Serious Gil

Gilgamesh paid no attention to Red Archer. The two had never fought before, so he had no idea that Red Archer's Noble Phantasm was his nemesis. His gaze remained fixed on Lancelot. "I remember you—the Beast from the previous Holy Grail War. Never thought you'd actually get your brain back!"

Lancelot replied coldly, "I remember you too, King of the Oldest. I have never forgotten your deathbed wails. Like fine wine kept in reserve, the more I savor them, the sweeter they become!"

Killing intent flashed through Gilgamesh's eyes. "Ridiculous. Do not compare me with that fool from another world. I will show you and your Master just how despairing this world's Holy Grail War can be."

Duke stood in the rear and nodded. So his identity had indeed been discovered. At the same time, he grew even more curious.

Setting aside Tohsaka Rin and the others who had come merely to sightsee, they had a full seven Servants on their side. Even Serious Gilgamesh would probably struggle to escape alive from such a hopeless situation. Kirei Kotomine was the sort to plan before acting, and he enjoyed taking pleasure in others' despair. He never did anything as foolish as throwing his life away. What exactly was he relying on?

"You seven, give the oldest King of Heroes a proper welcome. Make sure he feels your enthusiasm." Duke smiled expectantly. He had long heard that Serious Gilgamesh could fight seven alone. At last, he would get to witness it for himself.

None of the seven Servants refused Duke's order. Even Saber, who bore the spirit of chivalry, accepted readily. The unpleasant Holy Grail War last time had left her with no favorable impression of Gilgamesh. She only wanted to smash Excalibur into his face.

Lancelot, Heracles, Lancer, and Saber charged