On the same day, in different corners of Snowfield City.
The remaining five False Servant were summoned one after another.
The western part of Snowfield City, at the edge of a deep forest.
A silver, wolf-like creature lay in the bushes, its body covered in wounds.
Silver Wolf Synthetic Beast.
The catalyst created by the Egypt Magecraft, a "prop" destined to be consumed from the moment it was created.
The Magecraft circle on the ground lit up.
A figure slowly materialized from the light.
Long green hair, fair skin, and a face so Beauty it was impossible to tell her gender; she was barefoot and wore a large white robe.
Enkidu opened his eyes and looked down at the trembling silver wolf in front of him.
Did you summon me?
The silver wolf couldn't understand human speech, but it could sense that the other party had no intention of killing it.
It whimpered and buried its head between its front paws.
Enkidu crouched down and reached out to stroke its head.
"Then, from this day forward, you will be my Master."
The silver wolf raised its head, its golden eyes reflecting the strange creature before it.
It doesn't know what Master is.
But it knew that the person in front of it wouldn't hurt it.
Intensive Care Unit, Snowfield City Hospital.
The only sound in the ward was the beeping of medical equipment.
A girl of about ten years old lay on the hospital bed, her body covered in tubes, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling weakly.
Tsubaki Kuruoka.
A person in a vegetative state.
At least, that's how it appears to outsiders.
But in her mental world, she is awake.
She lay in a field full of flowers, the sky was pink, the clouds were made of cotton candy, and a fluffy white rabbit was beside her.
"I'm so lonely..."
She says that every day.
"My dad and mom haven't come to see me in a very, very long time."
When did the doctor say I would wake up?
What is the outside world like?
The little white rabbit looked at her with its red eyes.
Then--
The sky over the plains has cracked open.
A black crack stretched across the sky, from which thick black mist seeped. There were no faces or forms in the black mist, only an overwhelming, chilling presence.
Tsubaki Kuruoka was not afraid.
Instead, he reached out his hand.
"... Did you come here to keep me company?"
The black mist paused.
Then, a wisp of black mist gently wrapped around her fingers, as if shaking hands, or as if taking their hands.
Above Snowfield City, an invisible black fog cloud quietly took shape.
The Rider of False, the Pale Rider.
There was no ceremony, no chanting, no summoning circle.
There was only one wish from a lonely girl.
Snowfield City Police Department, Chief's Office.
Orlando Reeves sat behind his desk, on which sat a golden, key-shaped object.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Bring it on."
Magecraft circle lit up in the center of the office.
The light faded.
A blond Servant stood there.
He wore a long robe in the Uruk style, and his scarlet eyes held an indelible majesty and a hint of weariness that time could not erase.
"... This is the place where I was summoned?"
Orlando stood up from his chair, trying to remain calm.
"I am Orlando Reeves, Chief of Police of Snowfield City. You are the Caster of this Holy Grail War— "
"No need to state your family name, you are a miscellaneous practitioner."
The blond Servant raised his hand to interrupt him.
"I am Gilgamesh, King of Uruk."
"Although I manifest in the world as a Caster, I am still the king."
Orlando's back was covered in cold sweat.
"Um... Your Majesty, King of Heroes, regarding this Holy Grail War— "
"I know."
Gilgamesh sat down on the sofa.
"You go to great lengths to modify the spiritual veins, summon False Servant, and then use that to call upon the True Servant. A pointless trick, but I have no reason to refuse."
"You only need to do one thing: stop bothering me with those stupid questions."
Orlando opened his mouth, but swallowed the words that were about to come out.
At least, he no longer has to worry about the obedience of his Servant.
I guess so.
In the basement of an abandoned church on the outskirts of Snowfield City.
Jesta Carl stood before the summoning circle, a sickly excitement on his Pale face.
He is Dead Apostle.
"Come on, come on, come on..."
He muttered to himself, the light from the Magecraft circle illuminating his twisted smile.
The light faded.
A figure dressed in simple religious attire appeared in the center of the formation, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood, making his features impossible to see.
"... You are my Master?"
A girl's voice came from under the hood, devout yet hollow.
"Yes, my lovely Assassin." Jesta opened his arms. "I am Jesta Carl. From this day forward, you are mine—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
A flash of cold light appeared.
Jesta's heart was crushed.
The body lay stiffly on the ground, blood gushing from its heart and splattering the surrounding area.
And finally, the Berserker Jack the Ripper was also unexpectedly summoned by Flat Carl on a park bench in Snowfield City.
That concludes the discussion.
All six False Servant have descended upon Snowfield City.
Archer, Lancer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, Berserker.
Each of them has their own special skill.
It's likely that the number of gas explosions in Snowfield City will be no less than the number in Fuyuki City back then.
Of these six riders, the fates of two were intertwined from the moment they were summoned.
Thirty minutes after Enkidu was summoned.
He was leading the silver wolf through the forest in search of a safe place to stay when suddenly his body stiffened slightly.
A familiar scent that seeps into your very bones.
It came from the direction of the city.
"... Gil."
He murmured to himself.
at the same time.
In the police chief's office, Gilgamesh also raised his head.
A strange, indescribable light flashed in his scarlet eyes.
"... that guy."
He stood up.
I'm going out for a bit.
"Eh? Wait, Your Majesty the King of Heroes! It's not even dawn yet—"
Before Orlando could finish speaking, the office was already empty.
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South of Snowfield City lies the desert region.
Enkidu arrived first.
He stood on the sand dune, and the silver wolf was settled in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city.
The wind whipped up sand that brushed past his ankles.
Then, a golden dot of light appeared on the horizon.
The spot of light grew larger and larger until it finally landed on a sand dune a hundred meters away from him.
Gilgamesh.
The two stared at each other from a distance of 100 meters.
Three seconds.
Five seconds.
Then, they both laughed at the same time.
"Ha--Hahahaha! It really is you! Enkidu!"
"Long time no see, Gil."
Enkidu's smile was as radiant as the morning sun over the desert.
"You bastard, you actually manifested in the world as a Caster?"
"Shut up. That's the summoning system's fault, not mine." Gilgamesh gritted his teeth.
"But you, being summoned by a chimera, is even more embarrassing."
"Silver Wolf is cute."
"Ha?"
"And I'm so glad to see you again."
Enkidu's smile was pure.
The sheer audacity of it momentarily stunned Gilgamesh.
"... I am the same."
"So--"
"So--"
The two of them bent over at the same time, lowering their center of gravity.
"Let's have a good fight, Gil!"
"Come, Enkidu! Let me see how you've grown!"
Gilgamesh made the first move.
Instead of drawing the weapon from the Gate of Babylon, he simply opened his right hand.
Golden ripples spread out beside his hand.
A strangely shaped sword slowly rose from the ripples.
The sword has three cylindrical sections that rotate independently of each other.
Ea.
"Oh?"
Enkidu's eyes lit up.
"Use that right from the start?"
"Nonsense." Gilgamesh gripped the hilt of Ea. "To deal with you, using any other weapon would be impolite."
The three sections of Ea sword began to spin faster.
A crimson chaotic storm swept out from around the sword, cutting the sand, air, and light surrounding Gilgamesh into the smallest particles.
The boundary between heaven and earth began to distort.
" Enuma --"
Enkidu wasn't idle either.
He knelt on one knee and pressed his hands into the sand.
Hundreds of golden chains were created from the ground beneath his feet, like giant pythons that had come to life, tumbling, coiling, and converging among the sand dunes.
All the chains eventually merged into one much larger chain.
Enkidu's body merged into the chain.
The enormous golden chain, carrying countless other chains, roared like a golden spear and charged towards Gilgamesh's location.