[This time, Gilgamesh concedes defeat. Heaving a sigh, he casts the same spell from before, but now tells her:]
Observe.
[The squeegee floats high into the air, directed by waves of mana. And, with that unseen hand, it begins to wipe at the spot he intended for Caren to reach. It's a means of surrender, yes, but it's also his way of showing off a little—look what I can do. Still not her Servant, never her Servant.
Yet a part of him feels the need to assert that he's indeed the true king she remembers.]
I can do the same to you, so be more mindful.
[Will he, though? Perhaps even a true king would not be so aggressive.]
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Observe.
[The squeegee floats high into the air, directed by waves of mana. And, with that unseen hand, it begins to wipe at the spot he intended for Caren to reach. It's a means of surrender, yes, but it's also his way of showing off a little—look what I can do. Still not her Servant, never her Servant.
Yet a part of him feels the need to assert that he's indeed the true king she remembers.]
I can do the same to you, so be more mindful.
[Will he, though? Perhaps even a true king would not be so aggressive.]