Chapter 289: It’s Stuck In

Chapter 289: Chapter 289: It’s Stuck In

Long Nigaht Moon’s eyes flashed.

She quickly assessed the angle and distance.

Gilgamesh was currently turned away from them, his attention completely captured by Herta; it was the perfect moment for a... sneak attack (crossed out) tactical distraction.

She lowered her head and whispered to the nervous March 7th, "Little March, ready your ice bow."

"Huh? Now? Shoot who? That Golden Flashy?"

March 7th was a bit flustered, "He looks so powerful..."

"Listen to me."

Long Night Moon’s tone carried an unquestionable reassurance, "The angle is perfect. He won’t notice."

March 7th looked at Long Night Moon’s calm gaze, gritted her teeth, and nodded.

She silently manifested her ice bow, nocked a pale pink ice arrow, and aimed at the golden back below... at a specific spot.

Long Night Moon stood by her side, suddenly reaching out an arm to gently wrap around March 7th’s shoulder, half-enclosing her in her embrace.

Her other hand covered the hand March 7th was using to hold the ice bow.

"Eh? Si-sister?" March 7th’s body stiffened slightly, her cheeks heating up.

This position... it was too close!

"Don’t move."

Long Night Moon’s voice sounded by her ear, her warm breath brushing against her earlobe, making March 7th’s ears turn even redder, "Relax, follow my lead."

Long Night Moon’s hand was very steady, guiding March 7th’s hand to slightly adjust the angle of the ice bow, no longer aiming at Gilgamesh’s heart or head or other vital points—as that might trigger his automatic defense or life-saving measures.

Her target was... a more unexpected location.

At the same time, a trace of deep red quietly seeped from Long Night Moon’s fingertips, winding around the ice arrow like a living thing.

Ensuring it could hit the target without being noticed.

"Get ready..." Long Night Moon said in a low voice.

March 7th held her breath.

"Right now."

Long Night Moon, holding March 7th’s hand, let go gently.

Swoosh—!

An ice arrow, wrapped in a deep red shimmer and almost completely blended into the night, flew off the string silently along a tricky, low trajectory!

It cleverly utilized the shadows and angles of several shipping containers, perfectly avoiding the line of sight of everyone below, like a phantom, heading straight for the target—

Gilgamesh was immersed in the pleasure of about to crush the woman who dared to flip him off with a torrent of Noble Phantasm, his mouth ready to spout a few more pieces of trash talk like "Enjoy your final struggle."

Suddenly—

He felt a sudden and extremely sharp... stinging pain in the area of his glutes, which were wrapped in noble golden armor!

"Hm?!"

Gilgamesh’s movements froze abruptly!

The taunts that had reached his lips were stuck in his throat.

The expression on his handsome face, which looked particularly sharp due to anger, froze instantly, then turned into disbelief.

(What... the...?)

He turned his head somewhat stiffly to look at the area where he felt the pain.

He saw that below his magnificent golden hip armor, at roughly... a position slightly to the left of his tailbone, there was lodged... a crystal clear, still faintly emitting cold air...

Ice arrow.

The arrow had not penetrated deep into the flesh, but the position was extremely precise, and the cold aura was seeping inside in thin wisps.

Gilgamesh: "..."

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Because of Archer’s flamboyant entrance and the magnificent unfolding of the Gate of Babylon, almost everyone’s attention on the pier was focused on him.

So his sudden freezing action naturally attracted everyone’s gaze.

Saber, Lancer, Rider, Waver, Irisviel, Herta, and even Jack, who was hiding in the shadows, all subconsciously followed Gilgamesh’s line of sight to look at his... rear.

Then, they all saw the ice arrow, which looked particularly abrupt and was in a very subtle position against the backdrop of the golden armor.

The pier fell into a deathly silence.

Only the wailing of the night wind blowing through the gaps in the shipping containers and the faint sound of distant waves hitting the embankment could be heard.

Waver’s mouth opened wide again, this time wide enough to fit an egg.

Rider blinked, then suddenly covered his mouth, his shoulders starting to shake suspiciously.

A fleeting, strange look flashed across Saber’s serious face, then she quickly averted her gaze and coughed lightly.

Lancer’s mouth twitched, and he hurriedly lowered his head, pretending to study the reflection on the tip of his spear.

Irisviel blinked her ruby-like eyes in confusion, seemingly not fully understanding what had happened.

Herta’s purple-black eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze sweeping back and forth between that ice arrow and the shadow of a container in the distance, the corners of her mouth curling up by 0.1 pixels.

Jack silently moved another half-step out of the shadows, his golden eyes full of admiration, thinking, "This archery... is something else."

Gilgamesh turned his head back extremely slowly.

In his crimson eyes, the initial look of shock and bewilderment had completely vanished, replaced by a kind of rage, shame, killing intent, and a frantic light as if his worldview had been shattered.

His handsome face turned bright red (partly from anger, partly from...), and veins were even faintly throbbing on his forehead.

He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but only a sound of "Heh heh" of indeterminate meaning came from his throat.

That ice arrow was still firmly lodged there, and in the night wind, the ice crystals at the tail of the arrow trembled gently, as if silently saying hello.

The situation was extremely awkward for a moment.

No, it was extremely awkward.

Even one of the perpetrators, March 7th, who was hiding on top of the shipping container, petrified instantly after seeing clearly the spot she had hit (under Long Night Moon’s guidance), then her entire face turned red like a ripe apple, and she covered her face abruptly, wishing she could vanish on the spot.

"I, I, I... hit... there?!"

Her voice was trembling.

Long Night Moon withdrew the hand that was holding her, a look of satisfaction flashing in her crimson eyes, but her face remained calm and ripple-free.

She patted March 7th’s shoulder gently, her tone indifferent:

"Mm, nice shot. The position is very accurate."

March 7th: "..."

(Sister! Is that the point?!)

And on the pier below, the deathly silence was finally broken.

Rider finally couldn’t hold it in and burst into earth-shattering laughter:

"Wahahahahahaha—!!! Golden Flashy! Your, your butt! Hahahaha! Who did it?! So talented! This King admires! Hahahahahaha!!!"

This laughter was like a spark igniting a powder keg.

"Shut—up—!!!"

Gilgamesh let out a roar that seemed to come from the depths of hell!

The golden ripples behind him trembled crazily, and more Noble Phantasms poked out like a swarm of enraged bees!

But his rage at this moment was no longer aimed solely at Herta, but enveloped everyone present, especially the sneak attacker who dared to make him suffer such a humiliating disgrace!

"You... you damned, lowly mongrels—!!! I will crush you all into pieces!!!"

The furious Gate of Babylon was about to pour down indiscriminately!

However, at this critical moment — Pfft.

A soft sound.

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