All the Heroic Spirits who had come to this alliance naturally understood that someone would surely have to make their exit in this battle. But as long as it wasn't a betrayal by a comrade, it could only mean that one's own strength was insufficient. In that case, the Master who had summoned that Servant could only complain that their own luck was bad. Who told them they couldn't summon a more powerful existence?
Luck is also a part of strength, and it is also a key that determines the outcome of a war. You can't blame others for bad luck. Just like Kenneth in the original timeline. Diarmuid wasn't weak, but he wasn't participating in this Holy Grail War alone, but with his fiancée. Through a series of unfortunate events, he ultimately met a pitiful end.
The King of Heroes glanced at all the Heroic Spirits who had come here and pursed his lips in disdain. However, he still remembered that the Holy Grail War was to be conducted in secret. Since it was a rule, as a king, he would naturally choose to abide by it. Although he was somewhat dissatisfied, he still took out a few treasures from his treasury and threw them to the four corners of this mansion.
The next moment, a barrier that could isolate magic, sound, light, and other real forms appeared. This way, no matter how they fought here, it would not affect the outside world.
The King of Conquerors, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but exclaim, "You're not bad, you glittering fellow."
Originally, in the eyes of the King of Conquerors, such an arrogant and untamable king was generally a self-willed tyrant. But he had not expected that this glittering one before him actually paid attention to the rules. Since that was the case, his attitude and first impression of this glittering one had to change. This glittering one might really be a great king.
"Hmph! How can you mongrels possibly understand the greatness of this king? Since you have come to this king's territory, and have come to this king's feet as both kings and enemies, I imagine you are not prepared to prostrate yourselves and beg for mercy. If that were truly the case, that would be the biggest joke this king has ever heard!"
If these Heroic Spirits before him had united to subjugate him, then Gilgamesh would, on the contrary, have excitedly and gladly accepted. As the King of Kings, if there weren't so many powerful beings uniting to challenge him, to put it a bit conceitedly, then he would not have the slightest interest.
Similarly, if these people had come to him to kneel and beg for mercy, Gilgamesh would only feel pity and anger for these later heroes. At that time, he would personally behead all these heroes who showed such a pathetic appearance. Originally, Gilgamesh was already somewhat annoyed by the fragility of later humanity. If even the heroes of later generations were like this... Gilgamesh might even have the impulse to destroy the entire world.
The King of Conquerors grinned. He took a large barrel of red wine directly from the chariot behind him. Smelling the aroma of the red wine, the smile on the King of Conquerors' face became even brighter. After being improved over a long period of time, some of the fine wines of the modern era were indeed much more mellow than those of ancient times. Of course, they were still a bit inferior to the wine of the gods.
"Come, everyone, let us sit on the ground and drink fine wine, and talk about our own lives and ideals. For so many heroes to gather here as if by a miracle, wouldn't it be too much of a pity not to get to know each other? And when this fine wine is finished, it will be the time for us to cross swords! There shouldn't be any reckless brutes here who only think about fighting, right!"
Gilgamesh crossed his arms, his eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of annoyance on his face. "This is the second time, you red-haired barbarian from who knows where. Your inferior goading is truly an eyesore. But... I shall grant you the glory of sharing a table with this king!"
Gilgamesh looked at the red wine before him and frowned slightly. He then sighed. Forget it. He had already made the compromise of sharing a table with these guys. It was nothing more than wasting some fine wine.
Golden ripples appeared before every single person present. Then, golden wine cups and the fine wine aged within them slowly rose from the golden ripples and landed in everyone's hands.
Gilgamesh glanced at the Tohsaka residence out of the corner of his eye, his expression slightly annoyed. At a time like this, that guy Tokiomi was still hiding in the basement. Whether as his contractor or as his subject, it was truly too shameful.
To interact with Gilgamesh as a subject was a choice Tokiomi had made himself. Since that was the case, no matter who this glittering one compared him to, Tokiomi could not blame himself. It was precisely because, the first moment Gilgamesh descended, this middle-aged magus had lowered his own head and sworn his submission and service to him. This made Gilgamesh involuntarily think of his own life. In the course of the Holy Grail War, he would only have this one subject. How similar was this to his own life, where only one subject had stood by his side?
It was just a pity that in Gilgamesh's eyes, Tokiomi could not be compared to the woman who had stood by his side back then. In the end, in Gilgamesh's eyes, Tokiomi was still within the category of a mongrel. And that woman, that subject, Gilgamesh had called her by her name. Even if that person had held a document and pointed at his nose, scolding him, he would not have gotten angry. Thinking back to when he was searching for the herb of immortality, and in the end, the herb was secretly eaten by a snake. When he returned to the royal capital in a pathetic state, he was really given a good scolding by his own subject, until he was scolded awake.
In the end, it was still that the values and ideas of the two were completely different. Just like the first night, even if he were in a desperate situation, that subject of his would only believe in him and take care of the rear for him. Until it was absolutely necessary, she would never let him retreat. And Tokiomi...
Gilgamesh shook his head. He would see how he could change his Master after today's battle.
"Have a taste. This is this king's collection, the most delicious wine in the world. A wine that both women and warriors can drink to their hearts' content. Rest assured, it will not make you drunk. After all, in the upcoming battle, this king hopes to have an audience to imprint this king's form in their souls."
The King of Conquerors took a sip of the fine wine, and his eyes lit up. "You really have some good things in that glittering treasury of yours. You're making me impatient to plunder and conquer your treasury."
Gilgamesh did not get angry because of these words. If he were to get angry just because of a sentence like this, he would have had high blood pressure long ago. On the contrary, he would take it as an acknowledgment of his collection. "If you can do it, then by all means, come and take it. But the price is death."