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Rider, clearly not expecting such a bold declaration, looked flustered, scratching his beard as he spoke.
"Even if you think that, this Iskandar is still the renowned King of Conquerors."
"I am The only True King among Heroes. The rest are just pretenders."
Gilgamesh's words were more insulting than any curse, but delivered in her haughty, elegant voice, coupled with her breathtaking beauty, they held a strange playful quality.
"It's all about looks, isn't it..." Haru muttered. If this were the male Gilgamesh, he'd be unleashing the [Sword of Salvation] and a barrage of holy lightning right now, not ogling her.
Saber frowned, not at Gilgamesh's words, but at Haru's lecherous gaze, which made her skin crawl. She stepped back, positioning herself in front of Illyasviel.
"Illyasviel, what's wrong with Haru?"
"That Servant, she seems to fit his preferences. He has a thing for tsundere types," Illyasviel replied, a knowing smile on her face.
Saber's lips twitched. "Illyasviel! Your husband is practically drooling over another woman, and you're smiling? How magnanimous of you..."
Saber didn't realize it wasn't magnanimity, but the result of Haru's constant influence, subtly altering Illyasviel's values.
Rider, hearing Gilgamesh's arrogant declaration, raised an eyebrow.
"If you're making such bold claims, perhaps you should introduce yourself. If you're truly a king, you shouldn't be afraid to reveal your name."
Gilgamesh's crimson eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger in them. How dare this mongrel interrupt her, and with such a condescending tone? She expected silence, rapt attention, not questions.
"Are you questioning me? You dare to ask for my name, you insignificant worm?"
The air crackled with tension.
"Even when she's angry, she's beautiful..." Haru murmured.
Saber's eye twitched. She looked at Haru, still ogling Gilgamesh, and sighed.
Distracted by Gilgamesh, Haru's grip on Diarmuid's blade loosened slightly, the [Authority of Heaven and Earth] that held him captive faltering.
Diarmuid, sensing the shift, his eyes narrowed. He pulled his blade free, leaping back in a fluid motion.
A soft pop echoed through the air as the Authority of Heaven and Earth's hold on him dissipated. The Authority, after all, manipulated the planet's magical energy. The Gáe Dearg, with its anti-magic properties, was its natural counter.
Diarmuid, his expression serious, sheathed his broadsword and drew the long sword from his back.
Though his earlier attack had been effortlessly blocked, his movements restricted, he hadn't lost his confidence.
"Master, I've broken free. Request permission to deploy my Noble Phantasm," he said to Kayneth through their connection.
Diarmuid's actions drew everyone's attention. Gilgamesh and Rider's gazes turned towards him.
As Kayneth was about to give his consent, a sharp alarm blared in his mind—the warning signal from the workshop where he'd left Sola-Ui.
His eyes widened in alarm. "Diarmuid, get me out of here! Now!"
Everyone looked towards the source of Kayneth's voice.
Diarmuid's face paled. He'd just revealed his Master's location.
Sensing the gazes of Gilgamesh, Rider, and Haru upon him, Kayneth shrank back in fear.
He was no match for any of them. And now, with his location exposed, with Diarmuid's—limited combat abilities, if they attacked...
Terror filled his eyes.
Gilgamesh, seeing Kayneth's fear, nodded in satisfaction. "It seems—someone recognizes my power."
"Diarmuidr's Master is a shrewd one. To risk revealing his position—He must be a formidable Magician," Rider said, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Gilgamesh.
"Indeed," she replied, her voice filled with haughty pride.
Then, her expression shifted, and she shivered slightly, her gaze falling upon Haru.
Her crimson eyes narrowed, and her voice, laced with anger, echoed through the container yard.
"Mongrel, while I appreciate devotion to one's desires, your gaze is—unacceptable. Ever since I arrived, your eyes have been crawling all over me."
A golden key appeared in her hand. She turned it.
An invisible gate seemed to open, and the sky behind Gilgamesh shimmered with golden light.
Ripples, like disturbed water, spread through the air, and sixteen weapons—swords, axes, maces—each radiating an aura of immense power and divine authority, materialized behind her.
"Are you kidding me?! All Noble Phantasms?!" Waver gaped at the weapons, his voice filled with disbelief.
"H-How can she have so many?" Illyasviel whispered, her hand covering her mouth.
"Now that's what I call a treasure trove!" Rider's eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Die!" Gilgamesh's voice rang out, and the sixteen Noble Phantasms hurtled towards Haru.
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