Drako

Gilgamesh looked at Drako, who had dared to interrupt the king's actions.

"Huh? A commoner dares to interrupt me despite knowing my great status?"

Gilgamesh's gaze was only condescending as he looked at Drako. However, his face revealed shock for an instant when he saw through him with his Clairvoyance.

Gilgamesh Clairvoyance manifested in his Noble Phantasm Sha Naqba Imuru (He who Saw the Deep): The omniscient Omnipotent Star, allows him to discern heavily concealed truths with a single glance, from that of the opponent's True Name and Noble Phantasm to possibly even seeing through a piece of the demise of human history. Even though, for some reason, he maintains his Noble Phantasm limited.

"I was wrong; you are not a mere commoner."

To hear the King of Heroes tell someone that, when he had only considered Enkidu as someone other than a commoner, said a lot about what he had seen in Drako.

"Besides, that sword... how did you get it? Well, it doesn't matter. That's one of the few treasures I don't have. Hand it over."

For a moment, Gilgamesh's curiosity took hold before his personality woke him up.

"I don't wanna."

Drako's response was clear and concise. His smile said it all, he didn't even think much of Gilgamesh.

"Do you dare to defy the orders of this king? Then you must simply die."

"Step aside, Mordred."

Gilgamesh's weapons changed direction once again. His new target was none other than Drako.

At Archer's command, the group of Noble Phantasm floating in the air were set free, charging at the dragon.

A loud roar shook the night air, and a flash of light exploded across the sky.

Who would believe that such destruction could be achieved by throwing swords and other similar weapons? Countless Noble Phantasms rained down on the warehouse district's street that already looked as if it had been bombed.

Still, Gilgamesh's relentless attack did not stop. The Noble Phantasms fell like thunder, fired at the place where Drako was standing, with enough force to disperse anything, and continued to pound and pound and pound. The attack was continuous, even growing in violence. That's because the target, Drako, just wouldn't fall.

Everyone was in shock. Even in a critical situation with a large number of enemies around, everyone shared the same thoughts. Even Mordred could only look in amazement at her Master.

With one hand on his sword, Drako defended himself from the attacks of the Noble Phantasm that were directed at his head, and he just ignored the rest. With such attack power, the weapons should be able to penetrate the armor that Drako wore.

However... Gilgamesh was unable to pierce Drako's armor.

Both the offensive and the defensive were on a par.

Watching these two fight, Saber shuddered. If she was going to advance in the Holy Grail War, she would have to cross arms with these two. But in the face of beasts beyond reason, how should she prepare to stand firm then?

"The golden one seems proud of the number of his Noble Phantasm, but the guy in the armor has the worst affinity with him."

Artoria and Mordred looked at Iskandar in confusion. Even Mordred, who knew her Master's abilities best, did not know what he was thinking here.

"I had heard of a very special skin, but did not expect to see it in a Master's and applied in this way."

As Iskandar calmly commented, Drako did not step back from Gilgamesh's fierce attack. Instead, he was slowly moving forward.

"What do you mean, Rider?"

Artoria couldn't help but ask. Whatever information she obtained was important for future battles.

"In Ancient Greece, there was a divine beast similar to the Ugallu in Babylon. These beasts can "reject" human civilization, acting as a singularity that rejects human civilization itself. This ability remains in their skin, which has been used to create that armor."

A divine beast of Ancient Greece with such characteristics, Mordred was not slow to find out who it was.

"Nemean Lion..."

That's right.

Before Drako marched to Nasuverse, he received a god's visit (mentioned in chapter 226).

This was Aphrodite, who had responded to Drako's proposal, which we will discuss in a later chapter.

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(Flashback)

Once Aphrodite left Drako's house, he looked carefully at the skin of the Nemean Lion, not feeling sure what he should do with it.

"Should I hang it on the wall as a trophy or something?"

Drako really couldn't think of any other way to put this skin to use.

[Object detected with possibility of becoming a Noble Phantasm]

Sage's voice surprised Drako as he was thinking about what to do.

"What do you mean?"

[In my internal memory there is data from a Noble Phantasm related to the object you hold in your hands. You can turn it into a Noble Phantasm by spending a Fate Point].

"Really? Can I find out what the Noble Phantasm is before?"

Damn, this was much better than Drako had expected.

[Yes, showing Noble Phantasm data]

[Pelt of the Divine Beast

Type: ?

Owner: ?

Range: 1

Maximum number of targets: 1

The Pelt of the Divine Beast is the pelt of the Nemean Lion, obtained by Heracles after exterminating the beast during his First Labor. The beast's skin, through an arduous method, was worked by Heracles into the form of a long, decorated cloth with a distinct pattern.

The Nemean Lion can reject human civilization, so the pelt is invulnerable to attacks delivered by human weapons. However, it will not be ripped apart easily.]

"Wait, isn't this too broken?"

Drako couldn't help but wonder. He was going to leave at birth in just a few days and was going to confront Servants whose greatest powers resided in their Noble Phantasms, most of which were weapons created by humans.

For example, the Gate of Babylon was very powerful, but it was filled with weapons that are part of human civilization. That is to say, only Ea and Enkidu were capable of doing anything to it in case of confronting Gilgamesh.

However, this was not big enough to cover his whole body.

"Can you transform this into armor?"

[It can. However, the extent of this depends on your magical power. Also, it will cost an extra Fate Point].

"Perfect, redeem them right now."

[Using two Fate Points]

[You have obtained the Noble Phantasm: Pelt of the Divine Beast, now called Armor of the Divine Beast.]

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The violent crackling sound stopped when the last of the sixteen Noble Phantasm fell.

In the void of silence, there was only Drako in the midst of the descending dust. The surroundings, including warehouses and lamp posts, were completely ruined. The dragon was looking directly over him, where Archer was standing on the only remaining lamp post. All the Noble Phantasms of Gilgamesh had been left by the wayside, not a single blade had reached the black armor.

"Since you know what race I belong to, you should also know that you don't deserve to stand on top of me. Know your place, Gilgamesh."

"Damn tone... Are you trying to put me on the same ground as you? Me, who should be on top?"

For the third time, the space around him twisted to materialize horde of weapons...

The next count of Noble Phantasm burners reached thirty-two. This time, even Rider was silent. Drako had withstood a continuous attack of sixteen Noble Phantasms, but there was no way he could withstand twice that number. That was the same for all the other Servants. No one could estimate any longer the limits of the Golden Archer's latent power.

Drako only snorted at the words of Gilgamesh.

"You are only the strongest of mortals. Even I do not consider myself the strongest, and you see that my powers are not weaker to yours, even when I am trapped in this weak body."

Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow, and seemed to think of several things for a moment. Finally, he moved his hand and the thirty-two weapons disappeared as easily as they appeared.

He made a move that surprised everyone, jumping off the lamp post to stand in front of Drako.

"You have caught my attention, but I still do not consider you my equal. Tell me your name."

A smile blossomed on the dragon's face.

"Drako."