Infinite Cheap-Making

"Yours is mine, and mine is still mine. And you're mine too. My logic is just that simple."

Gilgamesh decisively wrapped several more loops around Shirou.

He bound him in kikko-shibari.

Shirou's eyes wandered wildly as he watched Heracles's retreating figure, and he could not help but feel relieved.

Sure enough, he was a good comrade. They truly understood each other.

By then, Heracles had Astolfo, who had snuck in unnoticed, silently lead all of them away. Even Jeanne d'Arc had no idea what was going on and quietly slipped away with them.

"Gil, if you only deal with me like this, the others will get away," Shirou kindly reminded him, trying to find an opening this way so he could escape too.

"I know. I let them go. As long as I keep you locked down, they won't be able to cause any trouble." Gilgamesh clapped his hands. "Make sure you keep a close eye on him. He's first-rate at escaping."

Rider hesitated for a moment, murderous intent rising in his eyes. "Shouldn't we kill him?"

"I still intend to have some fun with him. Or are you capable of opposing me?" Gilgamesh loosened up, rubbing his hands until they crackled.

"Shirou, do you want to experience humanity's oldest bondage play?" Gilgamesh revealed a strange smile.

Shirou: "...No."

His gaze drifting everywhere, Shirou grew somewhat flustered.

Was his virtue about to be lost? How could this happen? He was still just a child!

"Don't worry, it won't hurt." Gilgamesh laughed kindly. "Hahahahahaha—"

Shirou despaired. He suddenly realized that he truly could not stir up even the slightest wave before Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh had even calculated everything to the death.

There was no escaping now!

Just then, Shirou suddenly noticed that Siegfried had stepped forward. He had not left?

"Let go