Idiot! Who else could I be calling? Did you expect me to give names to every last one of you tools?"
Yet Gordes's impolite words made Sieg's eyes light up.
"Hey, that could work, fatty!"
The utterly irreverent tone made Gordes's brow twitch. "Don't imitate that Berserker! I don't remember creating such a rude defective product as you!"
"Oh, right, right, I'm a defective product, so hurry up already!" When it came to shamelessness, Sieg, a fellow countryman of Shirou's, was absolutely no worse than Shirou.
"You bastard!" Gordes pointed at Sieg, somewhat flustered and enraged.
"Urgh..."
The homunculus's pained groan interrupted Gordes's outburst. This was one of the human batteries, and his cardiopulmonary function was extremely poor.
"Hey, hey, did you really have to be this cheap?"
Sieg