Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 484 Just do it!
"You guy..."

Gilgamesh showed obvious displeasure, his ruby-like snake eyes narrowed, as if he was trying his best to suppress his emotions, but unexpectedly he did not make a move immediately.

Ever since the last battle, he has felt an inexplicable fear when facing Luke. This feeling is not strong, but it is exceptionally pure, so much so that when the King of Heroes faced Luke, he was unable to show his usual arrogant and capricious rage.

Irisviel looked toward a spot in the castle and gently tugged at Luke's sleeve.

“Lu Ke, I think…”

Now she has a new body, freed from the fate of becoming the Lesser Grail, and is no longer bound by the Einzbern family, determined to realize the Third Law.

However, Illya is still under the control of the Einzbern family's central AI, "Yubustakuhaid." If this Holy Grail War is unsuccessful, she will be chosen as the next Lesser Grail and become a new sacrifice.

Luke nodded nonchalantly: "Xiao Di, you go with Irisviel. Anyone who dares to stop you can deal with it themselves."

"Yes, Master."

Dimurdo bowed and walked to Irisviel, whose face showed gratitude, and together they quickly entered the castle.

Saber looked around but didn't see Kiritsugu Emiya. She only noticed the dilapidated state of the castle and its silence. She frowned slightly and turned to Gilgamesh, asking:
“Archer, Rider hasn’t arrived yet? He’s the one who hosted this banquet.”

It wasn't until she spoke that Jin Shanshan glanced impatiently at the Knight King, but immediately turned her gaze back to Lu Ke, her tone filled with enthusiastic interest.

"It's nothing but a trivial matter. Rider, you, and this banquet are all insignificant. I'm only here for Caster."

He reminisced about the last fight, showing his determination to get revenge.

"The last battle wasn't satisfying enough; I hadn't used my full strength yet. This time, I'll show you my true power..."

"Hahaha, that won't do, Archer."

A sudden clap of thunder sounded, and Rider, riding the Divine Wheel and Waver, descended from the lightning. His voice was as deep as ever, and his aura was even more abundant and powerful than before.

Upon closer inspection, Waver's three Command Seals were gone, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he was reluctant to leave but had to go, quietly being pulled back by Rider.

Although we don't know what happened, it seems that the two of them have had some untold stories in the past two days.

"The theme of this banquet is to explore the Way of the King and seek the ownership of the Holy Grail. Why are you all thinking about fighting? Let's follow the rules a little."

Rider walked over carrying a bucket of liquor, sat cross-legged with a nonchalant air, and sighed helplessly.

"Hmph, I am the rule."

Gilgamesh snorted and then sat down cross-legged.

Luke smiled and pulled Saber to sit down, then gestured for Lancelot to stand behind them, speaking casually:

"After all, Servants are essentially weapons for fighting. Even if this banquet can determine who deserves the Holy Grail, will everyone else be convinced? In the end, only one Servant can survive."

"I think the process is just as important as the result, and sometimes even more important than the result."

Rider chuckled twice, his tone calm and collected.

After a moment's thought, Lu Ke smiled and nodded slowly.

"That's true."

"Right!"

With the three kings gathered, the shabby and meager banquet finally began. Rider handed the long ladle for scooping wine to the investor, revealing a rugged smile.

Lu Ke stared at the wine in the moonlight for a few seconds, his lips twitching slightly. "Rider, I remember the money I invested in you was enough to buy a whole street in Tokyo, right?"

He spent so much money hoping to see a lavish Three Kings' Feast, but nothing changed at all.

Rider scratched his head and laughed without any guilt, "Important funds should of course be spent in the right places. For banquets and such, wine is enough, right?"

"That money will be used to purchase weapons, an army, and supplies, as capital for me to begin my new journey. Caster, I will never forget your help!"

Saber paused for a moment, "Rider, you mean..."

"That's right, my wish is to have a physical body, to be reborn into the present world, and to continue my unfinished journey."

The Conqueror pointed to the clothes he was wearing, which were printed with the words "Grand Strategy" and a world map, and answered frankly.

"Hmph~ Although his character as a king isn't great, his ambition is quite interesting."

Gilgamesh glanced at the murky wine, turned his head away in disgust, took out a Noble Phantasm-level wine and cups from the Gate of Babylon, tossed them to the others, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"However, coveting my treasures is a capital offense, Rider."

Are you so certain that the Holy Grail is yours?

"Of course, the origin of all treasures in the world can be traced back to my treasury, and the Holy Grail is no exception."

Gilgamesh's words were not unfounded. Apart from a very small number of Noble Phantasms that were elevated by personal deeds, his "Gate of Babylon" does indeed contain almost all the Noble Phantasms in the world, including the Holy Grail.

Rider grinned. "So you know what the Holy Grail is and what it does?"

Gilgamesh paused for a second, then answered confidently, "I forgot."

"what?"

"Don't judge me with the eyes of a mongrel. The treasures in my treasury are as numerous as the stars, far exceeding the scope of normal cognition. Even I cannot remember them all."

"Completely baseless and nonsensical ramblings."

Upon hearing this, Saber calmly offered her assessment.

The Holy Grail is the tool she uses to save Britain with Luke, and she will not give it up easily. As a knight, she is also unwilling to go against her principles, so ownership is very important.

"Caster, aren't you going to do anything about your people?"

Gilgamesh clicked his tongue and ignored Saber, instead questioning Luke. The tyrant, who had enacted the absurd law that "the right to the first night belongs to the king," easily saw through the relationship between the two.

"Archer, do you want to fight me?"

Saber's face darkened. She wasn't without temper either. There was nothing wrong with Archer talking to Luke, after all, a king's consort should be equal to the king, but deliberately ignoring her as a king was a form of contempt.

Luke took a sip of Uruk's fine wine and slowly pressed Saber down.

“I think Saber’s answer is fine. It’s only natural to be questioned since you can’t answer it yourself.”

He paused for a moment, then added, "Furthermore, I believe the Holy Grail should rightfully belong to Saber."

Upon hearing this, not only Archer and Rider, but even Saber herself was taken aback. Only Lancelot seemed to remember something, his expression complicated.

Luke smiled and explained, "Among the Knights of the Round Table formed by King Arthur, Lancelot's son, Galahad, had the purest heart and once found the Holy Grail alone."

"Galahad was King Arthur's subordinate, so naturally the treasures of his subjects belong to the king. Isn't it only right for Saber to take the Holy Grail?"

As a Servant who possessed Mash, Luke was quite familiar with Galahad's deeds.

“As Galahad’s father, Lancelot should also be considered to have a claim to the Holy Grail, as should I…” Luke spoke eloquently. For a conman, talking was a piece of cake, not to mention that what he said was true.

"You might not believe it, but in Chaldea, the Holy Grail can be counted in 'dozens'. My Servants can easily pick up a few to create Halloween Singularities for fun, so I am truly the master of the Holy Grail!"

After hearing what he said, everyone was stunned.

Saber and Lancelot both looked at Luke with admiration. Gilgamesh's face was gloomy, but he couldn't refute it. The Conqueror King exchanged a silent glance with the Queen and scratched his cheek.

How did he and his Master become the only two people present who were not Holy Grail holders in such a short time?

But the Conqueror King quickly dismissed the facts, saying, "So that's how it is. You all have a claim to the Holy Grail? Then there's nothing I can do."

He took a big gulp of wine, sighed, and then said with a hint of seriousness, "I still crave the Holy Grail. Since I crave it, I will plunder it. That's my way of doing things. After all, I, Iskandar... am the King of Conquerors!"

"In that case, I will punish you."

Gilgamesh regained his composure, calmed his emotions, and coldly replied, "Those who violate the laws I, as king, have promulgated, are not open to negotiation."

"Haha, very good! Only by upholding one's own laws can one be called a king!"

The Conqueror King turned to Saber, "And how do you see me, Saber?"

"Whether as a king or as an ordinary person, the only thing you can do when faced with plundering and banditry is to punish them, Rider. Your selfish desires are too strong."

Saber understands that it is not right to completely abandon her former self who was driven by human desires, but that does not mean she can accept that the king has excessive selfish desires.

"That's not right, Saber!"

The King of Conquerors clearly disagreed with Saber's considerations, his tone serious yet passionate.

"The so-called king is the one with the strongest greed, the most joyful laughter, and the most intense anger. He should reach the pinnacle of both purity and impurity. It is precisely because of this that his subjects are fascinated by him, follow him, and ignite the flame of their yearning to become king."

"And then trigger new turmoil, new wars, and new rivers of blood?"

Compared to the wavering Saber in the original story, King Arthur at this moment is more determined and confident, looking at the Conqueror King without any hesitation.

“The people are the foundation of the nation. The king is merely a guide who leads them to go further. Excessive personal desires will only waste resources and harm the foundation.”

“Conqueror King, the subjects follow me not only to pursue your desires, but also to share lofty ideals and beliefs, and common goals. Even if I do not exhibit the strong desires you speak of, the Knights of the Round Table will still follow me.”

"It's my fault that I couldn't stay with them until the end, but I absolutely refuse to accept the conclusion that integrity is wrong and that pursuing desires is the right path!"

"My wish is to go back in time, correct my mistakes, and save the British Empire. If you think there is anything wrong with this behavior, feel free to question it."

The King of Conquerors frowned. At first, he was somewhat moved by Saber's words, but after hearing about Saber's desire to change the past, he became angry again.

"You mean you want to deny the history you created when you were king, and overthrow your past self?"

Saber's expression remained unchanged. "If I had the chance to go back in time, what's wrong with correcting my mistakes?"

"A king who wants to renege on the orders he himself issued and the results his subjects have fought their whole lives for is worse than a tyrant; he is nothing but a foolish ruler!"

"Perhaps in your eyes, the struggles of your subjects have lost their meaning because of me, but that is not the case."

Saber shook her head, her eyes resolute. "I have witnessed the changed world, a future where there is less death and separation, a future where people do not worry about making a living, a future where everyone is smiling."

"I am not denying the past, but writing a new future!"

As the two argued fiercely, the King of Heroes sneered, simultaneously showing disdain for both of them:
"These two ignorant bastards are better off eliminating each other once and for all than arguing here. I'm still waiting to have a showdown with Caster."

His extremely provocative words attracted attention, causing both Saber and Rider to look at him.

The Conqueror King spoke in a deep voice: "Archer, what is your path to kingship? Do you also agree with the Knight King's statement?"

"For me, it is because the king is powerful enough to provide protection that his subjects have gathered together as vassals,"

Gilgamesh raised his chin dismissively, "Since Saber wants to do it, why not? The king's will is the only one, and so are yours. If you want to keep conquering and plundering, then go ahead and do it."

"The king is the center of the world, so everything should follow the king's will. Whether it is subjects or oneself, as long as one is driven by one's own consciousness, it is not wrong to do anything."

"The king will bear it, the king will allow it, the king will shoulder the entire world!"

Gilgamesh proudly declared his kingly way, fixing his gaze directly on Luke.

"Caster, what do you think constitutes a country, what constitutes a king, and which path truly represents the way of the king?"

Lu Ke, who was listening with great interest to the argument of the three kings, raised his head slightly and pointed to himself.

"Ask me?"

"Who else but you?"

Lu Ke's expression turned serious. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly spoke to the three pairs of dignified yet expectant gazes:
"I believe that the state is the product of irreconcilable class contradictions and an instrument for the economically dominant class to exercise class rule."

"The king is the representative or symbol of the rule of a specific class, and his nature is determined by the social formation and class relations to which he belongs."

Saber: ...

Rider: ...

Gilgamesh: ...

What?
What did Luke say?

Why is it that I recognize each word individually, but can't understand the meaning when they're put together?

Luke: Marxist philosophy!

“You three have different experiences as kings and rulers, and the class systems and conflicts of your times are also different. It is indeed a difficult problem for you to accept each other.”

Ultimately, it's just that slavery and monarchy differed across different eras.

"In that case, why not stake our belief in being king on a battle and see who the true king is?"

Lu Ke surveyed the three of them, smiled, and snapped his fingers lightly.

The three kings were simultaneously plunged into darkness, pulled into a vast and boundless world of their own imaginations, a world where they could freely express their thoughts.

Abundant fields and magnificent buildings fill the entire field of vision, and enchanting melodies drift on the wind. Mesopotamia, a land of clay, wheat, and flocks of sheep, is depicted once again.

A mighty army appeared, cavalry, spearmen, and infantry, a legion that had conquered countless countries and whose strength was so great that it could not even accommodate all its troops. Its momentum soared into the sky.

Sacred and majestic city walls rise from the ground, stretching endlessly. Buildings resembling medieval ink paintings appear in the blink of an eye, and the ancient holy city is reborn here, dazzling and magnificent.

Standing like a judge at the crossroads of the three, Luke reached into his body and retrieved a gleaming golden Holy Grail. A smile bloomed on his face.

"Let's fight each other, and use this as the trophy for the winner!"

(End of this chapter)