The King of Conquerors, hearing Gilgamesh's words, was, on the contrary, even more pleased and happy. How should he put it? Didn't this just mean that there must be even better things in this glittering one's treasury!
"Well—let's talk about the battle later. Anyway, on the first night, everyone basically exposed their own identities. So, to repeat our true names again at this time shouldn't be a problem, right?"
The King of Conquerors took a sip of wine, then placed the empty wine cup directly on the ground. The force was not small, so it made a rather crisp yet eye-catching sound. "I am the King of Conquerors—Iskandar. Of course, another name is perhaps more well-known to all. I am Alexander the Great! The king who is supported by the masses, the king who wants to conquer the ends of the sea.
For now, I want to win this Holy Grail War, and then obtain a new body to start a new conquest in this new era. In a way, I can barely be considered one of the kings who died young. Sickness stopped my steps of conquest. I am very unwilling. So, no matter what, I will not yield this Holy Grail!"
Everyone present could more or less hear that this king's way of the king, or rather, his way of the hegemon, was conquest. If you were to stop his steps of conquest, it would be unless he had already achieved satisfaction or was dead. In other words, to have him give up the Holy Grail, to give up conquest at this moment, was equivalent to asking him to die.
For a moment, the other Heroic Spirits around were silent. Then, a smile appeared on Gilgamesh's face, which then turned into a loud laugh. "Hahahaha!! Interesting, truly interesting! To think that such a king would appear in later generations. Not stopping, but constantly conquering? So such a king would also have followers!"
Gilgamesh's tone, it was unknown whether it was emotion or mockery. At least the King of Conquerors, after hearing it, just shrugged his shoulders. "I'll just take it as you praising me. I am a king who was served and followed by many who would later carve out their own kingdoms."
Gilgamesh drank the fine wine in his hand in one gulp. His red eyes were locked on the King of Conquerors. "This king is the King of Heroes, the first king, the king who broke with the gods. As for the Holy Grail? All the treasures in the world should be stored in this king's treasury. Since the Holy Grail is a treasure, this king is just here to reclaim it.
As a result, in the process of this reclamation, I ran into some mongrels who called themselves kings. But... since you are also acknowledged by many of later generations, this king will look upon you with a little more favor, King of Conquerors! At the same time, this king has also decided that your life will be ended by this king! Be grateful! This is the highest praise this king can give you!"
The King of Conquerors said nothing. Looking at his very nervous Master, he just smiled faintly, then turned his gaze to the others around him.
Balin took a sip of wine. Then, feeling the gazes on him, he couldn't help but give a wry smile. "I'm no king. Just a knight who has experienced a good adventure but met a tragic end. But I won't just let go of the Holy Grail either. That is the only means I have to save my dearest kin.
Don't talk to me about the way of the king and conquest, and don't talk to me about how a treasury should collect all the treasures of the world. Anyway, I've done a few bastardly things in my life in a muddle-headed way. I don't mind continuing to be a bastard to exchange for the well-being of my dearest kin!"
Balin drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, then placed the wine cup on the ground. A fierce, ruthless glint flashed in his lazy eyes, like a cornered, starving wolf.
Merlin looked at everyone with a wry smile on his face. While slowly drinking the fine wine, he said unhurriedly, "Alright, everyone should have already seen that I am not King Arthur. Merlin, I am the great magus, Merlin.
I've just been staying for a bit too long, so I found a way to send a split spirit out to relax and travel a bit. As for the Holy Grail, I don't care about it. Even if you give it to me, it's just a vase. Ha... haha..."
Merlin looked away. Compared to everyone else, his reason was honestly a joke—full of roast-worthy material. He could already picture the others' twitching, helpless faces.
What kind of vibe was this? Like they were all setting out to do something epic, while he was just there, slacking off and waiting for the end.
And look at the Servant Aslan. The Servant Aslan glanced at Merlin. How should he put it? With Merlin as a precedent, he shouldn't be too special, right? At the same time, he also had to thank this guy Merlin for the hint.
Aslan scratched his hair, a somewhat forced smile on his face. "Well, I've also been on the Throne for too long. Although the Throne transcends time and space, I'm a person who can't stay idle. It would be great if I could get the ability to freely travel between worlds from the Holy Grail. If not, then it doesn't matter."
The King of Conquerors raised an eyebrow, then sighed, feeling a bit emotional. In this Holy Grail War, probably only these two guys before him were the most relaxed. But come to think of it, combining the information they had gathered, these two really didn't seem to have any regrets in their lives that they had to correct. Compared to them, who valued their own way of the king, or the warriors who wanted to save their dearest kin, these two were indeed just here to travel and relax.
Thinking of it this way, people really can't be compared...
Artoria, following behind Irisviel, closed her eyes. She did not stand out at this time. Her current hiding was also for the victory of this Holy Grail War. Her way of the king was to dedicate everything for the people. After this, whether these warriors called her despicable or shameless, it didn't matter. What's more, this was a war in itself. This banquet could be said to be an open scheme conducted by the King of Conquerors. In that case, why couldn't she, Artoria, play along?
Her wish and will to make her country a better place was definitely no less than these people's. Even Merlin did not point out her identity. To some extent, this was already Merlin's signal of alliance to her. No matter what, Merlin would stand behind Artoria. This was beyond doubt.
Just at this moment, a black dagger coated with a special paint was thrown directly towards Irisviel. But it was knocked aside by Aslan, who had reacted, with the wine cup in his hand. Immediately, all the Heroic Spirits present, except for Gilgamesh, stood up.
Without a doubt, the only one who would attack in this way was an Assassin!