"I just wanted to have a fight with someone."
Brother Biao roared indignantly, "Why do you people keep popping out to stop me every other second? Is it really that hard to have a fight? Isn't this some kind of tragedy war? If you're not gonna fight, what are you all blabbering on about? I'm busy too, you know! I've still got a pile of work waiting for me!"
The entire place fell silent, and everyone's expressions turned strange.
They...
Had just been lectured by a madman?
And since when had summoned Servants become so busy with work?
Yet there was nothing wrong with what he said. Although this was not some tragedy war, the Holy Grail War's main purpose was combat. Iskandar scratched his cheek and said, "Well... the Holy Grail War has only just begun. Isn't it a little too early to decide life and death?"
Even he did not sound very confident when he said it...
"Who said anything about deciding life and death with you? I'm just here to fight. Once I've had my fill, I'll go back and sleep. Why make things so complicated? This king, that king—I don't know any of you."
Wu Biao shouted with perfect confidence. His words made the two kings who had revealed their identities turn cold. Even Artoria Pendragon, who had not revealed her identity, frowned.
To not recognize kings was already an insult to them.
"Mongrel, the ignorance of a mongrel like you has doomed you to die here."
Crack—!
With a sharp sound, the streetlamp beneath Gilgamesh shattered.
Behind him, ripples like those on water appeared in the void, except they were golden. The tips of gleaming weapons emerged from them, radiating terrifying waves of power as they pointed directly at Wu Biao!
"What's so great