"This king saved your life, gave you a new life, and gave you the opportunity to challenge your natural enemy again... What do you think this favor is worth?"

Looking at the golden king lying on the bench in front of him, enjoying the red wine he collected unceremoniously and bargaining with him, Kotomine Kirei said calmly:

"Gilgamesh, you have given me such a great favor, but I don't think I have such value... Or do you want me to betray Tokiomi-sensei and be loyal to you?"

"Hahahaha... Kirei, I didn't expect that the jokes you tell with such a boring face would be so funny."

Gilgamesh did not hide his contempt for Kotomine Kirei:

"Your allegiance? Don't be ridiculous, I now feel that Tokiomi's allegiance is more reliable than yours."

Without any intention of getting angry at Gilgamesh's contempt, Kotomine Kirei asked again:

"Since you don't trust me, what do you want me to do?"

"Heh, did you return the question again? All these useless tricks... Admit it, Kirei, for people like you, whether they tell lies or the truth, they are all the same thing."

Sure enough, Gilgamesh never had any expectations for Kotomine Kirei's loyalty. Kirei Mine also knew this, so he didn't want to answer. In fact, he had no hope for Gilgamesh's life-saving grace.

No hint of gratitude.

And Gilgamesh also knows that Kotomine Kirei doesn't think he has any value at all, and he won't be grateful to him for saving his life... That's why Gilgamesh asked this deliberately, and the purpose is

It's a joke, a little entertainment and a test.

"Your promise is worthless, so I don't need you to promise anything. I just need you to contribute your own strength to my entertainment in the way you like, so I

I just saved you..."

"The way I... like?"

Kotomine Kirei's heart was full of questions: "Gilgamesh, do you know what I like?"

Gilgamesh seemed to be stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Kotomine Kirei would raise a question here.

"Ah, this is really interesting..."

As if he had discovered something interesting, Gilgamesh even put down the glass of wine in his hand and asked: "Kotomine Kirei, don't you think you are that kind of very slow person? You wouldn't say that you are here now.

You haven’t realized it yet?”

"What? What are you talking about?" Kotomine Kirei frowned eagerly.

"Of course it's the topic of your [thing you want]."

"So what is that?" Kotomine Kirei felt his emotions fluctuate for the first time:

"I've been looking for what I want, but I can't find it.

If you know, if I also have what I want... please tell me."

Seeing that Kirei Kotomine, who usually looked like a "dead man", had such a rare performance, Gilgamesh laughed happily:

"Hahaha, don't worry! Don't be anxious... sit down first, there is still a lot of time tonight."

Gilgamesh put down his wine glass, pointed to his left hand, allowed Kotomine Kirei to sit down, and then narrowed his eyes and asked:

"I ask you, why do you want to fight to the death with the magician holding the fire system?"

Kotomine Kirei replied without hesitation:

"Want to kill him."

But Gilgamesh was not satisfied:

"Ordinary people would not risk their lives just to kill an insignificant person, or even risk their own chance of obtaining the Holy Grail.

You can tell the truth, although I will laugh at you, but I will not let others laugh at you."

Faced with Gilgamesh's question, and thinking that Gilgamesh might know the answer he had been looking for for a long time, Kotomine Kirei sorted out his words and replied:

"I... originally had expectations for him, expecting him to be an empty person like me... But this expectation failed. Not only was he not similar to me, but he was just the opposite... So I felt angry and angry towards him.

The murderous intention...wanted to kill him."

"So, what kind of emotion do you think this process is?" Gilgamesh raised his glass again, shaking it slowly and asked:

"Anger? Disappointment? Or is it [love]?"

"..." Kotomine Kirei remained silent.

"No, I don't quite agree with your sentiments, which seem to be like those of an ignorant person."

Gilgamesh took a sip of red wine, raised the corners of his mouth, and said:

"Let me tell you an interesting thing. Maybe you haven't noticed it yourself, but my eyes can see clearly.

You, the expression on your face when those blood-clad fire warriors risked their lives to fight each other was the best smile!~

In comparison, your usual boring expression can be described as [dead person]."

"Ahh!!"

In the dark cellar, a broken man was bound by iron chains to the stone wall.

Countless squirming larvae eroded the body of the white-haired man, and painful wails were squeezed out from the hoarse voice, like an unwilling hungry ghost falling into hell, longing for the hope of living...

"Hmm... No, I've searched every part of your body, but to be honest, I still can't find anything special about you... Kariya."

A wizened old man who looked like a fierce ghost dragged his body and walked back and forth on the ground directing the insects to eat.

"As a descendant of Lao Cheng, you have some aptitude for magic. Lao Cheng knows.

However, if your magic aptitude was of some use when you were young, it is no longer useful now..."

The expression on the wizened old man's wrinkled face was unclear, but there was some confusion in his tone:

"According to my calculations, the fighting time you can drive [Berserker] to fight is fifteen minutes. After fifteen minutes of continuous fighting, you will be eaten clean by the old and cute bugs...

However, last night you did something beyond my imagination.

You did a good job...but the whole forty-five minutes was three times longer than I expected. You did so well that it aroused my suspicion.

Sorry, please forgive the curiosity of the elderly..."

Since last night, this waste product that he recycled has been undergoing his thorough magic inspection, but he really can't find where the huge amount of extra magic power comes from.

It can't possibly be the magic power stolen by that black and irrational monster, right? In short, Matou Zouken, he is very curious.

"But, finding nothing is quite..."

"Victory, victory..."

A weak voice interrupted Matou Zangyan's narration and asked him to ask

"……What?"

"As long as I win, it'll be fine, right?

Old bug!"
Chapter completed!