Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga - Chapter 707

There wasn't much muscle there, and his chest wasn't that big either—at least, not as big as Gilgamesh's.

So the conclusion was obvious: not only did it not hurt, it actually felt pretty nice.

But he couldn't say that. If he did, he'd really get chopped to death the next second.

Shirou had tried it. Here in the Hanging Gardens, his magical connection with his homunculus Master was extremely faint, flickering in and out as though it had been cut off. Even maintaining conversation was difficult.

That meant the Command Spell was truly useless. Returning to Thousand Tree Castle instantly through a Command Spell was practically impossible.

Gilgamesh hadn't fallen for his scheme and used Enuma Elish to demolish the Hanging Gardens either, so Shirou could only proceed with Plan B.

Which was to make a run for it.

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, fleeing was best.

The great leader had once said: fight if you can win; run if you can't.

That was the truth.

Shirou firmly believed in those principles.

But that was only if he could get away.

"Tell me, why did you set me up?" Gilgamesh was heartbroken. He felt like he had truly been blind—how could he have fallen for a man like that? Was that single sword stroke back in Uruk really worth it...?

In an instant, Shirou looked tall and imposing in his eyes again.

It really was worth it.

Gilgamesh still remembered how Shirou had used every means available, lowered himself completely, cast aside all pride, all just to keep the enemy outside the city walls and protect Uruk.

It was absolutely worth it!

"Because you're cute," Shirou said after thinking for a moment.

Gilgamesh froze at the sudden compliment, his face turning red.

But his reaction was incredibly fast—far faster than Shirou