At those words, anger surged across Iskandar's face. He was about to argue further when a sudden chill ran down his back.
It was an intense killing intent.
Under the moonlight, strange white shapes emerged around the garden's perimeter. Pale faces appeared one after another, like flowers blooming in the darkness, their color as cold and stark as dried bones.
They were skull masks-
"Assassin?!"
Waver cried out. Faced with the threat of death, he no longer cared about the atmosphere and scrambled over to Iskandar's side.
Displeasure was written all over Iskandar's face. Only now did he realize that the scene of Gilgamesh shooting Assassin dead that day had been a complete fraud.
"So this was what you and Assassin were scheming, Archer."
"I have no interest in what those mongrels are thinking."
Though Gilgamesh brushed him off with those words, the sight left him somewhat disappointed.
An Assassin mobilization on this scale could hardly have been Kirei Kotomine's unilateral decision. His teacher, Tokiomi Tohsaka, must have authorized it as well.
Tokiomi Tohsaka had always treated the King of Heroes with the utmost humility of a subject, and Gilgamesh had likewise acknowledged him as his Master. Yet he had almost entirely lost faith in Tokiomi's tedious strategies.
Rider had indeed arranged this banquet, but Gilgamesh was the one who had supplied the wine.
Gilgamesh could not understand what Tokiomi Tohsaka was thinking, sending assassins to this feast. Did he not realize that such conduct would indirectly demean the King of Heroes?
"This... how is this possible? This is absurd!"
Waver's repeated cries drew a ripple of quiet laughter from the Assassins.
"Hehehehe-precisely. We are a Servant made one from many, yet also shadows made many from one."
"They say that among the successive Hassan-i-Sabbahs, one was entirely unlike all