Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

Rather than spending time on this, he might as well do something else—like basking in the sun with the man before him. That would be a good choice too.

Compared to that, ruling the entire world was completely worthless.

Amakusa Shirou looked around at the somewhat dilapidated ruins. They were the fruits of his labor over all these years.

He had prepared for this ritual for sixty years, then spent two more days on the preliminary work. Now, he only needed to wait one more day for the Hanging Gardens to shine once again and devote all its power to his wish of saving all humanity across the world.

"Hmph, worthless junk." The golden Heroic Spirit stood atop a streetlamp that had begun to glow, looking down on that pile of "junk."

In truth, he was probably the only one confident enough to call these things junk.

"Caster." Amakusa smiled when he saw him. "The sun is about to set. Then—good evening."

"Tch, Amakusa Shirou, your smile is so fake. Do you know what I hate most?" Gilgamesh's sharp gaze made even Amakusa Shirou feel somewhat uneasy.

"My apologies, Caster. I do not."

"What I hate most are fakes. That false smile of yours is one too. You are not happy at all. Until your wish is fulfilled, you will never be happy." Caster mercilessly exposed Amakusa.

Amakusa did not grow angry after being exposed. His smile remained on his face, though it was no longer as warm.

"That is fine. I shall have the smiles of the future now."

"How arrogant." Gilgamesh sneered.

Amakusa Shirou's heart tightened.

Could Gilgamesh's words hold some deeper meaning?

Amakusa Shirou had committed every Servant's condition to memory.

Caster Gilgamesh possessed ex-rank Clairvoyance. He could even see through the future.

That assessment of arrogance