UmiNight Angel Neko: Haha, he really is like a stray cat. xD And thank you so much for telling me about that CCC Gilgamesh play through, I watched it ❤

CherokiiTV: Thank you very much! ❤ That means a lot, I was worried about how to portray Kirei. He's always been one of the most interesting and intensive character to me, so I'm happy to be doing him justice. Thank you, again.

Hero of Justice Roxas: Thank you! And I definitely did my research on the CCC Gilgamesh like you suggested, and I'm so happy I did! That's the kind of Gilgamesh I'm aiming for, and doing my research made me feel like I understand him more. And yes, she'll for sure know what she's getting into! I actually have another fate story planned, along with a few others for different fandoms. My mind is too wild and constantly creating. I even have some things in the works right now, lol. But, I would absolutely love to hear some of your ideas! :D Thank you. ❤

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Guest: Thank you so much! That really does mean a lot, and it makes me feel so relieved and happy. And oh, yes! I think I described her appearance in the first chapter, and maybe a little in this one too. But, I'll describe her in depth again very soon. To give you a visual now, she has light brown hair and dark brown eyes (◠‿◠✿) Thank you for reading!

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I can thank you guys a million times and it wouldn't be enough

Thank you all, so so much!

I'll continue to work hard and write things that you can enjoy!

Also, thank you so much for telling me about CCC Gilgamesh. That was extremely helpful, and I'm so happy to know that Gil now! \(*^▽^*)/

Please enjoy this chapter, and thank you for reading!

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It is rather unfortunate how some things happen to the mongrels of this era. Although, the games they have come up with are rather interesting. Even though his beloved Uruk was impeccable, he can't help but to sometimes wonder what it would've been like if some of these games existed.

Gilgamesh's crimson eyes bore into the flat panel screen in front of him, watching as one of the race cars displayed spins out and crashes into a wall. That occurrence right there is what he meant by "unfortunate things," and this racing sport is what he meant by "games." As deplorable as the accidents that occur in this game may be, each and every time he lets out an amused laugh. However, his short laughs gradually lessen as he begins to grow bored.

He leans back further in his reclining and cushioned seat, staring up at the high and vaulted ceiling that is decorated with wooden beams. The sun streaming through the nearby windows causes streaks of slanted light to move across his vision, shining onto him even. His eyes shut.

Evie had retreated back upstairs in order to get dressed, or so he presumes. It was quite obvious she was uncomfortable in his presence while only dressed in a bathrobe even though he didn't mind the sight. She has been gone for quite a while now, which is more than rude.

He is a guest in her house, a royal guest, the one and only King. Gilgamesh. For him to be here, let alone in her presence is a rarity itself. Shouldn't she be showering him with the finest of rose petals? He should punish her for such disrespect. However, he cannot bring himself to. She's not a "normal" mongrel. He doesn't think she would be capable of doing such a thing as of right now anyway.

Ironically and as if she has sensed that she was on his mind, he hears light footsteps coming from the stairwell. The cat in his lap hears exactly what he does and stands, stretching before leaping from his lap. Gilgamesh turns his head, seeing Evie round the corner of the stairs.

The stained-glass window just behind her casts a vivid rainbow on her form, doing a commendable job of making her appear angelic. Evie, angelic. Perhaps she would fully look the part if it wasn't for her appearance without the colorful lighting.

Normally whenever he sees her she's dressed in the most fashionable clothes, although now she's only wearing rather baggy pants and a simple t-shirt. Additionally, her lips aren't bearing their usual glossy shine either. Once she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she comes to a stop and stares at him with tired eyes. Yes, she definitely isn't capable of showering him with petals.

"Are you hungry?" She questions, forming a fist and rubbing at her eye. The ponytail her beige hair bears swishes when she shifts her weight. "I was thinking of making something…"

"I am indeed." He answers, using his feet to manually put down the recliner. "However…"

He smoothly stands, his feet carrying his divine form over to her. She takes a single step back while bringing her hand over her chest, giving him a rather perplexed look. Unease shines in her rich orbs when he grabs a hold of her hand. He holds it palm up, using his other hand to trace his finger along it.

From this simple contact, he can sense magic circuits that weren't there before, or rather magic circuits that were dormant until just yesterday. They have been opened up and as a result they already have taken their toll. It's evident on her features.

"You're feeling under the weather still, are you not?" He inquires, looking up from her hand and gazing into her eyes. She blinks a few times, swallowing with a slight nod.

"Is it that obvious?" She smiles a bit forcefully, and he drops her hand. Oliver weaves between their legs, rubbing up against them both affectionately.

"It is." He confirms, strolling around her and heading towards the kitchen.

Evie turns around, staring after him as he opens the fridge dauntlessly like he owns the house. His crimson eyes roam over the shelves before seeming to light up. He pulls out a bag of grapes and she faces him fully.

One thing she has learned about him within the few days she has known him is that he seems fond of fruits. He ordered a banana split sundae, after all. She raises her hand in front of her, staring at it.

Perhaps it is rather obvious she still feels a bit ill. By looking in the mirror before coming down here, she definitely looks it. However, how he looked at her and grabbed onto her hand, how he traced her palm with his fingers and the way he appeared to have confirmed something, it's almost as if the great King knows just exactly what is wrong. Lowering her hand, she looks back at him.

He's now standing by the window, gazing out into the backyard placidly. The bag of grapes he once had is now sitting atop the granite counter, although he now holds a grape-filled stem between his fingers. He uses his perfectly aligned and pearly teeth to take the green fruit into his mouth. Her brows furrow.

She recalls how he warned her not to tell Kirei what she experienced—how he protected her. His otherworldly powers and how he walked her home are among the things she recalls. Then, she finds herself thinking of now. He's here in her house. She's not sure how he managed to get inside, but she's curious as to why he's really here along with other things.

"Gilgamesh," She speaks while walking into the kitchen. His vibrant eyes look her way when she sits at the counter, taking a stem of grapes for herself. "Do you really think this house is nice?"

"This house does lack some ideal qualities." He answers idly. "However, it is nicer than that dusty church by far. It will suffice for me."

"Suffice for you?" She repeats with widened eyes. "Wait, does that mean you're staying here?"

"For the time being, yes." He smirks, moving to lean against the counter across from her. His eyes pierce hers. "Now, what is it that you really want to ask me? Speak whatever is on your mind without any qualms."

Her lips part at how easily he read her. It truly is almost as if she's an open book. Slowly, her eyes roam away from his and stare at his chest with an unfocused gaze. The breeze outside causes the rose bush planted just outside the window to brush against the house, creating a discordant sound.

Gilgamesh detects her hesitation with ease, catching how she shivers the tiniest bit. Ever since yesterday, she has been acting quite different around him. Cautious and scared. If he's being honest, he finds it quite irksome.

"Are you still frightened of me, Evie?" He asks, and she shakes her head with a small smile that makes his eyes widen a notch.

Although her rich brown orbs are tired, they hold a sparkle. That smile she wears makes her features soften pleasantly like warming chocolate. He watches as she pulls a grape off of the stem she holds and brings it to her mouth. She only answers him after she swallows.

"No, I'm not." She rests her chin in her palm. "I find what you're capable of scary, but after you protected and watched over me yesterday, I don't have a reason to be scared of you. But," Her smile grows sheepish and her head tilts. "It took me until just now to realize that. I was just wondering why you're here, and how you even got in here, and what exactly happened yesterday."

The moment his eyes widen the slightest bit, Oliver hops onto the countertop gracefully. The feline meows and Evie frowns slightly, setting her stem of grapes aside. Gilgamesh watches as she moves over and takes the fluffy cat into her hands, muttering how he's not supposed to be on the counter.

Instead of setting Oliver down on the floor, she holds him to her chest, smiling at him like he's her precious child. She takes a seat in the stool closest to her, running her fingers through Oliver's fur.

"Yesterday," Gilgamesh's crimson orbs move away from her and towards the window. "You came in contact with a bounded field. Because of that contact, your latent magical circuits were roused which is why you feel unwell. Your body isn't used to it."

Evie stares at Gilgamesh, the sunlight streaming into the room hitting him in all the right spots. Shadows form on his features along with the most perfect highlights. His vivid eyes seem to glow, and even though he's not looking her way, she nods slowly.

She doesn't know what a "bounded field" is, nor does she know what "magical circuits" are. This is the first time she's hearing such terms. Despite that, she believes him instantly and effortlessly. He's a wise King who knows much more than she does. Although it's more than tempting for her to ask what those things are right here and now, she keeps quiet and lets him continue in answering her questions.

"As for how I got in here, it was rather quite simple." He smirks proudly, eating another grape. "I am the one and only true King, as if something as little as locked doors could keep me out. All I need do is enter spirit form. In that form, I can break the boundary of physics with ease."

After that, he looks her way once more. His smirk fades at her expression. Her eyes are somewhat wide, and her head is tilted to the side like that of a confused puppy. Oliver has returned to the floor at some point, and her hands now rest limply in her lap. She has not the slightest clue what he's talking about, and it makes him feel as if he's simply telling a fairytale. How irritating.

The muscle in his right eye twitches and he faces her fully. His actions make her straighten her posture, and she grows somewhat tense when he moves to sit across from her. After he swallows another grape, he gazes at her seriously.

"Listen closely to what I'm about to tell you, Evie. It's evident you don't understand any of these terms, or what exactly happened, so I am now going to make it so you do understand." He notifies. "What you're about to learn must not be spoken to anyone by any means. This knowledge will undoubtedly get you killed if the word gets out. Do you understand?"

The way he's looking at her so severely and his spoken words make her eyes widen. It reminds her of just yesterday in that ominous church. What she saw all those years ago, and even what she just witnessed yesterday, those things can apparently get her killed.

However, Gilgamesh is going to explain in depth what those things actually are. It's overwhelming, honestly. It's hard to believe. She's been so curious about that black hole for the longest, even more so since Gilgamesh revealed that's when he gained his "physical body." Yes, she really wants to know, and yet…

"Is it really okay?" She questions softly, fiddling with her fingers. "It's almost like I'm about to step into a world I have no business in. Would it be better if I didn't know? And if knowing these things could get me killed, then..." She swallows thickly. "I don't know if I should know."

"What you currently know already can get you killed despite not knowing the details." He states evenly with a smirk. "So, why not know more about it? You won't be digging your grave any deeper. It's already too deep for you to climb out of regardless."

"I-I see," She stutters, icy cold sweat trickling down the side of her face.

Gilgamesh laughs in amusement at her horrified expression, setting his stem of grapes atop the sleek countertop. His eyes that have shut during his laughter slowly open, his lips curving upwards into an appeasing smile that makes her heart stammer.

"How deep your grave is doesn't matter, I will pull you out of it." He murmurs, crimson orbs glinting with something fervent. "May it be the Gods or the mongrels who crawl upon this earth, you shall fear no one. I will be the safeguard of your very existence. This is my decision."

After that declaration, a warmth has definitely gathered in Evie's cheeks. Even she can see the fiery red glow they are giving off. That was an extremely upholding thing for him to say, and it makes her feel so much at ease. She's grateful. This decision of his, is it why he's chosen to stay here? What even led him to this? Whatever the reason, he has consoled her again.

"What's wrong? Have you caught a fever?" Gilgamesh's voice brings her out of her thoughts, and she shakes her head with a smile.

"No. I'm just touched, is all. You're consoling me again. Also," She grins widely, her next words earning her the most intense glare. She giggles lightly. "It was almost like you were reciting a sentimental poem."

"For your sake, I will overlook those words. I've never been interested in such frivolous things." He growls out, his eyelid twitching in his irritated state. "Do not make me regret my decision. Nevertheless, back to our original topic."

The remainder of Evie's smile fades away entirely. A stray cloud moves over the sun and casts a shadow onto the world, and as a result the once bright room grows dark. Her earthy orbs widen when his pupils grow slim.

"Evie, have you heard of the Holy Grail War?"

Her eyelashes flutter as she blinks in surprise, taken aback. She draws in a sudden breath, that question repeating itself in her head. Just like that, it's like arctic air has filled the room. It's another new term, but this one oddly shakes her to the core.

"Holy… Grail War?"