Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

"Unexpected. Even Gilgamesh had moments when he was this scared."

A gap immediately opened in the shields, revealing a pair of crimson vertical pupils.

Inside the shield fortress, Gilgamesh raged like a cat with its fur standing on end, but his voice soon lowered.

"Can the King of Heroes' business be called cowardice? It's called following one's heart, following one's heart! Shirou Emiya, you were the one who taught me that!"

"Oh? Did I teach you that? I don't remember!"

Gilgamesh, staying inside the shield fortress, nearly exploded with anger again.

He almost pulled out humanity's oldest nuclear warhead and hurled it at Shirou Emiya.

But he stopped himself and glanced at the two allied Servants behind him.

"Thank you, Caster. Otherwise, Archer and I probably would have died at Heracles' hands," Rider said gratefully.

"I didn't raise all these shields to protect you two mongrels."

Gilgamesh frowned unhappily when he saw Archer's severe injuries.

"He was here too? Hmph, what a stubborn fool. Don't fight when you're injured, understand? Here, this is medicine. Accept it gratefully, mongrel!"

Rider hurriedly accepted it and handed the pill to Archer.

"What a good person, cold on the outside but warm within."

"Hm?"

"N-Nothing," Rider hurriedly denied what he had said.

Gilgamesh nodded in satisfaction, then secretly opened another gap between the shields.

Seeing Shirou's smug, triumphant expression, he could not help but laugh.

"Shirou Emiya, let me tell you something—don't think you've won!"

Shirou curled his lip.

Was he still trying to scare him with something like this?

What, could he pull out several hundred Yamatos or something?

"If you've got the guts, then Home Swap!"

A tremendous sound suddenly came from the direction of the castle.

The Hanging Gardens had silently risen above the castle, taken away the Greater Holy Grail,