Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

Gilgamesh put away his hostility, and the atmosphere became lighter, but the majesty remained.

"Summon my Master, you must understand that once you use the Command Seals, you will be crossing this king's bottom line. Even this fragile relationship will no longer be sustainable."

Unlike his previous fierce tone, Gilgamesh spoke this sentence softly, as ethereal as the clouds in the sky, but precisely because of this, his seriousness seemed even more apparent.

Recognizing Aiwen's uniqueness and having an equal dialogue with him was already his greatest concession. If he used the Command Spell to force him to act, it would be an insult to the king and there would be no room for maneuver.

As the words fell, the cold wind blew, and the two stood quietly by the river, as if in a silent confrontation.

Or it could be said that it was a confrontation that Gilgamesh unilaterally viewed.

He felt that as a Master, Aiwen would never give up the Command Seals no matter what, but the thoughts revealed in this decision-making process would determine how he treated this special existence.

Aiwen looked at the back of his hand thoughtfully. The three patterns on it were extremely clear.

"You don't like being ordered around? I see. In that case—"

As he spoke, Aiwen clenched the hand containing the Command Seal, and the three red marks on it dimmed in an instant.

Gilgamesh was instinctively disappointed at first, but after hearing the order, he blinked in surprise.

"—Use the Command Spell to command my Servant to strengthen your fighting power."

"Second Command Seal, charge with magic power."

"Give the command three times, and act according to your own will."

In just the blink of an eye, all three Command Seals had been used up. Although this was clearly the last resort that could be regarded as the Master's greatest restraint, Aiwen didn't care.

Because the servant resisted the constraints, he gave up this power. This idea would be severely ridiculed by other contestants. They don't care about the feelings of the familiar.

"How about this? You don't have to worry about this problem now. Just do what you want."

Showing Gilgamesh the back of his hand with the Command Seals cleared, Aiwen's expression remained unchanged, as if he had only done a very small thing, as small as bringing breakfast to his roommate.

But obviously, his servants don't think so.

“Ha, hahahahahahahahahahahaha…!”

"You actually gave up the right to force the Master?! You are surprisingly knowledgeable. This is what is called courage! Interesting, interesting! I have to say, your decisiveness is rare. I like it very much."

He covered his face with his hands and raised his head proudly.

Gilgamesh laughed wildly from the bottom of his heart. His rising and falling chest and shaking shoulders clearly showed how happy he was at the moment.

How foolish, how generous, he was very happy with this respect, and Aiwen's open-mindedness even made him hallucinate the friend who accompanied him in his youth.

It seems there is no need to ask him how he summoned me anymore, this compatibility alone is enough.

I didn't expect that I would encounter such a pleasant thing just after being summoned. It was worth the trip.

"Well, based on this one action, I recognize you! Wait, I will show you what the so-called Hero King Gilgamesh is, and what power the strongest person in human history possesses."

"I hereby declare that victory in the Holy Grail War will be bestowed upon you as a reward for the weight of this resolution."

His two hands were clapping vigorously, and the metal gauntlets kept making clanging sounds. Gilgamesh's face showed a rare smile that was not mocking, but a happy smile from the heart.

Illya was watching from the side, confused. She just thought that this golden guy was noisy.

"My caster is still the best, gentle and obedient. This blond man with a big laugh makes me a little scared. I don't know why my chest always feels cold."

She said nothing and shrank back even deeper.

It took a long time for Gilgamesh to come back to his senses from the excitement that permeated his whole body.

His attitude was completely new compared to before, with a happy smile on his face. He was very satisfied with his temporary partner.

"Then I will formally announce my title. Since I have decided to reward you with victory in the Holy Grail War, mutual understanding is a prerequisite."

"Class Caster, Hero King Gilgamesh will aid you in this war. With me here, you've secured victory. Praise my glorious form to your heart's content, ahem, hahahahahahaha."

"Didn't you just say you didn't want to help Illya? The history books all say that a king's word is his bond, and even if he's wrong, he must stand firm and persevere."

Aiwen asked curiously, but the King of Heroes just glared back at him, but he allowed this direct question and did not regard it as an offense.

"Foolish! I didn't say I would help that puppet. That's your business. Make no mistake, I will give you the final victory, but how you do it is not for others to say."

"So we're temporary allies, right? That's not bad. Just let me know when you need my help."

He ignored the opponent's dissatisfaction and understood the King of Heroes' meaning in his own way. To some extent, Aiwen and Gilgamesh were at the same level of disobedience.

"That day will never come. It seems you don't understand the significance of summoning me. Are you planning to compare me to those bastards who call themselves heroes? That would be disrespectful!"

The words were harsh, but the Hero King's tone did not contain any hint of accusation. His words were just a habit.

As of now, he is very satisfied with his Master Aiwen, so he will show a certain degree of tolerance and will not delve into such small verbal offenses.

But this doesn't mean that he doesn't care. Aiwen's words just now clearly showed that he didn't trust his ability. How could the proud Hero King tolerate this?

If any other bastard had said this, he would have simply sentenced him to death, but when Aiwen questioned him, Gilgamesh's first reaction was to prove himself.

"Well, it seems I should show some strength. Without facts, just talking is not what a hero should do."

So he stretched out his left hand and opened the treasure house again.

A familiar ripple flashed by, and this time what emerged was not a variety of wands, but a simple but exaggeratedly large cup.

The moment he got it, Gilgamesh's aura surged uncontrollably, and the thick magic power of the Age of Gods overflowed like fine wine, and was then absorbed by the King of Heroes.

Red divine patterns slowly emerged on his body, and he stopped only when he was strengthened to the limit of his spiritual foundation.

"Strange, why does this king feel that the upper limit of this spiritual base is a bit abnormally high?"

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but Gilgamesh quickly put it behind his mind. He did not feel any danger. Perhaps it was just that the scale of this war was different.

He shook his head, then showed Aiwen a completely different aura with a dignified manner, and a smile full of fighting spirit appeared on his face.

"Behold, this is me at my full strength, the Hero King, the only one of his kind throughout history! Wait, I'm going to capture one or two of these bastards as a prelude to the Holy Grail War, and in the process, show you what a true hero is."

After integrating the Great Cup of Uruk into his body, the Hero King, who no longer had to worry about the consumption of his magic power, began to sharpen his sword.

"Then let me use my clairvoyance to see who is the most suitable to be the first sacrifice of this war. Haha, it would be his honor to die at the hands of a serious king."

Opening his eyes wide and infusing magic into his eyeballs, Gilgamesh's vision immediately became as brilliant and fragmented as a kaleidoscope.

Every fragment represents a future direction, and every change in detail will bring about changes. The Hero King uses himself as the axis to screen out a favorable future.

"Hmph, that sword that shines with the radiance of a heroic spirit... I'm sure it's the Sword of Promised Victory owned by King Arthur. Is that Saber in this scene her? She's certainly worthy of my attention. But why a woman? Could it be the work of that dead nightmare?"

"Berserker drinking and chatting with his Master? Ha, that flame, he is indeed a character."

"Then next is the bastard who occupies my favorite Archer class. Why not choose him as the first sacrifice? Let me see what he is really like..."

The words suddenly stopped, and Gilgamesh was stunned.

The rest of the future fragments before his eyes were all ignored, leaving only the man who was looking into his eyes and had the same clairvoyance as him.

He knew that man very well. No one in the world understood Archer's strength better than him.

Gilgamesh stopped observing the future, slowly bent down, and hugged his arms with his hands crossed. His whole posture trembled as if he was suppressing something.

He felt astonishment, then uncontrollable ecstasy, the air expelled from his lungs, vibrated through his vocal cords, and finally exhaled with an unbridled smile.

"Kuhahahahahahahaha, once again! I was surprised twice tonight! How happy, how lucky! Is this the embodiment of my A+ luck?"

"It seems this Holy Grail War is worth my all!"

Chapter 127: Heading to the First Battle and the Destiny of the Saber Team (4k

"My Master, speaking your name shall be regarded as a pledge between you and me to achieve victory in the Holy Grail War."

As if crushing joy and anticipation into powder, the laughter subsided, and the Hero King looked at Aiwen with an expression that was too serious for him.

After using his clairvoyance, Gilgamesh became like this.

That expression was like a mixture of nostalgia and disgust, a blend of these two emotions, which seemed to be what humans call a serious attitude.

What incredible situation did the king's clairvoyance reveal that made him regard casual fun as a battle of dignity?

But no matter what it is, Aiwen can accept it. Summoning Gilgamesh is just fate. He neither pursues a thrilling battle nor expects the legendary Holy Grail.

His bottom line is only the survival of Emiya Kiritsugu, Irisviel and Illya, everything else is nothing.

Because his requirements are so low, Aiwen is happy to satisfy his servants' ideas as long as they do not conflict with his own goals.

If the Servant wants to fight, he will rush to the battlefield; if the Servant wants to experience the real world, he will act as a tour guide; if the Servant wants to die for his beliefs, he will also go to see them off for the last time.

Adhere to the equal relationship, fulfill the Master's duties, and provide support for the Servant's wishes.

This is the type of Master that all Heroic Spirits dream of having.

For example, now that his servant was obviously getting serious, Aiwen naturally planned to keep him company.

"Evindon Uberelle Oselheide, that is my name."

"It's too long, idiot. A name is just a code name. Of course, the shorter and more convenient the name, the better!"

Gilgamesh frowned in annoyance and shouted angrily, but that was all.

For the self-centered Hero King, being willing to rebuke someone is actually a sign of approval. For those he truly dislikes, he will simply sentence them to death.

"But it's alright, we can't just do it reluctantly. Now is not the time to worry about trivial matters. We can't keep that arrogant guy waiting for too long."

Muttering something incomprehensible, Gilgamesh turned his attention to the west side of the bridge over the river, where the residential area of the old capital of Fuyuki City was located.

An aura that he was all too familiar with was already rising in the residential area, as bright as a prison, extremely conspicuous, and extremely proud.

A powerful Servant is inviting me to a fight.

That is the confidence that is not afraid of any opponent. Only heroes dare not accept the invitation, and only strong people dare not act rashly, because the owner of the aura does not hide his cruel attitude.

If you dare to come, be prepared to die miserably.

But when Gilgamesh saw this, he laughed happily and shook his head, as if he was reminiscing about something in the past.

"Are you so impatient? You're still a young boy after all. Your biggest problem is that you can't learn patience."

The figure of the Hero King gradually turned into spirit particles and dissipated. The golden luster sank into the air and finally disappeared.

All that remained was the words he had left behind.

"Ewendong, follow me. Those who stand shoulder to shoulder with the king must be open and honest. You must know that those who cannot stand together on the battlefield are not worthy of being my ally."

It was obvious that the Hero King was not afraid of fighting. On the contrary, he was now heading straight towards the most dangerous center of the night.

So now, beside the dark and cold river, Aiwen and Illya stayed for a while.

"Caster, was that your name just now?"

Illya raised her head and asked in a low voice. Just now, out of trust in Aiwen, she gave him the initiative and only spoke now.

"Yeah, if it's Illya, just call me Aiwen."

Thinking that Illya had not yet recovered from the oppression of Gilgamesh, Ai gently stroked her long silver hair in a comforting voice.

But unexpectedly, Illya was very resistant to this suggestion.

"No, there must be many people called by this name, but the caster I met is mine, so I will only call you caster."

Illya said this with a pitiful look in her eyes, making people feel guilty about making the little girl cry: "Or is it not okay to shout like this?"

"How could that be? If Illya likes it, you can keep shouting."

"Yeah! Hey, Caster, Caster will always be with me..."

Illya smiled secretly, joy and relief surging in her heart, and finally she simply rushed forward and rubbed her face against Aiwen's waist.

From a distance, the two looked as close as family.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Aiwen grabbed Illya's collar and gently pulled her away.

"caster?"

Facing Loli's aggrieved and confused expression, he pointed in the direction of the old capital of Fuyuki City and explained the current situation concisely and clearly.

"There's no time to rest. Gilgamesh has taken the initiative to rush to the battlefield. The other Servants and Masters participating in the battle will not miss the opportunity to spy on the situation. There will be no peace tonight."

"Of course, Emiya Kiritsugu will be one of them. He may not take action, but he will definitely monitor the battlefield, which means you will be exposed."

"Illya, you're about to face this Holy Grail War head-on, and you'll also have to face your parents. Are you ready?"