So It's Okay to Beat Them, Right? (Continued)

"Let go of that homunculus!"

Gilgamesh frowned.

"Master, get behind me." Shirou projected a pair of swords and watched Gilgamesh warily.

"What a disgusting fake, Shirou. You always liked doing this sort of thing."

Golden ripples shimmered behind Gilgamesh as the Gate of Babylon readied itself.

"It is only natural for a Servant to protect their Master. Just as Berserker had protected Illya back then, there is nothing wrong with me protecting Sieg." Shirou remained unmoved.

"Yo, Caster, long time no see! Looks like you discriminate against homunculi." Mordred's voice immediately turned cold. "So, want to take a sword to the face?"

"And we clearly have more people here." Ruler raised the holy banner as well. "I don't think we'll lose."

"Mongrels, how annoying." Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow, and several A-rank Noble Phantasms shot toward them.

But Shirou moved even faster than the Noble Phantasms.

With a flash of his blades, the Noble Phantasms scattered in all directions.

"Don't be so angry. Let's talk this out. For example, how did you find me? I thought my little spur-of-the-moment move was something you shouldn't have been able to figure out."

"Of course I couldn't figure it out, but I could see it. My Clairvoyance is EX rank." Gilgamesh could not help boasting.

"What? I thought you were a StarCraft player. I never expected your eyesight to be this good."

"What was that?" Gilgamesh froze instead.

"StarCraft. Don't tell me you spent all this time in Fuyuki City playing arcade games and video games without even hearing of it? Or are you not even Master rank?" Shirou looked at Gilgamesh with contempt.

"Th—" Gilgamesh was just about to retort when he realized he had somehow entered an unknown territory Shirou had set up.

"You're tricking me again, Shirou Emiya. Don't think I