Buying the bank outright???
Sanjiro stood there, stunned, more shocked than he was during the Holy Grail War.
You've got to be fucking kidding me—
The richest landlord of ancient times!
Damn, he's really loaded!
"What's the matter? It's just buying a private bank. Is that really so shocking?" the other party asked curiously.
His expression was calm and relaxed, as if he was just asking how many buns someone bought for lunch.
[Golden Rule]
This skill allows Gilgamesh to be perpetually surrounded by unimaginable wealth, never troubled by money.
He can afford to buy anything he wants without issue.
In fact, the combination of Gate of Babylon and Golden Rule makes him one of the richest beings in the world.
"You win!"
Sanjiro pointed at him with a trembling hand, completely overwhelmed by this absurd wealth.
Damn it, he had seen rich people before, but never someone who threw money around like it was trash.
Just to buy a hotel, the guy bought the entire bank behind it!
"If you want it, just beg me! Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll grant it to you~" Gilgamesh laughed gleefully.
Spending a little money just to mess with a friend—what a profitable move!
"Don't even think about it!"
Sanjiro eyed him warily. "Let's get this straight: you are absolutely not allowed to interfere with raising the brat. If you do, we're through!"
That was his bottom line.
Raising the brat was a critical task—he had to slowly guide her, make her fall in love with human life.
That way, if her seal ever broke in the future, she might still show mercy.
"Oh? We were ever friends?"
Gilgamesh tilted his head in confusion.
"…"
Sanjiro was speechless.
This guy was just calling him "dear friend" a moment ago, and now he's pretending they don't know each other.
"If you don't want me involved, fine—but shouldn't we settle the matter of that entrance fee?" Gilgamesh grinned. "I won't charge much. A friendly price: 5 million."
"You damn scammer!"
Sanjiro was about to lose it.
He's the richest guy in the world, yet still haggles over pennies?
Even stingier than most girls!
"What? Don't want to pay?"
Gilgamesh suddenly pulled out his "phone" and placed it in front of him.
Though it looked like a smartphone, it was actually covered in magical energy, turning it into a powerful Noble Phantasm.
The screen replayed Sanjiro's previous outburst—his spiritual aura made manifest—
The presence of a true Heroic Spirit.
A scene of carnage and blood-soaked battlefields. Title after glorious title, clearly marking him as Nameless.
Gilgamesh switched off the screen and shook the phone lightly. "Tell me—what would happen if I leaked this video to the world?"
"…You win!"
Sanjiro finally gave in.
What a "great friend"… one day he'd throw this bastard into the Spring of Drowned Girl!(Its a genderbending spring btw.)
As the two "good brothers" bonded in their unique way, Kirina watched them back and forth with a strange look.
So much bromance!
Damn it! I was the one who got here first! Whether it's sleeping next to Sanjiro or being pampered by him—why does this guy get to butt in?
Even a dude wants to steal Sanjiro away now?
Outrageous!
She was beginning to suspect—maybe this supposedly normal otaku was actually a seductive fox in his past life.
Still… the entrance ticket Gilgamesh gave for the Heroic Spirit welcome banquet was—
Too good to pass up!
Turns out, money really can do anything.
Kirina didn't hesitate to dig into her private stash, forking over ten thousand to buy her way into the banquet.
It hurt—bad.
She had saved that money bit by bit in secret, and now it was gone in a flash.
"Well then, I'll take my leave," Gilgamesh waved to the two of them.
He still needed to cross half the globe to return to Uruk, then board an official plane to arrive in style.
"Okay, take care Mr. Gold~ Come play again sometime~" Kirina waved after him.
But the moment he left, she felt a chill—Sanjiro's cold eyes were staring her down.
Kirina shrank back.
"Can we skip the butt spanking?"
"Of course not." Sanjiro smiled sweetly and tugged her ear. "But I'll be generous and let you pick which stick you'd prefer."
You brat—bringing that con artist Gilgamesh into my home and racking up a 105 million debt.
Selling you wouldn't even cover the interest!
Such a money burner!
"Pervert! You're making me pick between sticks that can grow or shrink!"
Kirina pointed at him in mock horror.
One sentence—and everyone nearby turned to stare.
That sounded a little…
Someone already started walking over, ready to play the role of a justice warrior.
Sanjiro quickly smiled apologetically,
"Sorry, my sister's just being naughty. I'll take her home and discipline her properly."
Honestly, he called her his "daughter," but with their close age difference, saying they were father and daughter would definitely get the cops called.
Back home—
Kirina immediately ran behind Illya. "Save me! He wants to beat me!"
"Alright, alright. No need for violence if you can talk it out," Illya stepped in front to shield her.
The scene was… a bit weird.
Kirina was half a head taller, but still hiding behind her like a brat under mama's skirt.
"You shouldn't be spoiling her like that…" Sanjiro sighed, rubbing his temples.
First Gilgamesh drops by, buys a whole bank and a five-star hotel just to attend a play, and gives the brat an invitation to participate.
Now Illya's protecting her too?
They weren't even married yet, and she already had the stepmother energy—
Cough, don't overthink, don't overthink.
"Since Kirina's attending the welcome party too, come with me. I'll prepare a dress for you," Illya said gently, fixing her messy outfit.
"Eh? Really? Thanks! I love you so much!" Kirina beamed with joy.
Today was going great!
First, she met an ultra-rich tycoon and scored big.
Then she bought a front-row ticket to meet Heroic Spirits.
Now Illya was offering a dress and taking her to a super fancy banquet!
Clearly, I really am the chosen one!
Sanjiro looked at her smug face, utterly helpless.
How did she get dumber while being raised?
Forget it—he had bigger problems to worry about.
Like meeting Artoria tomorrow…
By noon the next day—
Three hours remained until the special flight arrived.
Armed soldiers stood guard at the airport, maintaining strict order.
The place was packed—dense crowds like black waves of heads stretching as far as the eye could see.
Even busier than a holiday tourist rush!
People were waiting anxiously—
King Artoria of Britain, a heroic spirit standing at the pinnacle of mankind.
She had fans all over the world.
Sanjiro stared at the frenzied crowd, thoughts racing.
That perfectionist girl… had she really grown this powerful?
He still remembered—
She once sulked and insisted on cooking by herself, nearly burning the kitchen down.
A girl who should've enjoyed a peaceful life… but whose delicate hands only ever wielded sacred swords and lances.
She could no longer enjoy the gentle life an ordinary girl deserved.
In the blink of an eye, years had passed…
RUMBLE—
A massive passenger jet roared as it descended from the skies.
The crowd erupted in cheers, a sea of excitement.
When the plane came to a stop and a figure stepped out wearing a golden crown—
BOOM—
The whole airport exploded with screams:
"Artoria!"
"Artoria!"
"Artoria!"
In the Age of Heroes, Heroic Spirits were the greatest idols, far surpassing any celebrity.
And Artoria stood at the very top of that pyramid—with an impossibly massive fanbase.
Clad in a blue cloak, she wore a golden crown and waved gracefully at the crowd.
Then, she spoke fluent Japanese:
"Thank you all for coming to greet me."
The crowd went wild again.
The great King Artoria herself, personally thanking her fans—
This was definitely a sincere gesture.
Behind her stood Mordred, in sharp black military garb, exuding strength and discipline.
Gawain, who was supposed to be guarding Britain, had shamelessly handed the job to Bedivere and followed along too.
The appearance of the Knights of the Round Table once again caused a frenzy in the crowd.
Gawain secretly chatted with the young girl beside him: "Do you think Nameless might be hiding among these people?"
"No way! That guy isn't some regular person. He doesn't need to come see Heroic Spirits."
Mordred responded with an elegant look of disdain.
When out in public, she naturally presented herself with noble grace, doing her best to shed the "brat" label those bastards had pinned on her.
Gawain looked up at the blazing sun.
Bathed in sunlight, he felt invincible—as though even his instincts had been sharpened.
The reason he shamelessly tagged along this time, of course, was to enjoy the show—
Wait no, for Britain's peace and nuclear disarmament—
A future of peace, yes!
How could the Sun Knight who symbolizes justice, kindness, and righteousness, possibly be someone who enjoys watching bloodbaths?
…
The British group would soon take a luxury car from the airport to their hotel—the Fuyuki Grand Hotel.
From a distance, Sanjiro watched and couldn't help but sigh. "That bastard Gawain came too, huh."
He knew that guy well—he was absolutely here just to see how he'd die!
Yeah, better add a few more layers to his disguise!
No way can he let these people see through him.
Bzz~
Sanjiro suddenly noticed a mysterious power within his body subtly trembling.
It was the very power awakened when he was exposed by Alaya and knighted by Artoria—
[Avalon]
From afar, King Artoria, expressionless as she walked, suddenly glanced in his direction, seemingly by chance.
In those holy cyan eyes appeared a faint trace of doubt.
Seeing this—
The relaxed smile on Sanjiro's face instantly vanished.
Next—could it be he'd be forcibly taken away by Artoria and the entire Round Table?
Would Mordred once again put on a performance of "fatherly love and filial piety"?
Which meant...
He might become the culprit behind the second collapse of the Round Table, and another nuclear-level catastrophe in Fuyuki?