While most of the people at the convention had gathered around the stage, a golden-haired figure with his hands in his pockets appeared within the venue.
When he was alone, Gilgamesh merely looked like a handsome man with a somewhat sharp temperament. Though he was arrogant and disdainful of all others, he understood, at least to some extent, that this world was no longer the same as before. To be a king was to accept the changes of the world—otherwise, how could one call oneself a king?
After entering the convention, Gilgamesh found nothing that interested him. In the end, he found a racing arcade machine, sat down, and began playing.
This machine required tokens. Gilgamesh had already won a pile of tokens beside him, and when people began gathering around him, he simply left on his own.
However, it wasn't as if he had done nothing.
"Hmph."
He glanced toward the stage, then turned around and left the convention.
"As entertainment before the clown's performance, it was passable."
Sakumura dragged his exhausted body out of the convention alongside Kirei Kotomine.
As for what kind of exhaustion it was... he could only say that he was tired in every possible way.
Yet after sensing a certain presence, his previously sharp gaze returned.
"Is it that guy from before? He still hasn't given up." A trace of coldness flashed in Sakumura's eyes.
That coldness was not directed solely at the person who had been constantly challenging them. It was directed at everyone.
He was in a remarkably bad mood right now.
"Assassin, shall we accept the challenge?"
Kirei Kotomine had also returned to his composed priestly appearance.
Sakumura was stunned by that.
"No—when did you change clothes? Weren't you still wearing that support outfit earlier?"
"The convention has changing rooms. I