No more words. Gilgamesh took the map he'd once loaned to the Queen of Saints. He was without hesitation when opening it, revealing the whole of Finis Chaldea as a single image. There was Mesopotamia, Egypt, the Holy Knights' Headquarters, and the various other islands of Chaldea. Where? He hadn't taken the time to learn Albion's location, but this map looked no differently than it did when he first showed it to Jeanne. The map had not been tampered with, yet there was no place for Albion on it. Who was to blame for this? "WHERE IS IT?!" he shouted. Already, he had a list of individuals to blame. Ishtar could have scrambled her way out of Irkalla by now with ease, according to her own methods. Enki, whom he'd taken the arm of, could have thought to steal from him once more. Which one, though? Or, could there have been a different entity proving their annoyance to him? Surely Artoria had no enemies of her own remaining, given her propensity for domination by force. "Who has the details? Someone will tell me whose head is forfeit immediately!"