Sakumura Anno's wish was to witness the birth of a new era with his own eyes, but for his Master's wish, he was willing to give his life.
Manlio wanted to use the Holy Grail to fulfill the sorrowful wish he had left unfinished in life, to make that vast and magnificent architectural miracle truly descend upon the world.
Alexander, meanwhile, wanted to obtain a physical body and resume his conquest across the continent, fulfilling the essence of who he was as the King of Conquerors.
Wishes had no hierarchy.
No one had any intention of abandoning their own wish to make way for someone else's.
And the response of the one everyone turned to look at was—
"Trash."
"This is trash too."
He took a sip of the liquor Alexander had bought, then tossed it aside with a disgusted look. He took another sip of the liquor Sakumura had bought, and threw that away with the same expression of revulsion.
"To serve the King such liquor—you mongrels, every last one of you should place your heads before me."
He had somehow even found some clean water and washed the cup he was using, as though their liquor would contaminate it.
"Even if you say that, this is the best liquor I could buy."
Alexander shook his head helplessly.
"This cost the kid quite a bit of money."
Waver Velvet sat behind Alexander, looking as though he were about to cry.
"The sake I used to drink is hard to find now. This kind of liquor is all you can buy."
Sakumura did not particularly mind Gilgamesh's disdain.
But a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Or does the King of Heroes have better liquor to choose from?"
At Sakumura's words, Alexander's eyes immediately lit up.
This guy