"Hey, Gilgamesh, you're the only one left. Want to fight?"
The great king Iskandar had been defeated, the Lancer Diarmuid had returned to the Throne of Heroes, and once Berserker Class Lancelot got out, the King Arthur would settle things with him. Magician Gilles had long since been dealt with, and Shen Fei held control over Assassin. Counting it all up, only Archer Class Gilgamesh remained.
"I acknowledge your strength, but you are not qualified to make this king give up the Holy Grail."
Gilgamesh stepped forward as he spoke. This time, he did not start spouting "mongrel" after "mongrel." Though Gilgamesh was often loose-tongued, he still judged people by their worth. As long as someone proved their strength, they would earn his respect. Just like the original Conqueror King—though he had lost their battle, he had earned Gilgamesh's respect, and Gilgamesh had ultimately spared Waver.
"Qualified? Whether I am qualified or not is not for you to decide. Come on. I'll give you a big surprise."
"Hahaha! Let this king smash your scrap metal to pieces!" Gilgamesh walked to the center of the desert, then suddenly raised his right hand. A strangely shaped golden key appeared in it—the Bab-ilu Key.
After witnessing Shen Fei's strength, Gilgamesh naturally would not make any more pointless moves. From the very beginning, he intended to use Ea. He might hesitate over whether to use Ea against Emiya Shirou, but against Shen Fei, there was no way he would hesitate.
"Scrap metal? Are you talking about yourself?" As Shen Fei spoke, a Bab-ilu Key appeared in his own hand as well. Ea against Ea.
"You—how did you obtain that?" Gilgamesh's previously arrogant expression changed instantly when he saw the Bab-ilu Key in Shen Fei's hand.
"You lent it to me."
Shen Fei was not