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

"Then Grandma—"

That was the place where he "stayed overnight" ten years ago.

"I'm going back to my room to rest now."

"I'm a little tired today and want to go to bed early."

"Okay, let's go."

With the old lady's agreement, Weber headed toward the room.

That was the place where he lived with Iskandar when he was a Master.

He went in.

Everything inside is almost exactly the same as it was ten years ago.

The old lady seemed to have been waiting for the two to return, so she tidied the room carefully.

Weber walked up to the television.

He reached out and gently stroked the old machine.

His finger touched the switch.

A white silver line flashed across the screen—it was still miraculously usable.

just.

When Webber saw the name written in the "Great Conquest" game player column on the screen, he burst into tears.

There was a line of text there.

"The Conqueror King, and his friend Waver."

“Iskander…” Waver wiped away his tears, his whole being engulfed in uncontrollable sorrow.

He had told himself he couldn't be so sad anymore, but his emotions still broke down the moment he touched on the past.

This was the last game he would play with him.

How could one not feel sad when the scenery evokes such emotions?

This is Weber's personal memory.

He never wrote about this incident in any report—not even after repeated warnings from the clock tower.

It's not that the memory was so wonderful that he didn't want to share it.

On the contrary, it was a past I'd rather forget.

Even today, Webber still uses it to remind himself—to always remember how terrible it is for a magician to be incompetent.

Ten years ago, in Fuyuki City, during the Fourth Holy Grail War.

Iskandar, a Servant, and his Master Waver are playing a game.

As a Heroic Spirit Servant from ancient times, the King of Conquerors is quite fond of this game called "Great Conquest".

But he was also somewhat dissatisfied.

"The territory I conquered isn't that small! Is there something wrong with this game?"

Despite his complaints, Iskandar was having a great time.

However, Webber was not in the mood for that.

With an extremely embarrassed expression, he asked his servant.

"I said Rider—!"

"Was all you talked about with Archer and Saber that day just those meaningless 'royal principles'?"

"Yes."

Iskandar answered Webber's question while pressing the game controller in his hand.

"That's really all the three of us talked about."

"but--"

"Kid, this isn't something meaningless."

"What makes a king a king is his distinct moral code."

"Understanding the morality of other kings can provide a broader perspective, and also help you determine whether they are on the same side as you, thus allowing you to formulate relevant strategies in advance."

"How can you say it's useless?"

"..."

In terms of general principles, Weber knew he was no match for Iskandar in debate.

After all, the other party was a genuine conqueror, while he was just a second-rate or even third-rate magician.

Even knowing this, Weber was still somewhat depressed.

He plopped down next to Iskandar and asked the next question very seriously.

"Rider, what should we do next?"

"It seems like we can't do anything right now, can we?"

"Kid, don't be in such a hurry."

Iskandar looked up at the clock on the wall, then muttered to himself:

"We should be almost there."

"Coming?"

Weber was completely baffled.

He sensed that Iskandar seemed to have done something behind his back.

but--

Weber wasn't angry; he was just a little curious.

Because he knew that this generous conqueror had no ill intentions and was an excellent servant whom he could absolutely trust.

"Ah."

Iskandar put down the game controller and stood up.

Almost simultaneously, a knocking sounded at the door.

The old lady's kind voice drifted into Weber's ears.

"Webber, Alex... someone is looking for you."

"Huh? They're looking for us?"

Weber was quite surprised.

Since he is not actually Japanese and has never been to Fuyuki, he naturally could not possibly have any friends here.

The only person who could have caused this was Iskandar, who was standing beside him.

"Rider, is that the person you hired?!"

"Heh heh." Iskandar grinned. "Kid, that's the importance of communication."

"Let's go out and take a look."

"..."

Despite still having many doubts, Weber ultimately chose to believe Iskandar.

This is perhaps the only commendable aspect of him as a Master.

A few minutes later.

Weber froze when he saw the visitor outside the door.

Because that wasn't his friend, but Saber from this Holy Grail War!

I saw her at that tripartite meeting!

"..."

Weber was at a loss for words, while Iskandar remained as forthright as ever.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Artoria, you really did come looking for me as promised!"

"Altria?!"

Although Weber wasn't very bright, he quickly realized that it was the name of the Saber standing before him.

Iskandar already knows the other party's real name?!

“Hmm.” Artoria nodded. “Iskandar, thank you for trusting me and not giving me a fake address during that meeting.”

and many more!

She also knows Rider's real name?!

What exactly happened?

Seemingly knowing what Weber was worried about, Iskandar quickly patted him on the shoulder and said quite heartily:

"Kid, look closer—who is this?"

“…Nong”

Weber naturally did as Iskandar said without hesitation.

Using the dim light in the hallway, he carefully examined Artoria.

He quickly remembered.

"and many more!"

"Weren't you the Servant who helped back then?!"

Just as Webber exclaimed, the somewhat confused magician finally remembered those past events.