Then he was pinned to the ground, and the sword in his hand was slapped away by Gilgamesh.
"You set me up!" Shirou cried out in anguish, his face burning hot.
"Shirou, what did you say?" Gilgamesh looked at him teasingly.
Shirou struggled to raise his head and looked toward a certain part of himself.
"Gil, you... you... let's talk this out properly."
"Isn't this a proper conversation?" Gilgamesh licked his crimson tongue, his slit pupils fixed on Shirou like a snake's.
This snake had not only found its prey, but had also pinned it beneath himself.
"Are you moved? I personally pinned you beneath me. You should feel honored."
Feeling something strange in a certain place, Shirou said in grief and indignation, "I don't dare move. I don't dare move."
"Huh? You're not moved?"
Gilgamesh's slit pupils narrowed, frightening Shirou even more.
"I dare move, I dare move! Isn't that enough?"
Only then did Gilgamesh nod, preparing to enjoy tonight's dinner.
Shirou knew that if the enraged Alaya caught this on camera, it would definitely be reported to Sakura and the others. If that happened...
The consequences would be unimaginable!
But more importantly—
"Gil, speaking of which, why are you stopping me like this?" Shirou tried an emotional appeal.
"Because you're cute." Gilgamesh answered immediately, as if he had not even needed to think.
"This—" Shirou gritted his teeth. "Then once you're done, let me go quickly! That Amakusa guy is about to complete the Third Magic. I need to stop him."
"Oh? What does that have to do with me?" Gilgamesh seemed utterly unconcerned. "I can't afford to provoke you. From now on, you're my toy."
Shirou bit his lip. It tasted salty, and it hurt.
Rage burned in his chest. Shirou felt that he was about to