At first, Waver didn't know what kind of mindset had brought him to this city in the Far East to participate in such a Holy Grail War. Perhaps it was to prove himself, or perhaps it was out of a fit of pique. In any case, after experiencing the battle at the port, Waver's attitude towards the Holy Grail War had become much more serious and earnest.
Therefore, he had also found a lot of information to gain a deeper understanding of the Holy Grail War. He had also, by using the process of elimination, roughly locked down who the Master of that golden, glittering one was. Now that the King of Conquerors had directly said the name "Tohsaka," and the Einzberns, who were also one of the three founding families, had not refuted it, it meant their guess was correct. After all, if the Matou family had summoned this glittering one, the fire probably wouldn't have happened, right?
As for holding a banquet, on one hand, the King of Conquerors truly wanted to have a good interaction with the heroes of different eras. On the other hand, it was also to display his own kingly majesty. If he could make the enemy submit without a fight, that would naturally be the best. Even if he couldn't, he had to use this opportunity to inquire about the abilities and hidden cards of the other Heroic Spirits. After all, he was not a reckless brute. Speaking of which, if they were really going to have a banquet, they would need wine.
The King of Conquerors, Iskandar, directly patted his little Master's back. "Hey, my little Master, how much money do you have left? Let's go buy some more wine."
Waver looked at the red-haired giant he had summoned, covered his face, and made a helpless expression. Just after the battle at the port had ended, this guy had directly broken into someone's bookstore, torn open the metal gate, took out his own biography, and didn't leave a single penny, just like a robber. Why wasn't he going to rob for wine this time?
As if seeing his Master's question, the red-haired man scratched his head in embarrassment. "Well, that was because I hadn't fully understood the rules of today, so I accidentally made a fool of myself. Thinking back now, I still want to use your money, my little Master, to compensate that shop owner."
Waver's mouth twitched. Why was it that no matter what, it was always his money being used? As a student, he didn't have much money, okay? If he were truly rich and powerful, he wouldn't be so unknown at the Clock Tower, and in the future, he wouldn't have owed so much money to the El-Melloi faction. Of course, the so-called debt was more of a compensation. Who told him that in the original storyline, the theft of the catalyst was a direct cause of Kenneth's death?
Waver looked at his increasingly thin wallet. Finally, he took a deep breath and took out all the change inside. As a poor student, he had already done his best. You must know, a portion of the money in here was borrowed. From today onwards, he would really have to work to pay back the money. Of course, the premise of paying back the money was that he had to survive this Holy Grail War.
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On the other side, Kiritsugu, upon learning that the King of Conquerors was preparing to openly go to the enemy's house for a banquet first, and then have an open and honorable decisive battle—of course, it was said to be open and honorable, but wasn't it still a group beatdown?—at this moment, this Magus Killer couldn't help but feel that the hearts of all kings were dirty.
But this was also good news. It meant that their alliance was now complete. As for Berserker and Assassin, the former was nowhere to be seen, while the latter seemed prepared to attack everyone. But with so many Heroic Spirits gathered, their combat power should be sufficient.
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As night fell, thunder roared in the sky. The wheels of the chariot continuously crushed the thunder as it rapidly approached a mansion. This mansion was, naturally, the Tohsaka residence. Gilgamesh stood at the window, looking at the night view and the lightning that tore through the night. A smile appeared on his face. This smile was one of confidence and also arrogance.
From the first day he had displayed such combat power, Gilgamesh had roughly guessed that before the Holy Grail War entered its later stages, he would be subjected to surprise attacks and assaults from others. As expected, after a relatively calm second day, on the night of this third day, someone had come to challenge him. And it seemed it was more than just one person.
Lightning continuously roared in the sky above. On the street below, Balin, with twin swords at his waist, was rapidly approaching this house. On the other side, the Servant Aslan was following Irisviel, also on his way here. Artoria followed closely behind. Akuta Hinako had changed into her combat attire. Merlin had a smile on his face, humming a little tune. This time, they were finally going to face an external enemy together.
The King of Conquerors' lightning chariot circled in the air once, then landed directly in the garden of the large mansion. Although he had already controlled his power, it still destroyed all the magical traps arranged in the entire garden.
The King of Conquerors looked up at the rather luxurious mansion before him and said loudly, "Golden, glittering fellow! I've come to drink with you! Consider it a farewell party. After all, after this banquet is over, at least one Heroic Spirit will have to make their exit."
He basically ignored Tokiomi, who had jumped in fright in the basement. At this moment, Tokiomi was still thinking about how to realize their magus's long-cherished wish under such circumstances. He had to find a way to get out of here. If Gilgamesh knew of Tokiomi's thoughts, he would probably have directly knocked out this middle-aged magus and, while ensuring his own mana supply, faced the battle with all his might. Of course, he would still be annoyed. If Gilgamesh knew what this guy was thinking, no matter what, after today's battle, he would be changing his contractor.
And so, upon discovering that Gilgamesh had already voluntarily appeared on the roof of his own house, this middle-aged magus directly dropped the black tea in his hand onto the ground. Even if he knew the King of Heroes was strong, but... he couldn't possibly fight so many people alone, right? This was a trend that was directly leading to his exit from this Holy Grail War!
Tokiomi had, of course, also properly investigated the data of the other contestants and understood that none of the contestants this time were simple. He really had no hope of Gilgamesh winning. Tokiomi grabbed the magical communicator he had made, which looked like a vinyl record player's speaker. He prepared to use this speaker to notify his dear student.
"Kirei! Come save your teacher quickly!!"
Ahem, that's not right.
"Kirei, send all of Hassan's clones over as soon as possible. Whether we can turn the tables depends on you."
If he could take advantage of these Servants focusing all their attention on his King of Heroes and have the Hassans carry out an assassination, there was still hope of turning this game around. Of course, if the cooperation between these Heroic Spirits was not so tight, and no one was willing to sacrifice, then at that time, the alliance of these Heroic Spirits would collapse just like the Coalition of 18 Warlords back then.