In the real world, Alcides clenched his fists, then loosened them, then clenched them again. His battle-hardened muscles continuously swelled along with the motion, like iron fists in revolt, ready to destroy everything and tear everything apart.
Yes, right now, this basketball superstar harbored such a savage heart, his violent will radiating a wild, feral mind.
The veins on Alcides's forehead bulged and throbbed without end. Fury filled the man's heart, as did an unyielding sense of grievance.
His heart was full of frustration and resentment, as though he himself were the one being brutally beaten by Gil-chan.
Anger—real anger. Boundless fury was rising within him, making the man grit his teeth until they creaked.
A nameless fire burned inside him, making him want to rush in and show that Gil-chan what a true great hero was.
Of course, that was merely his thought, his anger, his resentment.
In reality, there was nothing he could do about the situation within the Light Screen.
Moreover, even Alcides himself did not understand why. He was Greek—he should have been angry over Heracles's humiliation.
In truth, he was indeed furious, but what angered him even more was Heracles himself, because he felt that if this continued, Heracles would never be able to protect Illya.
Heracles had already done his best. Any other Servant certainly would not have been able to achieve what Heracles had.
But...
Alcides was still deeply dissatisfied with this, as though failing to protect Illya were an unforgivable crime.
"Damn it! There must be something wrong with my head. She's just a girl I've never even met—why am I blaming Heracles for failing to protect her?"
He could not help muttering to himself, revealing just how restless his heart was at that moment.
This basketball superstar, always known for his