The black-clad Saber, covered in scars, was saved by the glittering gold figure, but without a word of thanks, those black mires appeared under his feet once more. Slowly sinking, he straight-up betrayed the glistening presence at the scene.
However, Gilgamesh's pride was such that he hardly cared about these things and still faced Tao Yu and the others head-on.
"This king must commend your strength, all of you are qualified, except for that fake," he said.
Gilgamesh, with his hands in his pockets, stood atop the half-undestroyed city wall, looking down upon everyone.
His gaze traversed over the group.
Apart from the Red A he found displeasing, as a demigod, Uncle B, Hashirama Senju who had previously exerted immense pressure, and Mr. Men who had effortlessly taken the group away from under his nose, all received his acknowledgment.
