"What? Gilgamesh, what do you mean by this?" Rin demanded angrily. "Are you trying to make us lose?"
"Only just figured it out?" Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Gilgamesh immediately regained her confidence. "You've already lost this round. I've been lying low for so long; it's time to defect."
Shirou took a deep breath.
"Angelica, answer me. Are you with me, or are you with Gilgamesh?"
Gilgamesh burst out laughing. "Without question, she's with me."
But Angelica's words startled Gilgamesh. "Of course I'm with Lord Shirou. I'll follow you unto death!"
Shirou smiled.
"Good."
"What's the use of following him? Shirou, you don't have any poisonous praise now!"
That was right. He really did not have any poisonous praise anymore. But that did not mean he could not win.
If he praised himself well, then his poisonous praise of his own praise would also be poisonous. That meant there was only one outcome: the toxicity of the praise would be completely removed, and potassium and cyanide would suddenly separate.
Now, his praise was utterly pure and rich.
"I'm playing so well!"
The Warp Engine suddenly spewed N2O, raising its speed by another level.
Though he was still some distance from the pay-to-win warrior Artoria, he was not far away now.
"Even if you speed up, what use is that?" Gilgamesh gritted her teeth. She truly had not expected Shirou's intelligence to suddenly come online at this moment. "You can't defeat Artoria."
"Of course it's useful. Extremely useful. And do you think this is merely the beginning?" Shirou laughed.
Merlin had once appeared to him in a dream, and so he had met Roman. For this competition, Roman had also exhausted his Clairvoyance to find every contestant's weak point.
For victory, for the Holy Grail, Shirou had already abandoned