Gilgamesh, Exit

"One last question..."

Gilgamesh looked at Leon before him, calm and confident amid the swirling flower petals. He had never imagined Leon would manage to close in to such a distance.

Though arrogant, he would never misjudge the gap between them.

He could naturally recognize the difference between them as Servants. Since his opponent had already drawn this close, if they fought at close quarters, he saw no hope of victory.

On top of that, his heart had been shattered by the other's successful sneak attack. No matter how he struggled, he was even less of a match now. His defeat was clearly inevitable.

No, even if my body were unharmed, in a direct confrontation...