These stairs are really long.
Anyone with poor stamina would probably give up just looking at them.
The dozen or so locals who had followed all the way from the Holy City were also exhausted, huddling together for mutual support.
They finally managed to drag themselves to the destination.
But from the stairs to the high platform where the throne was located was another long distance.
To avoid being disturbed, the construction of this pyramid really seems designed to screw over outsiders to death.
"This lord is the bravest and most majestic god, our greatest pharaoh, the Sun King, Ozymandias!" Standing below the stairs where the throne stood at the top, Nitocris introduced the man on the throne to everyone with a proud and solemn tone. "His arrival is to save us from the apocalypse! He is our perfect King!"
"Hmph, so you're the last master of human history?" Ozymandias looked down at the crowd below the stairs, his gaze finally landing on Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Yes! I am the master of Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka!" Fujimaru stepped forward and responded loudly.
After all, the distance was a bit far, so communication had to rely on shouting.
"We of Chaldea have come to this Singularity to correct the distortion of human history!"
"A futile effort!" Before Fujimaru could finish, Ozymandias declared flatly.
Everyone was stunned by his response.
"I stand here as the representative of the true pharaoh. My territory is here; it can be said that humanity has already been saved."
"That is incorrect!" Mash shouted, frowning.
She couldn't tell if Ozymandias was being serious with those words.
"Every era has already been eroded by the King of Magicians. In this situation, even if this era..."
"The King of Magicians, eh?" Ozymandias took an object wrapped in red cloth from a nearby handmaid. "Heh, that is not enough to frighten me."
Ozymandias unwrapped the red cloth, revealing the golden Holy Grail beneath.
The source of his confidence in saying those words was fully displayed here.
The group, who had already learned about the Holy Grail's whereabouts from Daniel, felt their hearts sink at this moment.
After all, this meant that the truth of what Daniel had said earlier had significantly increased.
"This is what I seized from the foolish Crusaders. My power, combined with the power of the Holy Grail—together, even if the foundation of the era is destroyed, my kingdom shall always remain indestructible."
"Ozymandias! Sun King! Since when did you become such an arrogant person!" Daniel suddenly shouted.
"Ah?" Ozymandias's face instantly darkened, his gaze cutting toward Daniel like a knife.
"Insolent fool!" Nitocris, her face full of anger, raised her magic staff and pointed it at Daniel.
"With the power of that Holy Grail in your hand, combined with your own power, holding your ground against the Lion King is already your limit. Yet you dare to speak boastfully about not fearing the power of the King of Magicians? You should know that the Holy Grail in your hand is merely something the King of Magicians created casually to disrupt human history!"
Daniel ignored Nitocris's intimidation and continued to look up at Ozymandias.
"Other than the man himself, I am the one who understands his power best right now. Even if all the Heroic Spirits of human history gathered together, they would be no match for the one who created the Holy Grail in your hand!"
"Exactly how much arrogance does it take for you, a Pharaoh King, to say what you just said!"
Not to mention the Noble Phantasm held by Goetia himself; after all, it's an Anti-Summoning type. Using Heroic Spirit summoning methods to deal with him is like throwing a meat bun at a dog—it won't hurt him; it'll only make him laugh.
"As a Pharaoh King, you should be able to tell that not a single word I just said was a lie!"
"Even so, do you still intend to maintain your previous point, keeping your gaze narrowed at the bottom of the well, afraid to jump out of the opening?"
"Do not be too presumptuous in the presence of the Pharaoh King!" The ignored Nitocris glanced fearfully at Ozymandias on the Jade Throne, her magic staff beginning to tremble along with her forearm.
Ozymandias had a dark expression, staring at Daniel blankly.
With his vast experience in judging people, he indeed couldn't see any sign of Daniel lying, but what the man said sounded like alarmist talk to his ears.
If it were truly as he said, then everyone might as well stop what they're doing and just lie down to wait for death.
But even if it was alarmist, the other party's confident manner made him lose his certainty.
"Before I came to this land, I was temporarily staying in the Lion King's Holy City. So, I know a little about the purpose of their 'Holy Selection'."
"To avoid the edge of the King of Magicians' power, they intend to turn humans with radiant souls into specimens to be stored, and then flee this world."
"Even a figure as aloof and powerful as the Lion King only thinks of escaping when facing the King of Magicians. She has even decided to abandon the past, present, and future of human history, discarding this Singularity. At the cost of this Singularity's end, she will pilot the Holy Spear carrying the human specimens to escape."
"Even so, do you still plan to stay secluded here, watching everything perish when the end of this Singularity arrives?"
"Boy!" Ozymandias suddenly shouted sternly, "I have not spoken, yet you spout such grand words here. Do you treat my tolerance as nothing?"
He didn't suspect the possibility of Daniel being a spy sent by the Holy City.
After dealing with them for so long, he had already figured out the Holy City's style.
When they have the power for a frontal confrontation, who would have the leisure to engage in espionage?
Ozymandias's shout finally woke the others, who had been stunned by Daniel's eloquent speech.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was so panicked he almost had Mash prepare for battle.
"However, if what you say is not false, then such important information is a great service. I shall use it to waive the punishment for your insolence before the throne!" Ozymandias glanced at Nitocris, whose magical energy had begun to gather surgingly, and then spoke.
Upon hearing this, Nitocris's magical energy instantly dissipated.
She had already been prepared to unleash her Noble Phantasm to punish this fellow who was being disrespectful before the Pharaoh King.
"So, what is your purpose in coming to my territory?" This time, the focus of Ozymandias's gaze was Daniel.
"Foundation Restoration!" Daniel replied, "To return the human history of this world to its proper track."
"Heh, in other words, your goal is the Holy Grail in my hand?" A murderous glint appeared in Ozymandias's eyes. "Do you realize that this is a declaration of a war of plunder against me?"
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