Gilgamesh-

Gilgamesh wasn't sure what had happened along the way. It's the time he's spent with all these softer mortals, he thinks. Making him conjure up things that he immediately scoffs at once he realises.

His master was a well-read person. And the Grail War seemed to be taking longer than usual, so in order to not bore himself to death, he requested- no, commanded the mongrel to give him books in order to upgrade his knowledge. How could he be king if he didn't know his subjects, after all?

He read philosophers; Nietzsche, Machiavelli (what interesting views), Kant, Descartes, Hume, Rousseau, Schopenhauer, Sartre... the list went on. He also tried to read other genres, but part of him scoffed at how dumb those books were.

Though a certain one had caught his attention. Pride and Prejudice, it was called. Not that he'd ever admit to it out loud. A king, wasting his time reading romance?

"Mongrel." He calls out, snapping his fingers and beckoning the mage over. "You will dance with your king. Now." The book was helping him approach his ever-growing feelings for you. They had grown like a parasite inside him, unable to make him concentrate. However, that didn't mean he would stop acting like himself.