The Live Broadcast and the Accident?

Then, the two of them suddenly fell silent.

The atmosphere immediately became a little awkward.

Shirou realized that his slip of the tongue had brought him quite a few bitter consequences; he could no longer even ask what he wanted to know.

He could only lower his head.

A man had to know when to bend and when to stand tall.

"Um, Gil, about what I just said, I was wrong. So, shall we talk some more?"

Without another word, Gilgamesh aimed several hundred Noble Phantasms from the Gate of Babylon at Shirou.

"There's nothing to discuss. Wait, don't listen, goodbye!"

Before he had even finished speaking, hundreds of Noble Phantasms came raining down on Shirou.

And every single one was an A-rank Noble Phantasm capable of leveling a small hill!

Shirou dodged left and right, utterly disheveled.

"Hey, can't we just talk this out?"

"Hmph. I'll subdue you first, then train♂ you into someone who knows better than to provoke me. Then we can have a proper talk." Gilgamesh sneered. "Come on, didn't you call me the Axe King of Uruk? I've got nothing but axes here. I am the Axe King."

Shirou's face turned green.

If Gilgamesh would not listen when he tried to talk properly, then Shirou Emiya could not be blamed for showing no mercy to a flower.

"Gilgamesh, don't think you've won."

"Without EA, you're just a chicken in front of me. Let's see who ends up training♂ whom into someone not to be messed with!"

"Go drink your milk!"

"Welcome back to the livestream, which hasn't appeared in quite a while! I'm the observer reporter, everyone's idol, Alaya!"

Holding a microphone, Alaya excitedly watched Shirou ride a missile toward the garden.

"After so many days of fierce fighting, the final battle has finally