Tokiomi Tosaka held the tea cup, the water mist rose, and the air was filled with the fragrance of black tea. Although there was no one else in the mansion except him, it still remained spotless, even after the Holy Grail War had progressed to this extent.
Still maintaining the elegance of the famous magic family.
The gramophone in the mansion was spinning, and melodious music echoed in my ears. This was Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny". Tokiomi Tosaka felt that this piece of music perfectly reflected his current mood.
The difficulties he faced have been solved, and the Holy Grail is already within his grasp. If possible, he would even like to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate the Tosaka family's great wish that is about to come true.
But the Tosaka family's motto is to always remain elegant, even when success is within easy reach.
With golden light, Gilgamesh appeared in front of Tokiomi Tosaka.
Gilgamesh's face was extremely cold. He crossed his arms and looked down at Tokiomi Tosaka, showing no anger or authority.
"Tosaka Tokiomi, do you have anything else to explain this time?"
"Please forgive me for my transgression, King of Heroes, but now is not the best time to duel with Lord Animusfia."
"Oh~~?"
Gilgamesh's red eyes glanced at the back of Tokiomi Tosaka's hand, and he could see the extra six strokes of the command spell. No, it should be said to be five strokes to be precise. He had just used one of them on himself.
A mandatory recall was issued.
But even so, the number of Command Spells held by Tokiomi Tokiomi in his hand is still several times that of ordinary Masters. This is also where his confidence lies. After possessing enough power, Tokiomi Tokiomi unconsciously revealed his abilities.
The nature of a magician.
"Are these boring little toys your trump card?"
"That's right, King of Heroes."
Tokiomi Tosaka lowered his head and said respectfully. He sent a doll to contact his distant relative, the girl, and another Master. He originally planned to form an alliance, but he did not expect that the two people were decisive.
He gave up his qualifications as a Master and transferred the Command Seal to him.
Of course, rewriting command spells is not without cost. It's just some worldly money. The Sakurajima family can be regarded as a magic family. Although they are already lonely, they didn't expect to be able to do this for a mere amount of money. It's really disappointing.
Disdainful.
"I think you made a mistake, Tokiomi."
Gilgamesh's voice suddenly became softer,
"The relationship between the servant and the master? It is not that I obey you, but that you assist me behind the scenes. You have made this mistake too many times, or am I too indulgent to you?
"
Hearing his words, Tokiomi Tosaka subconsciously raised his head, trying to defend himself.
"There is no need to argue. As a minister, it is already a great gift for you to make suggestions to the king. If you want to control the king's words and deeds, you have lost your duty as a minister."
Gilgamesh's face showed undisguised disgust. He was completely disappointed with the boring man in front of him.
Is the trump card just a little Command Seal? It's really funny, like a child walking into a real battlefield with a toy water gun.
"King of Heroes, I..."
Tokiomi Tosaka's wide eyes reflected golden ripples, and a spear with exquisite patterns on the surface, like a work of art, shot out quickly, penetrated his body, and nailed him to the wall behind him.
The blood soaked his clothes and spread along the emerald wallpaper behind him. From a distance, he looked like some kind of abstract artwork or a villain who was atoning for his sins.
Gilgamesh sneered, sat on the soft leather sofa, took out the golden cup filled with fine wine from the King's Treasure, and tasted it silently.
He could naturally feel that the magical connection between himself and Tokiomi Tohsaka was becoming blurred. If it was completely disconnected, he would return to the Throne of Heroes without a Master, but so what, the king never cared about this.
The so-called Holy Grail is nothing more in his eyes. He once held this kind of thing. The omnipotent wishing machine is just to deceive those ignorant bastards. There has never been a so-called omnipotent thing in this world.
I don’t know how long I have been tasting it, but deep footsteps came from the corridor outside. The footsteps carried a certain rhythm, and each step was like stepping on a drum.
Dong dong dong——
The same rhythmic knock on the door sounded.
"come in."
Gilgamesh said lazily, he could already guess who the visitor was.
Kotomine Kirei opened the door and walked into the living room. He immediately saw Tokiomi Tokiomi who was nailed to the wall, and subconsciously froze on the spot.
"Would you like a drink?"
Gilgamesh raised his wine glass from a distance, his red eyes slightly squinting with a light of unknown meaning.
Kotomine Kirei did not reply to him, but walked silently in front of Tohsaka Tokiomi, and quietly looked at the dying man in front of him. Gilgamesh did not kill him directly, although the wound that penetrated his chest was considered a serious injury.
He suffered fatal injuries, but with the support of the magic seal, he could still survive for a long time.
Tokiomi Tosaka's eyes were wide open, as if he didn't understand why Gilgamesh attacked him. He probably thought that he was right now and refused to accept this fact.
Stubbornly determined on the path he has chosen, even if he falls into the abyss and is shattered to pieces, he will still not hesitate.
Kotomine Kirei just watched silently, without saying a word, watching the life force gradually draining from the dying body, and the pain of being penetrated entangled him. If he was treated in time now, he could still save his life, but if
If nothing is done, Tohsaka Tokiomi may die tragically only a few hours later.
"Oh, by the way, Kirei. Tokiomi Tosaka left you a gift, do you want to see it?"
Kotomine Kirei turned around and saw the long, narrow black wooden box in front of Gilgamesh. It looked ordinary on the outside, without any markings.
He opened the box, and it was completely different from the plain appearance. The inside of the box was covered with expensive and soft velvet, and lying quietly inside was a beautiful dagger.
Kotomine Kirei knew the name of this sword. It was the Sword of Azoth, a simple magic ritual that originated from Paracelsus. In the mystical world, it was often used as a proof of graduation from the apprentice magician.
He picked up the dagger and looked at the sharp blade carefully. Furukawa's expression reflected on the shiny silver blade.
"This is your mentor's proof of your achievements. Do you like this gift, Kirei?"
Gilgamesh's voice was like a faint snake, burrowing into his body, traveling along the blood vessels, and finally reaching his heart.
"A gift from my mentor..."
He shook his head, looked in the direction of Tokiomi Tohsaka, then walked over there with the Sword of Azoth, raised it high, and then swung it down.
"It's really boring stuff."
A silver arc suddenly appeared, followed by blood splashing.