I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

The two clinked glasses and then drank their beverages.

"Ah, it is indeed good wine." The young man smiled and poured himself another glass.

“Of course, in my treasury, whether it’s swords or wine, I only keep the best.” Gil smiled slightly.

"I find it strange—does your Master really trust you so much?"

The young man asked a question.

"Master? That useless little girl lost her life on the very first day."

Gilles didn't feel there was anything to hide about it. "I'm the kind of guy who lost my Master as soon as I arrived. But this Holy Grail War is quite interesting. By the way, why did you participate in this Holy Grail War? The Sun King, you know."

"And what about you, King of Gold?" the young man asked.

The King of the Sun—only the King of Kings, Pharaoh Ozymandias, was addressed by Gilles in this title.

"Well... I've only heard that someone wants to compete for my treasure." Gil revealed a smile that could only be described as arrogant.

"Treasure? You mean the Holy Grail?"

“Well, that is true…” Gilles took a sip of wine, “because the Holy Grail is indeed in my collection.”

Jill turned her gaze in a certain direction. "Hey you over there, why don't you come over for a drink?"

"..." The figure did not speak, but walked step by step to the street lamp.

It was a young man wearing silver armor.

He had golden hair, as bright as sunlight, a pair of beautiful pale eyes, an aura of dignified inviolability, and handsome features.

His appearance was that of a perfect prince; in fact, he embodied the image of many young girls' dream lover.

"—You're Saber, right?" Gilles glanced at the young man's right hand.

There is a weapon there, an invisible weapon.

Jill ignored them, simply smiling as he reached out again, and a golden cup fell into his hand.

"for you."

Gil poured about seven-tenths full of wine into the glass and tossed it to the young man.

Although it was supposed to be a throw, not a single drop of wine spilled from the glass under Jill's magical control.

The young man reached out and steadily caught the wine glass.

He walked step by step toward the two people in their direction...

Chapter 329 May you leave here?

When the young man approached Gil and his companion, he also sat down on another bench nearby.

"Judging from your attitude towards the Golden King, is he also a king?" Ozymandias, the Sun King, asked, looking at the Silver Knight.

“Well, would I allow a bastard who isn’t a king to sit on equal footing with us? Even if he is a king, if he wants to sit on equal footing with us, he should at least have something worthy of my recognition,” Gil said, holding up his wine glass.

"Ha...hahahahahahahahahaha...well said." Ozymandias swirled his wine glass. "And you, king over there...who are you to say you are king?"

"You... are you Rider?" the young man asked.

“That’s right, I am the King of Kings who manifests in the world as a Rider…” Ozymandias nodded and said.

However, Jill's expression was a little strange as she listened to the young man's voice.

Why does it sound so much like Merlin's annoying voice?

"I am Saber, you can just call me that." The young man's smile gave people a warm feeling, like a gentle breeze.

"Not intending to reveal your king's name?" Ozymandias stroked his chin. "Very well."

Jill picked up her glass and then burst into laughter, "Hahahaha... It's alright, you'll reveal your real name sooner or later."

At that moment, Jill felt a slight chill run down his spine, and some wine spilled from the swirling glass in his hand.

A murderous intent... a murderous intent that seems to have come from nowhere...?

And it made him feel dangerous?

Although it's superficial, it's important to pay attention to it.

Jill stood up abruptly and looked around.

There was nothing there. The omniscient and omnipotent star reported that there was no one around.

Gil suddenly stood up, which surprised Ozymandias.

"What's wrong, King of Gold? Why do you have such an expression?" Ozymandias asked.

“…No, it’s alright…” Gilles slowly stood up, walked to Saber’s side, and said a few words.

Saber's pupils contracted.

“You…” Saber’s face turned astonished.

"See you next time—I hope it will be just as friendly as this..." Jill waved and turned to leave.

"...Did he notice it too..." Ozymandias looked in the direction Gil had left, "that murderous intent."

……

Jill walked down the dimly lit street, the streetlights flickering intermittently.

The dim light made Jill slightly uncomfortable.

He didn't really like dimly lit environments to begin with.

Perhaps due to physical fatigue, Jill yawned softly, and a slight weariness flashed uncontrollably in her bloodshot eyes.

The faint killing intent lurking in the shadows has dissipated; it seems its owner is no longer nearby...

Jill felt a little tricky.

If the Omniscient and Omnipotent Star is not mistaken, this time the fragment of the world is still in the Holy Grail.

The Holy Grail will not appear without enough dead Heroic Spirits.

Jill continued walking forward, lost in thought about all sorts of things.

We should find a place to rest first.

We can't keep going without a place to stay... Sleeping outside is so uncomfortable.

At that moment, the streetlights illuminating the surroundings suddenly started spitting sparks, just like in a horror movie.

Then, the streetlights went out.

Jill didn't care about any of that, knowing that the moon was very bright tonight.

Then, he saw that figure, which could be described as absolutely beautiful.

It was also a figure that Jill would never forget in the future.

It was a young girl with light golden hair. The moonlight shone on her light golden hair, making it look like she was wearing a silver veil.

His pale blue eyes were looking at Jill with a smile.

She was an adorable girl whose first impression would be that of a fairy. She was wearing a blue and white dress, but what slightly caught Jill's attention was the dark mark below her collarbone.

...Command Spells?

Jill muttered something under her breath.

"Good evening—esteemed Archer?" The girl lifted her skirt slightly and gave Gilles a somewhat ancient bow. "Nice to meet you. I am Ayaka Sajou."

“…First of all, I am not an Archer,” Jill said. “Furthermore, my class is the same as your Servant’s.”

Gilles curled into a wicked smile. "I'm Saber too."

He had long ago spied on Saber's Master through the Omniscient Star, and the girl in front of him did indeed give him a sense of danger.

"Hehe... Impossible, right? It's impossible for two Servants of the same class to appear in the Holy Grail War." Sajō Aika shook her head and said.

In the Holy Grail War, usually only seven Heroic Spirits will appear.

Archer, Lancer, Saber, Rider, Assassin, Caster, Berserker.

In a normal Holy Grail War, it is absolutely impossible for two Servants to have the same class.

"Well, whether it is or not, why don't you just use your Master privileges to find out?" Gil shrugged and said.

"Is that so?" Sajō Aika stared at Gil for a moment, her expression turning somewhat surprised.

Because, Jill's Class field clearly shows—

Saber class!

Prior to this, the silver knight who had drunk with Gilles also claimed to be Saber—

"The eighth...Servant?" Ayaka Sajou looked at Gil with the same pure gaze, though there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, her gaze remained clear.

Jill recognized that look.

That look in his eyes was innocent and pure.

But that was also the cruelest look in his eyes.

She was a naive girl who lacked values ​​and morals, as innocent and cruel as a child.

Because she... was born connected to the Root, so everything was meaningless to her; she had neither good nor evil nor the concept of life, living like a ghost...

She did not believe that what she did was wrong, even if it was murder.

“That’s right, you can think of it that way.” Gilles shrugged. “Well, don’t look at me with that slightly hostile look. My Master is long dead, and I’m a servant without a master now.”

"So what? There's an old saying in the East: 'Even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't fall down easily after death…'" Sajō Aika smiled. "Aren't you in that state right now? So, to prevent you from hurting him… and because he is a unique being—"

"Could you please leave here?"

Chapter 330 The Terrifying Master Who Controlled Two Servants

"May I leave here?" The petite girl with a bewitching beauty, who could be mistaken for a fairy at first glance, asked Gil with a charming smile.

If it were a man with a weak will, he would probably say here, "I would be willing to die for you."