"Whether it's Saber or Berserker..."
"Your choices are truly nauseating to this King."
"Entrusting the Dragon Ball to this mongrel... do you truly believe he can triumph over me?"
His anger rising, Gilgamesh's mood was foul beyond measure.
Or rather, this was the greatest humiliation of his life.
As the Oldest King, his recognition was lower than that of a "Fake King"?
Forget about Saber—now even this Berserker was doing the same.
What exactly did this sneaky rat, Rider, do to earn their trust so completely?
"..."
Berserker did not respond to the King's words; he was too busy comforting the fussing Sakura.
Clearly, his move of throwing the Dragon Ball to Rider had caused the girl dissatisfaction, and she was sobbing in grievance.
"Doesn't that prove I am even more superior to you?"
"Only those who receive recognition can convince others."
"And you cannot achieve that, Gilgamesh!"
Waving a single hand, showing not the slightest fear, Lelouch faced the other party directly.
"Mongrel! You have no qualification to speak this King's name!"
Erupting in violent rage, Archer raised the Sword of Rupture in his hand while hovering at low altitude.
Tap...
"It seems I made it in time."
But that soft footstep from below attracted everyone's attention.
"Tokiomi!"
Kariya Matou looked at the figure in astonishment, unable to understand why the man would appear at such a time.
"Tokiomi, surely you don't intend to foolishly stop this King?"
Gilgamesh naturally spotted Tokiomi Tohsaka as well, but to him—who had always belittled and never looked him in the eye—Tokiomi Tohsaka as a Master was negligible.
"No, I arrived here merely to celebrate My King's victory..."
Maintaining his elegant posture, he spoke without losing his politeness.
"Hmph. With matters as they are, have you finally learned hierarchy in the face of death?"
Failing to detect the double meaning in those words, Gilgamesh scoffed disdainfully.
"Yes. Before, I was blinded by hypocritical things and failed to recognize the King who truly should be served."
"But now is different..."
"I shall swear my allegiance!"
That righteous wording truly confused both Gilgamesh and Kariya Matou.
"For My King's victory..."
"So..."
"Kill yourself! Archer!"
A vocabularly capable of causing cardiopulmonary arrest was issued, causing Kariya Matou's jaw to drop.
"Do you know what you are saying? Mongrel..."
His face darkening, feeling the constraint of the Command Spell, Gilgamesh's tone was filled with obvious restlessness.
"Don't misunderstand, Gilgamesh."
"The King I serve... has always been only one person."
"That is the King of Britannia! His Majesty Lelouch!"
The second Command Spell remaining on the back of his hand was flared to life; Tokiomi Tohsaka was absolutely firm.
"Kill yourself! Archer!"
"You...!!"
Disregarding the stunning gazes of others, Gilgamesh's first instinct was to forcibly resist the order imposed by the Command Spell.
Possessing extremely high Magic Resistance, Gilgamesh could exempt himself from the forced constraint of a Command Spell to a certain extent.
Mere one or two Command Spells could not bind him.
At this time, Gilgamesh also understood where Rider's confidence came from.
Those eyes flashing with red light were obviously being controlled.
"You focus too much on the King's brilliance, but ignore the subject's plight."
"You don't even know when you are betrayed..."
"You are just blindly intoxicated in your own past glory..."
"You regard even enemies as garbage not worth looking at."
Slow, deliberate words sounded from below; Lelouch dissected Gilgamesh's psychology.
"You possess the ability to see through an enemy's identity, but you disdain to use it on anyone other than Berserker."
"As long as you paid even a little attention, no one in this war except Berserker could stop you."
"No, perhaps even Berserker would struggle because of his Master."
"To be able to turn such a smooth situation into this..."
"Gilgamesh..."
"It is your arrogance!!"
Every sentence struck heavily against Gilgamesh's heart.
Indeed, as long as he paid slightly more attention, the abnormality of Tokiomi and the Kotomine father and son could have been detected immediately.
Even Rider's hidden Noble Phantasm could have been discovered instantly.
But just because of his self-important attitude and personality, he simply didn't look straight at any Heroic Spirits other than Berserker.
He was too lazy to even contact his own Master, thus giving Lelouch such an opportunity.
'Archer, you will die of your arrogance sooner or later!'
Saber's words from not long ago lingered in his mind, fueling Gilgamesh's struggle and violent rage.
"Don't think you mongrels have won like this!!"
"Mere two... Command Spells!"
"Simply cannot kill me!"
Resisting the constraint, Gilgamesh shouted disdainfully.
But next, he saw an extremely outrageous sight.
"I order with a Command Spell..."
"Kill yourself! Archer!"
"I order with a Command Spell..."
"Kill yourself! Archer!"
"I order with a Command Spell..."
"Kill yourself! Archer!"
...
"If two Command Spells can't kill you..."
"Then use another twelve..."
Accompanied by Lelouch's words, Tokiomi Tohsaka rolled up his sleeve, revealing the exaggerated red patterns covering his arm.
"That is..."
Kariya Matou widened his eyes in disbelief; the patterns on that arm were undoubtedly all Command Spells!
But such a massive amount of Command Spells—how did the other party get them?
Slightly pacifying Sakura Matou, Berserker understood perfectly. He had seen the past where Rider contacted Risei Kotomine, thus he understood exactly what the other party's strategy was. This was why he believed Rider could kill Archer.
As the Church's Supervisor, Risei Kotomine stored Command Spells left over from past Holy Grail Wars.
Previously, when Lelouch dominated Tokiomi, he had simply let Risei Kotomine prepare the Command Spell transfer.
Hero King?
Lelouch wouldn't underestimate him. Relying on Tokiomi's own two Command Spells indeed might not force this Oldest King to death.
Then simply stacking the quantity would suffice!
2 + 12...
A full 14 Command Spells of forced constraint—no Servant could break free.
It could be said that such a picture was something no one else had expected.
"I order with a Command Spell..."
"Kill yourself! Archer!"
"Damn it! Damn it!! Damn it!!! You mere mongrels!!"
EA was already raised, but it was already turning to stab towards his own heart.
Anger spread in his heart, but Gilgamesh had no way to stop it.
This was indeed the biggest crisis Gilgamesh had ever encountered.
Two Command Spells were manageable; Gilgamesh still had a chance to resist. But the follow-up stacking of a full twelve Command Spells truly crushed his struggle to death.
He glared at the culprit below; the other party's slender physique reflected in his eyes.
Moving his arm, posing that iconic stance, Lelouch delivered the final line.
"I order in the name of Lelouch vi Britannia..."
"Kill yourself!"
"Gilgamesh!!"