Meanwhile.
After finishing Kayneth's transformation, the Grand Duke clearly realized how critical the situation was.
At a time like this, he could no longer concern himself with the Holy Grail War's rules of secrecy.
To complete the ritual as quickly as possible, countless blood-red bats blotted out the sky above Fuyuki City, circling overhead even in broad daylight.
They flew down every street, swept past every building, and cast eerie shadows into every corner.
Stakes fell, so thickly packed they seemed like rain.
From the city's eastern side to its western side, from the northern suburbs to the southern harbor, countless black wooden stakes fell from the sky, piercing the ground, the walls, and every place they could pierce.
They seemed like some kind of marker, or perhaps some kind of declaration.
"Has that Servant gone mad?"
Inside the Tohsaka Family's residence, Tokiomi Tohsaka stood by the window, his face livid.
Those stakes were not merely ordinary wooden stakes. They were touching the Leylines, eroding the earth's veins, and contaminating this land in their own way.
And he was the administrator of Fuyuki City's Leylines, a responsibility passed down through generations of the Tohsaka Family.
If he allowed that Servant to do as he pleased... no, that absolutely could not happen!
At that thought, he turned and knelt without hesitation. "O King."
Gilgamesh sat on the sofa, his legs crossed and a wineglass in his hand. His scarlet eyes looked down upon the Master kneeling on the floor, a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth.
"You wish to order this king around?"
Tokiomi Tohsaka pressed his forehead to the floor. In that brief moment, desperation inspired an excellent argument. "O King, the Tohsaka Family are your subjects. Naturally, the Tohsaka Family's land is your land."
His voice