In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

until--

Archer has revealed his name.

"Gilgamesh."

"I do not wish to conceal my name, and I hope you will not be afraid to reveal your identities."

“Artoria Pendragon.” Saber, who shared the same idea, was fearless.

"Iskandar," the Conqueror King retorted, not to be outdone.

"They all seem to be kings from different eras."

Gilgamesh's gaze swept over Artoria and Iskandar.

"So--"

"Let's move on to the final topic of the evening."

"What kind of person do you think is worthy of the title of king?"

"Or should I say, Your Majesty, is there something you should do?"

"..."

"..."

Neither Artoria nor Iskandar expected Gilgamesh to bring up the topic of the king.

However, the latter seemed to have anticipated this situation.

He took a sip of red wine and then calmly began to speak.

"I believe that only those who are loyal to their own ideas are worthy of the title of king."

“All things under heaven are judged by the law—and the one who made these laws is the wise King.”

"..."

"Hahahaha!" Iskandar burst into laughter.

"King of Heroes, your understanding is truly interesting."

"However, I cannot condone this kind of behavior of imposing one's own ideas on others."

"Oh?"

Gilgamesh, who witnessed the battle between Iskandar and Sakata Kintoki, was not angry about it.

After all, he experienced immense pleasure from that battle.

"And what about Iskandar, what do you think?"

I think—

Iskandar raised his glass high toward the sky, as if giving a command.

"The king's will should be the unanimous will of everyone."

"Therefore, I want everyone to wholeheartedly agree with my will and be willing to follow me to find a way to achieve it."

"This is the way a king should act, and only in this way can he be worthy of being called a king."

"Heh." Gilgamesh sneered.

"It's a strange idea, but it's a method worth trying."

"I will remember this."

“Hahahaha.” Iskandar laughed loudly. “Gilgamesh, I suggest you don’t just memorize it, but try it yourself.”

"This is a method that can be used to conquer the entire world!"

And what about you—

The Conqueror looked at Artoria.

"What kind of benevolent rule do you advocate?"

"..."

Faced with Iskandar's question, Artoria remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.

After a long while, she slowly spoke:

"I...I feel that this world doesn't need a king."

"..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Gilgamesh also looked at Artoria.

But the latter was not intimidated by their gazes and continued to explain his thoughts.

"A king does not exist out of thin air, but is born from among people."

"Only when everyone's will is strong enough will a being be born who is qualified to become king."

"but--"

Whether or not we can live up to these expectations depends on our performance afterwards—it will never change or shift because of personal will.

"If you can do it, you can become king."

"And those who cannot do so cannot become kings."

"so--"

At this point, Artoria recalled the man who had once been by her side.

Her expression turned somewhat sad.

"For the one who becomes king, that may well be a constraint."

"For this reason."

"I don't think there are any kings in this world, so there is no such thing as a kingly way."

"..."

"..."

"Are you denying your own existence and ours?" Gilgamesh remarked.

“No.” Artoria shook her head. “That’s not true.”

"I just think that the king doesn't need to impose his will on others, nor does he need to impose the will of others on himself."

"That's all."

"Interesting, so interesting!"

Iskandar took a big gulp of strong liquor and laughed heartily.

"Hahahahaha!"

"I never imagined that two kings could have such different ideas."

"Come on, let's have a few more drinks, let's drink until we're drunk tonight!"

The banquet then turned into a simple drinking session.

Weber, who was not far away, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Having gone through the Caster incident, he now has a more rational understanding of his own abilities.

If a real fight breaks out, Iskandar will definitely suffer a great loss because of himself.

Drinking freely like this is much safer.

But then again——

Weber glanced at Tokiomi Tohsaka beside him.

During their previous conversation, he learned that this was Archer Gilgamesh's Master.

only--

Their relationship seems to be very bad.

Even now, Tokiomi Tohsaka is clenching his fists as he looks at Gilgamesh.

So, even in the Holy Grail War, there are Masters who are at odds with their Servants?

Weber thought this, but didn't dare to say anything.

For various reasons, Waver did not tell Sakura Tohsaka about these matters at this moment.

He had his own reasons.

"Let's not say it out loud..."

Weber thought to himself.

On the one hand, Tokiomi Tohsaka is indeed dead, and there's no point in saying anything more.

On the other hand, Sakura Tohsaka is her daughter, and it would be very impolite for her to comment on her father in front of her.

"I see, I understand now." Weber pretended to suddenly realize something.

“If that’s the case… then you really can’t summon Iskandar.”

“Thank you for understanding me, Mr. Weber,” Sakura Tohsaka said.

"Alright," Vivian said, ending the conversation cleanly and decisively.

"Let's board the plane. We'll talk about it when we get to Eastwood."

"Okay! / Alright."

After a period of flight, you returned to Fuyuki City with Sakura Tohsaka.

[There's still a long time before the Fifth Holy Grail War begins; she needs to make some preparations first.]

[And this included returning to the home he hadn't seen for many years.]

In the old mansion, a long-awaited reunion is taking place.