Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

"Of course she does!" Gilgamesh said with a laugh. "Not only does she approve, she wants to see us get married soon. She wants to see us have children too."

"See? Even she doesn't object. You should keep your promise now, shouldn't you?"

Sensing that things were going badly, Shirou's mind began racing. His opponent had actually used the conversational style he knew best. It was unbelievable. He had to come up with something else to shift the momentum.

The so-called conversational style was an exquisite school of combat used when two sides were evenly matched: words became weapons to strike at the enemy's psychological weak points, exposing flaws in reality. In this kind of battle, physical clashes no longer mattered. What mattered was victory on the battlefield of words.

"I don't remember anything like that. Besides, I don't recall making any promises. I don't like that sort of thing."

"Are you... trying to be a scumbag? You said it yourself, back in Uruk!" Tears nearly welled up in Gilgamesh's bright, watery eyes.

"Hmph. Based on the information I know, if I really were summoned to Uruk, wouldn't it have been during the great crisis of Uruk City? If it were me, I would definitely promise to protect Uruk City. What you said might be partly right, but after 'protect you,' shouldn't there have been a plural marker?!"

Gilgamesh could not help taking several steps back, and the power of her battle-axe dropped considerably.

Now that Shirou had exposed her, she had no mind to keep using her spellbook to strengthen the battle-axe.

Shirou pointed his sword at Gilgamesh.

The time for reversal had come!

"So whether Enkidu was still around then is another question—but that should have been you after your body had passed its prime. You, as a