Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 483 The King's Feast

master bedroom.

The moment the door closed, Luke lowered his head and stole Saber's breath, reaching out to embrace the somewhat petite Wang, and with a clear intention, they fell onto the bed in a passionate kiss.

When Saber uses her Noble Phantasm during the day, her resolute, courageous, and pure expression is dazzling, even carrying a sense of divine clarity. Upon seeing this, Luke couldn't help but want to see her aloof and independent demeanor change because of him.

This is probably what is called inherent weakness: wanting to corrupt something beautiful, and wanting to help corrupt things.

Saber blushed slightly, feeling as if every part of her body was exposed despite being clothed. She could only blush and place her hands on her chest for a false sense of security, saying shyly:

"Lu Ke, do you... only think about things like this all day long?"

"Absolutely not!"

Lu Ke cried out that he was innocent and swore to God that he only wanted to let the King of Knights experience the king-size bed he had slept in for many years, and he absolutely had no bad intentions.

However, he was used to sleeping with his body in direct contact with the blankets, so he took off his clothes. He found it really comfortable to sleep like that and sincerely suggested that Saber try it out as well.

After being well-fed and clothed, one thinks of other things. In her first battle, she was carried by a max-level player and gained a massive amount of experience. Saber was actually quite interested in heavy industry forging, but she resisted because "the king should not indulge in love affairs and neglect state affairs."

However, Luke quickly found a loophole, stating that Britain had not yet been saved and there were no national affairs at the moment, so the reason was invalid. Thus, Saber put up a token resistance and obediently removed her armor.

The subsequent events are difficult to describe in detail, but in short, the two had a heated argument, which escalated into a physical altercation, and the situation became quite intense.

The two characters repeatedly switch between the identities of "dragon" and "hero".

One second they're fighting a red dragon, the next they're transforming into heroes to face a black dragon's merciless crushing. Sometimes they're two heroes traveling together, discussing great things and warming each other's hearts. Other times, it's a red dragon and a black dragon engaging in a brutal war for territory.

Saber suffers repeated defeats but never gives up, driven by an incredibly strong competitive spirit. No matter how strong the enemy, she will rise to the challenge. However, her "A+" riding skill allows her to tame magical beasts, sacred beasts, and mythical creatures, but she cannot tame dragons.

Especially with the powerful ancient dragon species "Storm Dragon" as its base, it has devoured countless powerful flying dragons, ancient dragons, dragon kings, and various monster dragons, making it no exaggeration to call it a dragon god.

Considering that the finals are tomorrow and Saber is protected by her scabbard, Luke spares no effort to provide more magic to the Dragon Forge in order to keep the King of Knights in top condition.

Saber's way of addressing him also kept changing. At first, she called him "Lu Ke," then at Lu Ke's request, she switched back to "Master," then used the male title in certain family relationships, and finally called him "Lu Ke" again.

When the battle ended, Saber was so tired that she didn't want to move a finger. The feeling of fullness from the inside out created a kind of dizziness, so she relaxed her body and closed her eyes as she succumbed to sleepiness.

Lu Ke held the petite Wang in his arms, silently savoring the tenderness of the "wise man's time." After she fell asleep, he gently withdrew and stepped back, giving her a light kiss on the forehead before leaving the room without a sound.

Outside the door, a bird-shaped familiar made of hair woven from magic floated leisurely in the air. When it saw Luke come out, it turned around and led the way to the second bedroom.

The door to the second bedroom was ajar, and warm, dim light streamed out. Luke walked into the room and saw Irisviel with her back to him under the light.

"Master, you're so slow, I was almost asleep."

Irisviel was not wearing her usual white gown, but rather the "Heavenly Garment" worn by the Einzbern family during ceremonies.

The pure white dress is classic and elegant, exquisite and beautiful. The red lapel and gold decorations add a touch of nobility and mystery. The whole dress has a silvery luster, making it stunning.

"This isn't something I can decide alone. Saber is the key. If you can't wait, you can go to sleep first."

Luke shrugged. When he could arrive depended on when Saber was defeated.

“If it’s Saber, she must be amazing in every way…” Irisviel said in a strange tone.

Luke looked at the new skin's back with a bit of envy. This outfit was exactly the same as the Chaldea lady's. He was about to nod in agreement when he suddenly realized something was off.

Why does it feel like Irisviel and Saber are being too ambiguous? Come to think of it, both times she contacted him were after he and Saber had ended things... Could this woman be using him as a bridge between herself and Saber?

"Alice, do you like Saber a lot?"

"Of course I like it. Servants who are like guardian knights are reliable and reassuring. In comparison, Masters are not very competitive."

Upon hearing this, Irisviel turned around with a serene expression. At this moment, she was aloof, beautiful, and elegant, almost indistinguishable from Justeza, the "Winter Saintess" who created the Holy Grail. After all, they were truly cut from the same mold.

"Let me show you where my competitive advantage lies."

Luke raised an eyebrow, walked over and laid the beautiful doll dressed in the Heavenly Garment down. He traced Irisviel's delicate face with his fingers. Whether it was a provocation or not, the outfit really suited his taste.

Irisviel smiled slightly, her ruby-like eyes darting around as if she had thought of something interesting.

Her demeanor suddenly changed, returning to its original purity, as if she had forgotten everything that had happened before. She revealed an expression of surprise and anger, and spoke in a flustered tone.

"Caster, what are you doing? I came to your house with Saber as guests, how could you treat me like this? This is shameless!"

"Ok?"

Luke was taken aback by this inexplicable action, but then he saw Irisviel lick her lips while uttering words of resistance, and then reach out her hand with a humiliated expression.

"I understand, please don't harm Saber, I will do my best."

"Ah this..."

"What? Ilya? Absolutely not! I understand now, you vile devil, let me, your mother, bear the consequences!"

Irisviel shed tears of humiliation, turned around and pinned Luke down. She seemed extremely unwilling, yet she took the initiative in a way that left Luke dumbfounded.

He then realized Irisviel's trick. He had to admit that his wife was a very good actress. She hadn't said or done anything, but just by listening to the lines, he could imagine a shameless version of herself and a three-million-word script.

What? He has no bottom line now?

If he has no bottom line, Kirei Kotomine, Kiritsugu Emiya, and Zouken Matou will all have to wear magical girl costumes and wield rubies and sapphires to fight the tentacle monsters summoned by Gilles de Rais!

"Wait a mininute."

Luke held Irisviel down, stroking her hair with his palm, and activated the almost imperceptible listening device enchanted within her silver hair. He then sighed and let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay, we can continue."

…………

Einzbern Castle.

Kiritsugu Emiya slammed the listening device to the ground, deactivating its various electronic components, and cursed inwardly.

unacceptable!

If he had known Caster was such a despicable Servant, he would never have sent Irisviel... Well, he probably still would, but he would definitely have been mentally prepared beforehand.

Kiritsugu Emiya looked extremely haggard, clearly having not slept well for the past few days.

The Magician Killer has been having a lot of bad luck lately. The heaviness on his head is a minor issue; the fact that the Servant hasn't returned has put him in a very passive position, preventing him from doing many things.

It wasn't that he didn't want to contact Saber, but the noble King of Knights was incompatible with him, especially without Irisviel's mediation. Getting her to do something despicable without Command Spells was practically impossible. Moreover, since Saber was with Caster, he had to consider the possibility of attracting enemies, and given the strength of Caster's faction, killing him would be far too easy.

He also attempted to form alliances with other Servants.

Originally, when the three families gathered in the church, under the witness of Kotomine Risei, he and Tohsaka Tokiomi agreed to become allies and fight against the enemy together.

When he went to visit, the other party's golden servant suddenly appeared, saying things like "a mere mongrel is not worthy to fight Caster with him," which almost left him there forever.

If Tokiomi Tohsaka hadn't been worried that his ally dying at his own residence would tarnish the Tohsaka family's reputation and hadn't strongly dissuaded him, he probably would have been turned into a pincushion by that golden angel.

Of course, Tokiomi Tohsaka didn't fare any better. He was thoroughly scolded by the King of Heroes, and no matter how much he humbled himself and apologized, he couldn't win back his favor.

This was the first time that Kiritsugu Emiya had ever seen a Servant and Master whose master-servant relationship had been reversed to this extent.

There's also Rider, who came to borrow the venue. This team's master-servant relationship is a bit distorted, but not as exaggerated as the previous one.

However, Kiritsugu Emiya's attempt to form an alliance was rejected by both sides.

Webber was more tactful, suggesting that going against Caster was a dead end and it was better to obediently wait for elimination. He was only worried about how to explain things to Director Ken when he returned to the Clock Tower.

Rider bluntly stated that he looked down on Kiritsugu Emiya.

The original statement was roughly that even strategists have different levels of status and worth. No matter how outstanding someone like Kiritsugu Emiya is, he wouldn't even look at him if he had no principles. He could barely be assigned to an unimportant position as a subordinate, let alone as an ally.

Kiritsugu Emiya felt annoyed. With one power dominating, what was the point of fighting if the other forces didn't unite? They all treated the Holy Grail War like a game, regardless of whether they would win or not, and were only obsessed with various principles.

Can the Holy Grail be obtained to save all of humanity?

click-

Suddenly, the windowpane shattered with a powerful force, and a figure that seemed to have returned from hell appeared in front of Kiritsugu Emiya in an instant.

Emiya Kiritsugu's pupils contracted slightly as he recognized the young man before him. He remembered him as the disciple beside Tokiomi Tohsaka, and I think his name was...

"Kirei Kotomine, how did you get in? What are you doing here?"

As he spoke, he revealed a wary expression, and his hand had already subtly drawn his pistol.

Kirei Kotomine did not answer, his dark and deep eyes staring straight at Kiritsugu Emiya, a smile appearing on his lips, before he threw a straight punch without warning.

The priest was already skilled in physical combat, and after countless years of honing his skills in the mental world, his technique had undergone a qualitative leap. His powerful fist created a sonic boom in the air, and even though Kiritsugu Emiya immediately used his family's inherited magic "Time Control," he could only barely dodge the fatal blow and was blasted away by the attack.

boom!
Kiritsugu Emiya's body crashed through the furniture and tables along the way, leaving small cracks in the walls. His mouth was full of a metallic taste, and he felt that at least two or three of his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were also seriously injured.

"Due to the imperial decree, three times the amount!"

Without even having time to think about why things had turned out this way, Kiritsugu Emiya activated the highest level of "Inherent Time Control" he could maintain, aimed at his target, and pulled the trigger.

But they all dodged it.

The vengeful priest seemed to know him well, easily dodging the bullets and rapidly closing in. Seeing this, Kiritsugu Emiya decisively abandoned any direct confrontation and fled for his life without regard for the consequences, disappearing from the castle in the blink of an eye.

"Judge, you've become so weak... but you're still so decisive."

Kirei Kotomine paused for a few seconds, surprised by Kiritsugu Emiya's weakness, before revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

He strode through the castle, beginning his hunt for the characters who had tormented him countless times in his mental world.

Hidden in the shadows, Kiritsugu Emiya, sweating profusely, retrieved the "Origin Bullet," loaded the "Special Attack Against Mages" bullet, and held his breath in concentration.

…………

After a long night, the two patrolling Servants returned to base camp in spirit form.

After a night of calm, Lancelot was much more composed and didn't care much about Luke and Saber walking out of the same room.

The die is cast, and the position of the King's husband is irrevocable, so he can only obey, since Lu Ke was originally his Master anyway.

Lancelot could only force himself to forget the true nature that Luke revealed after taking him in, and to take the "Fujimaru Ritsuka" persona he initially played as Luke's real personality...

a bit difficult.

Lancelot sighed and asked his colleague in a low voice.

"Dimurdo, how did you manage to idealize Master's image in your mind?"

Teach him how to apply 180 layers of filters to Lu Ke, so that he can regard Lu Ke as a noble and flawless being like the King.

Dimurdo looked on in surprise. "Beautify? I think the lord's is already perfect enough, there's no room for beautification."

Lancelot: ...

Land dolphin!

The day passed uneventfully, as most of the seven Masters had already been eliminated, and the five Servants were all on the same side, making it a one-sided victory.

If there is any difference, Saber said that she sensed that Kiritsugu Emiya was in danger several times, but he insisted on not using Command Spells to summon her.

"It's okay, we'll be back soon anyway, we'll know then."

After hearing this, Irisviel simply smiled and comforted Saber, saying that the death of Kiritsugu was a trivial matter.

As the sky gradually darkened, Luke gathered everyone in the mansion except for Sakura and used spatial teleportation to arrive at the garden of Einzbern Castle for the royal banquet.

"So slow, Caster."

A magnificent and arrogant voice rang out. Gilgamesh, whom we haven't seen in a long time, was wearing golden armor and had his hands placed in front of his chest. He snorted in dissatisfaction when he saw the huge crowd behind Luke.

"Bringing so many lowly servants to the King's Feast only lowers your status. A bunch of mongrels will only make you look worse."

Luke raised his hand to stop Dimuludo and Lancelot, whose expressions had turned cold, and asked with interest:
"What is my identity?"

Gilgamesh raised his chin and said arrogantly, "Being able to defeat me when I'm not serious is a kind of status."

He paused, then emphasized, "Although it was just a fluke."

Lu Ke scratched his cheek, looking troubled.
"But I don't think beating you is anything to be proud of."

Do you know how many times you've lost despite being a perfect attendance king? You'll be the first one to die in FSF!

(End of this chapter)