The Half-Breed

Night had fallen over the Tohsaka family estate.

As one of the Three Great Magus Families, the Tohsaka family was small in number, but held a lofty status among both ordinary people and Magi.

The courtyard was not particularly luxurious, but it had a solemn air. Under the moonlight, a pool of blood and a white mask beside the pond stood out starkly. Various Noble Phantasms were still stuck in the ground. A battle had taken place here just minutes ago—a battle between Servants. Because the difference in strength had been so vast, it had ended very quickly.

Deep in the courtyard, a Servant clad in golden armor, with short golden hair and crimson eyes, stood on high ground and looked down at the pool of blood below.

Behind this Servant were rings of golden spatial ripples, as if he had just summoned a Noble Phantasm from somewhere else.

This Servant was Gilgamesh, also known as Golden Sparkle. He had once been a demigod and was the oldest King of Heroes. Now, he was Archer, and his Master was Tohsaka Tokiomi.

Gilgamesh looked down at the "dead" Assassin below with utter disdain in his eyes, though there was also a hint of confusion. He was puzzled because, even though it was only an act, his opponent had been far too weak.

After sensing Tohsaka Tokiomi's gaze from the castle behind him, Gilgamesh raised his chin slightly and began speaking to Assassin's corpse—or rather, mocking it.

"You have no right to look at me. Becoming a corpse is the posture you deserve. Insects should die facedown on the ground like insects, mongrel."

Gilgamesh was arrogant and overbearing, believing himself supreme above all others. He was accustomed to calling people "mongrels." In his own words: *If I don't act arrogant, how am