Su Lin: Bro, want to buy some cheats?

In the dimly lit underground library, a few old-fashioned kerosene lamps sat among the surrounding books and on wooden wine racks.

"Faker!!!"

Gilgamesh wore a savage expression, his undisguised killing intent directed straight at Muramasa Senji.

"Hey, I'm not fond of people giving me nicknames." Muramasa Senji looked Gilgamesh over a few times. "Want to have a go? Let me make this clear: I won't go easy on an ill-tempered wounded man like you. But if it'll serve as a sedative, bring it on."

"Calm down, King of Heroes." An inscrutable smile hung on Kirei Kotomine's lips as he spoke from the side.

"Since you sent us to meet them, you must have known that the one before you was a Servant, not the human Shirou Emiya, right?"

"If you start fighting here, Shirou Emiya is sure to come. You won't be able to do anything then."

"That mongrel!" Gilgamesh gritted his teeth, pressing his left hand to his forehead for a few seconds before finally snorting. "The face of a thief truly turns my stomach. Fine. Since you still have some use, I shall permit you to stand at my feet."

"What a joke. Look at the state you're in, and you're still putting on airs?" Lancer's eyebrows and lips curved in undisguised mockery.

"Wasn't that his spoils of war? You're lucky you escaped alive. Now you're running and hiding from him, taking comfort in bullying someone with the same face. Truly worthy of the great King. Of. Heroes."

"You watchdog over there. Do you want to die?" The King of Heroes glared at Lancer. His sore spot apparently struck, his killing intent grew even stronger.

"At your hands? Four days ago, I could've killed that kid easily. Yet the kid I nearly finished off left you looking like