Aftermath

"Caster." Shaltea mumbled deep in his arms as they landed inside the limousine, which immediately drove away upon their arrival. "What happened?"

"You are an absolute idiot."

"What?!" Shaltea jolted from his lap, staring at him accusingly. "Who was it that tossed their Master in the air multiple times?!"

Gilgamesh returned her look with his deadpanned one. "You are a magus."

"So? I'm still a lady raised in grace!" Shaltea exclaimed, climbing out of his lap and situating herself across from him with a single flop. "How could you just-- toss me aside like that?!"

"You are getting in my way! How was I supposed to do it otherwise?"

Gilgamesh sighed as she crossed her arms and turned her head away from him, huffing. Was she always like this before? Recalling his past days back in his kingdom, he searched his memories for a particular time in his youth. 'She' used to be so blunt, steadfast, and resolute. However, her stubbornness seemed to have taken its peak at this time. He could only imagine how worse it'll get the more the war takes its place.

"No matter, this matter will be taken care off once we arrive at the estate. I will not end it here, Caster."

"Think like that as much as you would like," Gilgamesh replied in exasperation. "Regardless, you cannot deny that I saved you from that situation."

"Despicable."

"Insolent woman."

The two stared down at each other in silence.

"... What do you think about our first opponents?"

Gilgamesh clicked his tongue at the mention of those two. Even just recalling their impertinent faces was already irritating him down to his bones. Reclining back, he eased away his urge to create a snarky comment and replied.

"They are both presumptuous bastards with an inflated conviction upon an unrealistic victory." Shaltea's expression further dropped as he continued, smirking carelessly. "I believe the matters we have left behind had even missed their common senses."

"Caster..."

"Well, I suppose they could hold themselves high in a fight befitting our levels. That Master which calls itself Reynold is someone to be cautious about. However, as I already stated before, our victory is still guaranteed, so no need to be concerned about those trivial matters."

Shaltea hesitantly nodded and crossed her legs. Theseus was a powerful servant efficient in combat due to his strength and agility. His Noble Phantasm was capable of instant eradication. Reynold, on the other hand, is a mysterious individual that is still beyond her knowledge. Gilgamesh remained quiet about his true nature. However, she didn't say anything against it. The most concerning matter at hand, ironically, was the unchanging future that came from his other Noble Phantasm, Sha Naqba Imuru. 

According to it, they will almost win, but at the cost of the world being bathed in blood.

Shaking her head from the horrible thoughts that entered her mind, she looked beyond the tinted windows and sighed. Her limbs were still a bit numb due to the fight. It was beyond her expectation to wield her powers unaligned with her true affinity. She would have to regain her strength and utilize her powerful abilities more. Her mana dwindled quickly from the early fight-- what more when major battles come alight in the future?

"Alright." Shaltea replied after some time, touching the center of her chest in place of being unable to ease the throbbing pain that was searing its way behind her back. "I have to regain my mana, so don't bother me for a while, understood?"

Gilgamesh could only look at her silently, narrowing his eyes at her strange and subtle gesture. 

**** 

Archer layed low on top of the rooftops and fixed his eyes on the aftermath of the battle. He stayed for a bit longer, trying to extrapolate any information he could. Everything seemed to be fine but in reality he can sense a large amount of mana used around the area. There definitely was a battle here, yet no deaths. It's strange. 

Everything needs to be perfect, Archer's noble phantasm was weak but at the right time it could kill without them even knowing what hit them. Leon continued to walk back and forth inside his most lavish bedroom that the Hotel has to offer. Expensive, yes but being on the highest floor gave him a killer view of the battle plan, visualizing  what would happen next. The images in his mind played like a movie in which he starred in, moving his hands like a conductor. Then he sensed his servant appearing behind him.

"Master, there doesn't seem to be any casualties." 

"Hmm, archer listen to me," he closed in on his servant. "I have come up with the perfect plan."

He bowed and gestured to his servant to sit, treating him normally for the first time.

'I think He's drunk,' Chiron said to himself, surprisingly amused. 'Perhaps there is more to this man than I have ever thought.'

"You need to follow one of the servant's, don't do anything rash and tell me what their master looks like."

Archer nodded and continued to listen.

"I'll handle their master and use them as bait, then that's where you come in." Leon points at Archers chest and smiles genuinely, "separate the servant while I do my job." his smile turned into a wide grin, "We do it swiftly like the shadows." 

Chiron thought long and hard. Then replied, "The plan seems perfect, but there are some flaws if it goes wrong."

"Atatatat." The prince shushed his archer, "That's why there's plan B.  If another battle will occur, Let the Servants duke it out and find the perfect time and use your noble phantasm on whoever took the most damage. Or simply just aim for the master if they are present." 

 He then takes a seat, tired from all the talking. "Run and don't be seen, you're no use to me dead."

'Oh he did care,' thought archer, his ways may seem unpleasant but he had no other choice but to follow his master's orders. "Understood, I shall take my leave."

"Oh and don't forget to come back again later, I'll come up with more and after that I need to take my mind off things, maybe pay a visit to the servant you caught your eye on."

Chiron nodded and proceeded to leave Leon's bedroom.