Who Gave You That Blessing?

Sigma stood some distance away, his eyes fixed tightly on the two people locked in fierce combat as he silently calculated how to stop this intense battle.

He knew Gilgamesh had a fiery temper, while Saber was comparatively easier to reason with. But the two were in the middle of an exhilarating fight, and no one knew what might happen if they were interrupted now.

If he handled this poorly, not only would he fail to achieve his goal, but he might even bring about his own death. A casual graze from either of them would be enough to kill him.

However, Sigma had not come unprepared. In his hand, he held a trump card that could make both sides temporarily cease fighting—Ishtar, who was about to arrive.

In Mesopotamian mythology, the relationship between Gilgamesh and the goddess Ishtar had never been harmonious. Or rather, it leaned more toward hostility.

If Gilgamesh learned that Ishtar was about to arrive, he would surely want to focus on dealing with her. Then Saber, now free, could head to the hospital and deal with Alcides.

Someone among the Watchers had been following Ishtar all along and had already taken in everything that had happened.

This included eavesdropping on the conversation between Ishtar and Hali, from which they learned what the two were about to do. Although she would also make a move against Alcides, that would only happen after Gilgamesh had been dealt with.

Sigma took a deep breath, then stepped forward. He stopped when he reached a point close enough to the two of them without being caught in the crossfire.

He deliberately raised his voice and shouted, "Excuse me, you two! My name is Sigma, and I am Lancer's Master. I sincerely apologize for interrupting your enjoyment at this moment, but