FATE: As Illya, I was summoned by Kotomine Kirei?!

Chapter 36: Gilgamesh, the only designated supermodel monster in the Holy Grail War!

Gilgamesh, Archer of the three Knights.

The oldest king in the Mesopotamian region, he was not the first king nor the first hero in history, but the first king to become a hero.

Miss Illyasviel felt unwell.

The familiar king wrapped in a golden tortoise shell, King Gilgamesh, who had suppressed her briefly in hand-to-hand combat and whose long-range firepower could completely cover her in a fog, appeared, and she felt the teasing yet interested look in his eyes.

Her heart suddenly began to pound. Was it the feeling of being beaten? No, it was the tension of being hung up and beaten in her first battle. The battle with the swordswoman was different because as long as she kept a distance and used the familiars to entangle and hide in the thick fog, even the swordswoman would be unable to do anything to her. After all, her agility was there.

But King Gilgamesh's terrifying firepower was able to completely ignore her thick fog. If ordinary people had not rushed to the Tohsaka family residence at that time, she would probably not have been able to escape. The opponent's Noble Phantasm's restraint on her was much more terrifying than that of the swordswoman. She was dancing on the edge of a knife with every wave of Noble Phantasm bombardment.

She even still feels that the opponent is the biggest supermodel monster in this Holy Grail War.

"Brother, this is probably the first time we have met, right? Isn't it a bit too enthusiastic to treat me like an object?"

Miss Illyasviel blinked. It was the swordswoman and the man with two spears who destroyed her intelligence. Why did King Gilgamesh still have such a deep impression of her?

This is neither science nor magecraft; the erasure of her information is a genuine curse.

Moreover, this sounds just like the speech of a domineering president in a vernacular novel. It sounds weird no matter how you listen to it.

"Hmph! It's nothing but the curse of oblivion of a murderer. The curses and treasures I have seen are far beyond your imagination. Don't take yourself too seriously, you bastard snake." Even if he hasn't activated certain Noble Phantasm and skills, if you really think that the divinity in him is just for show, even if skills like curses are effective, their effects on him will be weakened.

King Gilgamesh looked at Miss Illyasviel who was trying to play dumb with contempt and snorted with a curl of his lips, but the curse did have an effect.

His impression of Miss Illyasviel was still vague, but he could still remember most of it the moment he saw her.

"Your offense to this king can only be paid with your life. Although you are filthy and lowly, your life has already belonged to this king as a criminal. It is not the turn of other bastards to touch it. Why are you still hanging out with a bunch of boring bastard pseudo-kings?"

Of course, the main reason was that he was somewhat interested in the malicious mana and the strange mechanism. The process of uncovering the unknown made him feel very, even nine points of pleasure.

"Hahahaha, at least I am still a famous King of Conquerors in this era."

"You are worthy of being called a king? Ha, except for me, the rest of us are just a bunch of bastards!"

King Gilgamesh crossed his arms in disdain, obviously not going to give a good look.

"Before you insult others, you should first tell them your name like the Knight King of Great Britain. Are you just the ruler of a small country, but you call yourself a king and look down on other kings? If that's the case, you are really too arrogant."

Iskandar laughed loudly and teased the Golden King instead of getting angry. This magnanimity was amazing, at least in the eyes of the swordswoman.

After all, if she were subjected to such disdainful insults, she would definitely draw her sword against the Golden King.

As a fellow king, this kind of contempt is really excessive. He calls others bastards all the time. This is not just directed at other kings but also includes everyone present in the curse. He is so impolite and uneducated that it is disgusting and uncomfortable to have a conversation with him.

"Do you know him? Caster, this rude guy." The swordswoman frowned.

Miss Illyasviel waved her hand after hearing this and said, "I barely know him. His class is Archer. Not long ago, I had a fight with the big brother who liked to stand on the street lamp at the villa of the Tohsaka family. However, we were forced to stop fighting in the end. To be frank, he is much stronger than me. At that time, I felt that he was not fighting seriously. It was more of a cat-and-mouse game."

There is nothing to be embarrassed about. They are the two weakest in the whole arena. If they can't win, they can't win. If they are not honest, when the melee breaks out, her cheap ally will die too quickly and she will be the only one to suffer.

"You are not his match?" The swordswoman was a little surprised.

"I'm Caster, not a knight class. It would be strange if the lower class could defeat the upper three knights who are in perfect condition!"

'No, that's not the case. I just have a little more mana, a little higher agility, and a little more mechanisms.'

'Please don't treat me as a freak with the same numerical values as you.'

'I am simply the kind of magi assassin who is difficult to kill others, but also difficult for others to kill me.'

"I'm sorry, but your familiar army and speed are very difficult to deal with. I personally think that if they were all in their prime, they could only fight you on equal terms. Just like Lancer, one of the three knights had difficulty breaking through your blockade in a short period of time. For an opponent like you who can disappear by diving into the fog, it's hard to imagine that you would say that others can still suppress you even if they are not serious."

Is Miss Illyasviel weak? The answer is hard to estimate. She becomes stronger when facing a stronger opponent. Her strength is unknown.

It feels like the weird type where everyone can fight, but neither can kill the other.

If it's too low, even the assassination of the Master may fail; if it's too high, she can engage in close combat with Saber, the strongest of the three knight classes. It makes people feel that the opponent seems to have a weird 50-50 setting, and whether it's a human or a ghost, they can get through a few moves.

"Why are you mentioning me again? I clearly didn't do anything bad. I just simply want to duel with you guys one by one." Hearing the voices talking about himself, the man with two spears smiled helplessly. In the current situation, no one can do anything.

The Swordswoman and the Magi Little Sister formed an alliance, and the Golden King and the King of Conquerors confronted each other, leaving him alone. After all, he was Lancer, one of the Three Knights.

"But what Saber said is also right. Kitty, you don't need to be too modest. Your strength and faith have been recognized by everyone. The beautiful and breathtaking dance under the night sky is also fascinating. I believe you must have been a great hero in your adult life. Even if the rude king was Archer, one of the three knights, the fact that you were able to escape from the Tohsaka family mansion unscathed has already proved that you are capable of fighting against that king."

"Brother, you said the same thing to Big Sister Saber when you were fighting her before. You really live up to your reputation during your lifetime." she already heard how the spear men flatter the saber.

Looking at the red rose and yellow rose spears in the opponent's hands, Miss Illyasviel held her forehead and turned her face to the side. Apparently, she gradually guessed the real name of the man with two spears. Stop bragging, really stop bragging about her. If you go on like this, she will really become arrogant. It's obvious that she can't beat anyone, so what if she gets angry again?

"Haha, is that so? I just speak my mind. After all, I can fight heroes like you head-on. If I belittle you, wouldn't I belittle myself for fighting against you?"

Diarmuid didn't mind laughing happily when he saw this. This was not just a commercial compliment, but a sign of respect from the bottom of his heart.

Besides, why belittle the enemy? If the enemy is too weak, defeating it is just bullying the weak. Only when the enemy is strong enough, defeating it is a heroic act.

"Anyway, I'm reminding you, big brother, to be more careful next time."

"Caster, did your detection magecraft discover that a Berserker or Assassin was hiding near the battlefield?"

The swordswoman looked around vigilantly, subconsciously thinking that this was a reminder for them to be on guard against possible enemies hiding around them. After all, there were still two servants who had never appeared.

Especially Assassin, so far no Servant has discovered Assassin's movements.

She was not naive enough to think that Assassin did not come. Instead, it only showed that the opponent's hiding ability was terrifyingly strong. Even she with her intuition skill and Diarmuid with his mind's eye skill could not detect any trace of the opponent.

"It's not Assassin. How could I have discovered it if you all didn't?"

"Then Caster, do you have any kind of detection magecraft? It can help us stay alert against that damn assassin."

Diarmuid and the swordswoman both looked over, obviously having confidence in Miss Illyasviel's magecraft.

After all, her terrifying magical power is there. She must have been a great magi who was infinitely close to True magic when she was alive. The magecraft she possessed was probably better than his intuition and mind-eye. The assassin profession is a big enemy in this chaotic situation.

If the other party really has the means to guard against assassins, using them in advance is also a guarantee of safety.

"Big Brothers and Big Sisters, do you think I look like Assassin?"

Both of the Knights shook their heads.

After infusing magecraft into each of the familiars around her, Miss Illyasviel glanced at the Golden King:

"You can't find Assassin, how can I find him? When I said be careful, I meant be careful of that golden king brother. That brother dares to be so rude and arrogant. Sisters, do you think that is just pure arrogance? Or does he have the confidence and strength to make all of us here leave?"

The first time she dueled with the swordswoman was in a single-player dungeon.

[Conquer] King Iskandar appeared, and she and the Swordswoman Alliance were in a melee copy.

But when King Gilgamesh appears, things will be different. What follows should be called a BOSS battle instance.

Just when the swordswoman and Diarmuid were both confused and subconsciously thought that how could a mere Servant dare to fight against the four Servants present and the servants hiding in the dark at the same time.

The next moment, the sky flashed with golden light, and the area seemed to be illuminated by the sun!

"A bunch of bastards, are you worthy enough to ask my name?"

"You are lucky enough to see me, but you don't realize how honorable it is. You even dare to question my name and refuse to kneel down to pay respect to me. No wonder that venomous snake would hang out with a bunch of ignorant people like you. After all, those who are mixed up with mongrels can only be mongrels!"

Thirty-two golden waves rose up behind the Golden King, and weapons with gleaming light stretched out from the servants. They were extraordinary weapons containing a large amount of mana, all of which were C+ level Noble Phantasm. Now, after the battle with the swordswoman and Iskandar's entry and clearing with thunder, the surrounding haze was already thin and eye-catching enough, and the initial firepower coverage was no longer needed to aim at the target.

Knives, spears, swords, and halberds were turned in the golden gate, and the fair weapons were aimed at everyone present. This dazzling sense of oppression also made the swordswoman and Diarmuid instantly understands why Miss Illyasviel asked them to be careful.

"Noble Phantasm...?! Thirty-two Noble Phantasms? Are all those weapons Noble Phantasms?"

The swordswoman was surprised and blurted out the question that everyone present wanted to ask.

A Servant has at most two or three Noble Phantasms. This is the experience and fact summarized from the first three Holy Grail Wars.

The fact that the Golden King took out thirty-two swords at once was enough to overturn the perceptions of most people. No! It should be enough to overturn the perceptions of all Holy Grail Wars so far!

Diarmuid and the swordswoman looked at Miss Illyasviel, who seemed to be used to it.

"Are you sure you survived your first battle against him?"

'No, seriously? How do you live like this?'

Those things are Noble Phantasms, right? They are genuine Noble Phantasms above C-rank, right?

In response to this, Miss Illyasviel just spread out her hands. What could she do about this mechanism?

If she is not extreme or forced into a desperate situation, it will be difficult for her to kill a Master. If she is forced into a desperate situation, she will become stronger when facing a stronger opponent, and her combat power is unknown. Do you understand the mechanism of the Heart of the Lesser Holy Grail?

She even had an inexplicable feeling that the gods had been downgraded, and if she was forced into a corner she could even fight back a few moves. Anyway, I'll make a wish as long as you can't kill me with one slash.

The Glimpse into the Evil of This World requires her to touch them.

"It may be the quality of his Noble Phantasm... is low?"

Crash!

 A flash of golden light! The riot streaked across the sky!

The golden light fell like a meteor, as fast as lightning. Miss Illyasviel evaded it without hesitation with her Agility A+. At the same time, the army of familiars around her began to split again, one, ten, twenty, one hundred, three hundred!

The overwhelming army of familiars rushed towards the attacking group of Noble Phantasms one after another. Miss Illyasviel was very skilled in this operation and had obviously thought about the preparations for encountering the Golden King again!

Puff———

the torrent of Noble Phantasms pierced through dozens of familiar knights and fell to the concrete ground, which suddenly exploded.

She was like a ghost lurking in the shadows, using her small size to step on the familiars. In just a few seconds, she completed a graceful dance in the air, hiding between black and white, and evading all eight treasures assigned to her. What if there was no fog? As long as her A+ agility attribute was still there and her army of familiars had not died out, these long-range attacks would be meaningless to her.

King Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm bombardment restrained her, and she also restrained the careless King Gilgamesh.

Just like the swordswoman and Diarmuid can both defeat her, but neither can kill her.

Unless King Gilgamesh uses A-level or above Noble Phantasm with higher explosive power and mana to bombard her, these Noble Phantasms will not be able to hit even the rags of her black robe.

'The wound hurts so much, I might as well just run away...' The wound left by the invisible sword opened again, and Miss Illyasviel clenched her teeth in pain.

It seems that she has plenty of mana, but her endurance and spirit have already reached certain physical limits. She pretended to be calm before just to prevent others from noticing her fatigue. Now the situation has been messed up by King Gilgamesh, the strongest Servant. Running away is undoubtedly the best option for her.

She cherishes her life very much and doesn't take the so-called alliance seriously at all. Just as she said that others might kick her away, she might also kick others away directly in a critical moment.

Besides, the current situation is very favorable. As long as nothing unexpected happens tonight, King Gilgamesh will be able to send away several servants. She never minds the situation where the number of enemies decreases, so her instinct to save her life tells her that it is time to retreat.

"Caster, come to my side and hide behind me. With the cooperation of your familiar, we can withstand his attack!"

With a clang, the swordswoman swung the invisible sword to knock down the Noble Phantasm that was coming straight at her. Her arm had also begun to feel numb, and she immediately shouted at Miss Illyasviel.

".......I know, I know, big sister, there's really nothing I can do about you."

The second round of Noble Phantasms followed, and the nearly one hundred demon army blocking the way were destroyed in less than a second. This was at least a B-level or even B+ Noble Phantasm impact.

Sensing King Gilgamesh's playful malice and secretly understanding that she was being given special attention, Miss Illyasviel immediately gave up the idea of ​​escaping.

He didn't take the other Servants seriously at all and just wanted to get rid of her, the venomous snake who offended the king's majesty.

'What a naive big sister. She actually believes in the covenant of the Holy Grail War.'

Sneaking into the shadows and disappearing into the darkness, the army of familiars took off, and Miss Illyasviel quickly disappeared from the group of familiars. The next moment, an explosion occurred in the area where she was, and the violent shock wave and high temperature of mana instantly swept the surroundings.

As expected, King Gilgamesh was targeting her, and the weapon he used to attack her was not on the same level as others, and her daily misfortunes arrived as expected.

"Caster? Caster where have you been?"

The mana was over-consumed, and the intuition could not be maintained for long, and Miss Illyasviel disappeared.

The swordswoman was stunned at first, then she gritted her teeth with a feeling of loss and complexity in her heart, and swung the invisible sword again to chop. In this situation, Illyasviel was sure to run away.

She didn't blame the other party. After all, it would be strange if she didn't leave under such circumstances.

Besides, the other party already hated Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel as parents.

The fact that the other party didn't stab her in the back before leaving was already a sign of her utmost kindness and compassion.

The so-called alliance was just her wishful thinking. Illyasviel had the ability to leave the battlefield from the beginning to the end. It could be seen from the fact that the opponent could split out a legion of familiars that the opponent's mana was even more sufficient than she had imagined.

If that's the case, why should the other party continue to form an alliance with her?

Just as the other party said, in the Holy Grail War, weakness is the greatest sin!

"Iri, take Kiritsugu away quickly, I'm about to…"

Bite!

However, before she could finish her words, hundreds of Ritter: Stork Knights suddenly appeared behind her and rushed straight towards the attacking Noble Phantasms, using their bodies to change the trajectory of the galloping attack!

She turned her head and saw countless white bird familiars behind her, like knights fighting alongside her. Some of them were guarding Kiritsugu Emiya and Irisviel, while others were charging into battle for her fearlessly!

The silver-haired girl who had disappeared more than ten seconds ago was now standing obediently with her hood on, beside Miss Irisviel, who was bewildered, surprised, and delighted.

"Caster, y-you didn't leave?"

"Big sister, can you stop talking nonsense?"

'I would like to leave.'

She had just run less than ten meters, and before she came into contact with the smog, she was blasted back by several Noble Phantasms.

Hiding the burnt rags of her skirt behind her, Miss Illyasviel politely saluted and then reluctantly lifted her sleeves, revealing her white arms that were already covered in blood.

She said to the swordswoman who seemed to have not yet reacted.

"Take a sip. There's a lot of mana in my blood. Bite me gently or it will hurt."

"In the next period of time... I will serve you mana."