"What a disgraceful display, mongrels."
No sooner had Sovell finished speaking than a dazzling golden light flashed before them. Both Artoria and Sovell remembered that voice and that light vividly, and their expressions sharpened.
"Archer?"
Gold flashed beside Artoria, and the Holy Sword was already gripped in her hand. Sovell, beside her, appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, but in truth, he had already connected to every defensive spell array around them. Hundreds upon thousands of magical cannons stood ready to fire.
The King of Conquerors laughed off Archer's words and explained to Sovell and Artoria:
"Relax. I saw this fellow on the street, so I invited him along-what took you so long, Gilgamesh? Still, unlike me, you came on foot, so I suppose I can't blame you. Hahaha!"
Archer approached slowly in golden armor. Seeing all three before him dressed in modern clothes, he willed his armor away, revealing the casual clothes beneath. His ruby-red eyes fixed on the King of Conquerors:
"To think you chose such a cramped, suffocating place for a 'banquet of kings.' That alone tells me the measure of you. You made this king come all this way. How do you intend to make amends?"
"Don't spoil the mood with talk like that. Here, latecomers have to drink a cup first."
As he spoke, the King of Conquerors snatched the ladle from Sovell's hand again, scooped up some red wine, and offered it to Archer.
Meanwhile, Sovell noticed an unnatural disturbance in the wind somewhere in the northwestern sky. Without betraying anything, he took control of it.
He then discovered that the disturbance had been caused by a bat familiar Kiritsugu Emiya had secretly released. As usual, a miniature camera was strapped beneath its belly.
Sovell smiled helplessly and used the Thousand Winds