Gilgamesh walked alone down the street.
His current condition could not exactly be called bad, but neither could it be called good.
Still, there was no real problem for the time being.
He was not the sort of Servant with feeble magical energy who would immediately perish on the spot without a Master. Even relying solely on his own magical energy, Gilgamesh could maintain his manifestation for quite a long time.
Naturally, that was assuming he did not fight or expend any excess magical energy.
As his anger subsided and his reason returned, Gilgamesh drew a deep breath and slowly let it out.
"This is utterly disgusting."
Gritting his teeth, the King of Heroes snorted coldly.
He walked the streets dressed like a modern man, but with such a sour expression that no one dared approach him, no matter how handsome he was.
This Holy Grail War had undoubtedly been utterly terrible for Gilgamesh.
His Master was an exceedingly boring sycophant who had provoked him time and again.
His opponent was a mongrel who ignored the majesty of a king, trampled upon a king's dignity, and even dared to touch Annanu with his filthy hands.
Only this era itself seemed somewhat acceptable.
Gilgamesh had no intention of finding himself another Master—he had never needed someone above him. He was a king, the King of Heroes; there had only ever been the possibility of him ruling others.
So what was he supposed to do now?
He had returned to Saber's base to search once more, but the Saber group had already withdrawn from the castle.
In fact, Gilgamesh did have one Master candidate who seemed suitable.
That man's name was Kirei Kotomine.
However, there was still a collar around Kirei Kotomine's neck. So long as that collar remained, he would never