Gilgamesh frowned in displeasure. "I'll do whatever I want. What's it to you?"
Shirou: ...
It seemed that recklessness countered sneakiness. Against a Gilgamesh with no intelligence, this move apparently wasn't very useful.
"However, if you're willing to do something for me, I wouldn't mind letting you behold the Holy Grail," Gilgamesh said arrogantly.
"Then, what do you want?" Shirou decided to keep talking for now. Guiding someone along required getting them to open up first, then secretly screwing them over. That was the secret of the conversational school.
"Teach... teach me how to play StarCraft!"
Shirou froze. What was so hard about that? Play Zerg against Protoss, Terran against Zerg, and Protoss against Terran. Wasn't that the standard solution to the game?
But if teaching him StarCraft meant he could secure the Holy Grail, then he was in.
"And one more thing."
"What else?" Shirou understood that Gilgamesh was greedy beyond measure. He definitely had some other scheme in mind. As long as the demand wasn't too excessive, Shirou would just grit his teeth and endure it. "What else do you want?"
"Of course, I want you. After the race is over, marry me!"
Shirou stroked his chin. It seemed Gilgamesh had already said the key words before Shirou even had to lure him in.
This situation was definitely in the bag.
After planting that flag, Gilgamesh discovered that his motorcycle suddenly seemed unable to move. What was going on?
"Didn't you realize? The power of flags is infinite." Shirou gripped the handlebars tightly. "Just as you are powerless before death, you're equally powerless before a flag. Just as King Hassan has become bound to death, I, the Twentieth Hassan, have become one with poisoned milk!"
In that instant, white liquid began continuously seeping from the gaps in Gilgamesh's