[Gilgamesh has suffered enough blows to his ego by now—Flower Child being chief among them—that he simply takes the sourness in stride. So he must bow to a false Saber and kneel before a false king, so he must negotiate with silly tarts on what he's duly owed.

Holding his hand out to the side, his smile thins.]

I am indeed the mightiest, for I am indeed the first. The first of many things.

[Above that hand, a small pool appears, magical, infinite in nature. From it drops a single gold coin.]

Did you ever have a favorite fable growing up, Hermione? A legend you enjoyed, or a hero you admired? Consider me curious.