"Don't go over there. As a knight, it's not good for you to interrupt their battle." Erza and Lancelot, who had just arrived, were already too late for the beginning of the first battle. Saber and Lancer had already begun their fierce fight. Those two perverts were now on the hillside, observing invisibly, enjoying the battle between the two. The knight girl beside her was already a bit restless, wanting to visit her King, but Erza held her back. If you go out like that, won't there be no good show to watch!
"Hmm! It was my recklessness." The girl, unaware of her Master's sinister intentions, sincerely apologized to her Master. In her excitement, she had indeed forgotten that a knight must not interrupt another's duel. If she violated this, her King would definitely dislike her.
"Just watch quietly!" Erza accepted the girl's apology, so the two watched from a hidden spot. As Erza watched the fight, she also searched for the green-hatted Master and the righteous hero, those two guys' positions. Before Erza could even activate her perception, the situation of the battle below changed. Saber, as in the original, dealt with Lancer and then began to taunt him. Hey! Old friend, stop taunting! A mere lucky E, still daring to taunt. Haven't you seen this knight lady beside me, already staring at your head?
"Calm down! Calm down!" Seeing the red light in the girl's eyes grow stronger, Erza felt the need to soothe her. Otherwise, she would definitely jump out now and confront Lancer. Alas! How pitiful, Lancer! You've been targeted by a big shot.
Berserker should have appeared at this time to confront Saber, but now he was calmed down by Erza. It was uncertain if Saber could hold out until Conqueror King arrived.
"Bili!!" Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Just as Erza was thinking, the sound of thunder came from the sky.
The already tense air, made so by the battle between the two knights, solidified even further. The cold, clear, and tense air was suddenly pierced by a thunderous sound.
"..." Everyone present looked up at the sky. The source of the sound was clear at a glance. A flying object streaked across the sky in a straight line, heading straight towards them, scattering purple lightning sparks in the night sky. The sound was undoubtedly from it.
Judging by its appearance, it was an ancient war chariot. Instead of warhorses, sturdy bulls were harnessed to the chariot. Their hooves trod through the void, pulling the magnificent and luxurious chariot.
The chariot wasn't merely floating in the air; its wheels rumbled, and the bulls' hooves stepped not on the earth, but on lightning.
"Both of you, put away your weapons, in front of me, the King!!" The tall red figure on the chariot spoke, his voice rough, arrogant, like an idiot. This was Erza's first impression of Conqueror King, laughing like a fool.
"My name is Conqueror King Iskandar, I have participated in this Holy Grail War and obtained Rider!" The red fool who rushed out said with a serious face and stern tone.
"..." Everyone was stunned. Except for Erza, who knew the true nature of this guy, everyone else was dumbfounded. No Servant or Master would reveal their true name; even the upright King Arthur would have people guess his identity during battle, rather than revealing it himself. Was this person an idiot? Everyone thought so.
"Idiot... an idiot! How could someone reveal their identity like that?" The submissive... ahem! No, the Queen cried helplessly, hitting his chest with a small hammer. Oh!
"You fight each other to obtain the Holy Grail. Before your clash, I have something to ask you. I don't know what expectations each of you has for the Holy Grail. But think about it now. Are your wishes more weighty than the grand wish that encompasses heaven and earth?" The red-haired idiot ignored his Master's anger and protest, suppressing him with a single finger. He dismounted his chariot and spoke to the two present. Even the beautiful wife was ignored by him, so isn't he a pervert?
"...What on earth are you talking about..."
Everyone felt confused about this guy who suddenly appeared.
Saber frowned and asked.
"Hmm? I think I've made myself quite clear?"
Rider maintained his dignity, but his tone softened and became much more amiable.
"I have descended upon the battlefield. Do you intend to yield the Holy Grail to me? If you do, I will consider you my friends and share the joy of conquering the world with you."
"Your courage in revealing your name just now impresses me, but I cannot agree to your proposal."
Lancer smiled bitterly and shook his head, but there wasn't even a hint of a smile in his eyes. His gaze was still as sharp as a sword, full of power, directly clashing with Conqueror King's scrutinizing tiger eyes.
"It is I who will hold the Holy Grail. This is the oath I made with my only new monarch in this life. The one who holds the Holy Grail will absolutely not be you, Rider."
"Are you merely stating those jokes, thereby hindering my duel with the Knight?"
Saber's expression was even worse than Lancer's.
"Conqueror King, your joke has gone too far. This is an intolerable insult to a knight."
Everyone directed hostile gazes at Rider. Rider seemed to show a troubled expression, muttering "Hmm" while unconsciously pressing his temples with his fist, making a cracking sound. Rider couldn't help but make a gesture of helplessness, but his imposing posture remained unshaken, making Rider an individual with an exceptionally rare presence.
"Are you trying to bargain with me?"
"Enough nonsense!"
Feeling that Rider seemed about to utter flattering words, Lancer and Saber rejected him in unison. Saber continued, her face full of disappointment.
"Let me say it again, I am also a monarch who rules the Kingdom of Britain. No king, no matter what kind, can bow down to others."
"Oh, King Arthur?"
Rider frowned and let out a long sigh.
"Then our negotiation has broken down. What a pity, how regrettable."
As Rider mumbled with his face down, he noticed the resentful gaze fixed on him from below.
"Ah, it hurts, ah!"
Due to the pain of his swollen forehead, and the regret that was even more tragic than the pain, the Queen… Waver's cry swept low across the ground.
"What should I do?! You keep talking about conquest, but in the end, aren't you just annoying people?! Do you really think you can beat Saber and Lancer?"
The burly Servant faced his Master's question, not with a look of guilt, but with a hearty laugh.
"No, isn't there a saying, 'A hundred talks are not as good as one try'?"
"'A hundred talks are not as good as one try' isn't your true name, is it?!"
Waver, dizzy with anger, cried as he repeatedly punched the Rider's chest armor with his powerless fists. It was like someone hitting your chest with a small hammer.
"How pathetic!" Erza watched the two's farce with insincere eyes. This incident made her realize that the receiver will never be able to defeat the attacker. It's not a matter of physique, but of momentum; it's already decided. Speaking of which! Erza, do you have the right to criticize others? Don't forget the fact that your true self is also a receiver.
Seeing the inexplicably comedic performance of Rider and his Master, the tense atmosphere in this place had completely relaxed.
"Is that so, I see?"
But then, it solidified again due to that low, ground-hugging grumble.
That was Lancer's Master, who had not yet appeared.
After urging her Servant to use her Noble Phantasm, she had remained silent, observing the battle. Now, she was interjecting, asking Waver the purpose of his presence here, her voice completely different from before, revealing a heart full of hatred.
"Why on earth did you go mad and steal my relic? Come to think of it, perhaps you yourself wanted to participate in the Holy Grail War, Mr. Waver Velvet?"
Upon hearing this voice, others might not guess who it belonged to, but Waver knew.
It was "him."
How could Waver not guess the owner of that voice? If his status was as high as a Clock Tower lecturer, even if Iskandar's cloak was stolen, relics of other Heroic Spirits could still be prepared.
In that case, in Fuyuki City, even if that man stood here as Waver's enemy this time, it was not surprising… "What a pity… I had intended for this lovely student to be happy. Waver, a mortal like you, should have had a peaceful life befitting a mortal."
"I can't help it, Waver-kun. I will give you extra tutoring. The true meaning of mages killing each other, the horror and pain of slaughter, I will impart to you without reservation. You should feel honored, shouldn't you?"
Waver was trembling all over with fear. He didn't even have the leisure to care about the humiliation brought by those words.
"Hey, Mage, from what I observe, it seems you want to replace my little Master and become my Master?"
Rider gently put his arm around the still-trembling Waver, his face full of disdain.
"If that's truly the case, it's utterly ridiculous! The man who becomes my Master should be a warrior who rides alongside me on the battlefield, not a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face."
Silence descended, with only Lancer's Master's shame and anger spreading through the night air.
Rider suddenly burst into hearty laughter, this time facing the empty night sky, laughing at the top of his voice.
"Come out! There are others, aren't there? Our comrades hiding in the darkness, peeking at us!"
Saber and Lancer both showed expressions of surprise.
"What's wrong, Rider?"
Facing Saber's question, Rider, with a smiling face, gave a thumbs-up.
"Pitiable, truly pitiable! The heroes gathered in Fuyuki. Seeing the spirit displayed by Saber and Lancer here, do you have no thoughts at all? And you, who possess boast-worthy true names, are secretly peeking here all this time? How cowardly! Even Heroic Spirits would be startled to hear this, wouldn't they, hmm!?" Rider wanted to send his deafening voice to every corner of the surroundings, and shouted loudly again. After a loud burst of laughter, Rider tilted his head slightly, a fearless expression on his lips, and finally gazed around with provocative eyes.
"Not good!" Far away at the Tohsaka Family, Tokiomi heard Rider's mockery. Others might not respond, but that one definitely would. Go back!
"I don't have such a son!" Suddenly remembering that this guy was, in legend, possibly her son, Erza declared, "This old woman doesn't have such a mentally challenged son!"
"Two people who don't respect me and claim to be kings without knowing the immensity of heaven and earth have appeared overnight." As expected, a certain Goldie ran up! As soon as he opened his mouth, the Goldie Heroic Spirit curled his lips in extreme displeasure, revealing his disdain for the three Servants currently facing off.
Goldie, provoked, makes his appearance.
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