"Bang!"
In the luxurious room, a wineglass was smashed violently onto the floor, spilling vivid red wine in every direction and instantly staining a patch of the ground crimson.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Gord roared in fury, the flesh on his fat face quivering as rage twisted his features.
"That bastard...! That lowborn creature who isn't even a Magus...! How dare he...! How dare he...!?"
Whenever he recalled what had happened in the King's Hall and the contemptuous looks everyone had cast his way, Gord's entire body trembled.
"Those people dared to look down on me too!? They're nothing but inferior Magi!"
Gord's family had once been a prestigious alchemical lineage, renowned alongside the Einzbern.
However, their bloodline as Magi had gradually declined, and they had ultimately been absorbed by the Yggdmillennia clan.
To this once-great family, being absorbed by Yggdmillennia was the height of humiliation.
Thus, from the time Gord was young, his parents had continuously instilled in him the superiority of their family. In the end, the heir of the family could no longer distinguish reality from ideals, leaving only meaningless pride that had turned into arrogance.
For that very reason, Gord had always been regarded as a Jester by the other Magi within Yggdmillennia.
If not for the fact that, setting aside his character, Gord truly possessed exceptional skill in alchemy—and had even found a way to divert magical energy and create Homunculi to supply a Servant's consumption—no one would have turned a blind eye to the arrogance of this descendant of a former noble family.
And in this Holy Grail War, Gord had summoned the strongest class from past Holy Grail Wars: a dragon-slaying hero with an Immortal Body. His arrogance had swelled to its limit.
Yet today, all that high spirit had been