Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

"Wow, that's too ruthless, isn't it? Maybe I should run after all," Shirou threatened halfheartedly.

"Not planning to continue? Then I suppose I can only break free from here and slaughter the Black Faction's other Servants without hesitation."

Gilgamesh seemed delighted. "Ah, Heracles is nearby too, isn't he? If that mongrel Rider can hold him off, then my attack will prove quite lethal, won't it?"

Shirou groaned inwardly.

He had previously thought he could escape using a Command Spell, but now Gilgamesh had come up with an even better way to threaten him.

If he ran, the Black Faction's battle line would most likely collapse.

Shirou knew he could probably still barely keep fighting now, only because Gilgamesh was showing him some consideration.

But if Shirou shamelessly ran away, or called in some helpers—like the Black Faction's Saber—to gang up on Gilgamesh, then Gilgamesh would probably open a thousand Gates and seriously fight him.

For now, stalling for time benefited Shirou. As long as Heracles defeated Achilles and reunited with Shirou, there would be no need to destroy the Greater Holy Grail.

The Grail was meant to save Archer. Unless absolutely necessary, Shirou could never destroy it.

"Hey, Gil, come to think of it, why did you choose to help me like that back then? If you hadn't gone and sacrificed yourself, throwing yourself into the Shadows, Sakura definitely wouldn't have become like that, and I definitely wouldn't have discovered how deeply she had fallen into darkness."

"Consider it a small repayment. That was your wish."

"My wish?"

Shirou asked without thinking.

But then Shirou realized that he had been led along again.

Shirou felt like he was cursed. He had clearly wanted to drag Gilgamesh into another topic, yet he had somehow ended up falling even deeper into the