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

This man demonstrated his decisiveness.

"I understand."

"In that case, let's proceed with your plan and launch an attack on Archer."

"..."

Knowing that Iskandar was repaying her for her help last time, Artoria didn't think too much about it and simply nodded.

"Yes, thank you, Iskandar."

The tide of the Fourth World War was surging rapidly.

They are like gasoline, preparing the perfect flames for the final act of the Holy Grail War.

[Among them are bright flames like those of Artoria.]

[There are also the Crimson Seas, like Gilgamesh, operating in the shadows.]

Since their last conversation, Gilgamesh and Kirei Kotomine have grown closer and closer.

Through this human's words, the oldest king gradually changed his mind.

"Can you grant me a physical body again?"

"So--"

"I will store it in my treasury."

"As for killing other Servants..."

"I already have a plan."

The Fourth Holy Grail War is brewing in places you are unaware of.

Countless entanglements altered its ending beyond recognition.

"Waiting here will guarantee victory in the Holy Grail War?"

Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was taken to the Fuyuki Bridge by Gilgamesh at night, was somewhat puzzled.

"Yes."

The oldest king in the sky crossed his arms.

"I will bring victory back."

"But you just recently challenged all the remaining Masters and Servants, didn't you?"

"Yes." Gilgamesh did not deny his actions at all.

"Tokiomi Tohsaka, what are you worried about? Do you think I don't have the strength to defeat all the remaining Servants?"

"That's not true."

"Good to know." Gilgamesh remained arrogant. "You'd better wait there patiently."

"Yes, I understand."

Tokiomi Tohsaka said this, but he was somewhat displeased inside.

The moon was bright and the stars were few; the first Servant appeared on the other side of the Fuyuki Bridge.

That was Iskandar, who was driving the Gordias Wheel, while Weber sat behind him.

"It is you……"

Without saying a word, and without even asking his Master Tokiomi Tohsaka any questions, Gilgamesh immediately unleashed his Noble Phantasm to its fullest extent.

He seemed completely oblivious to the enormous magical burden that would result.

"Gate of Babylon!"

In an instant, countless sword blades shot out from the golden halo behind Gilgamesh, flying towards Iskandar's location.

Looking at the sky full of weapons, the Conqueror King was not afraid. Instead, he asked Weber behind him a question.

"Kid, are you scared?"

“…” Weber gasped.

"I was afraid before, but now I'm not."

"Because there's no way to escape."

"I didn't expect you to have such awareness, kid," Iskandar laughed. "Then let's begin!"

"Ah."

This was Webber's bravest moment yet.

He wanted to become the person the Conqueror King expected.

The half-baked Waver raised his arm, which was engraved with the Master's Seal, and mimicked the King of Conquerors raising his sword, chanting loudly.

“My servant, Waver Velvet, commands you in the name of the Command Spell.”

"Rider, you must win to the end!"

"I command you once again in the name of the Command Spell—Rider, you must seize the Holy Grail!"

"Thirdly in the name of the Command Spell, I command you, Rider, to conquer the world! You cannot fail!"

Iskandar was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Kid, you keep making orders that can't be carried out."

Upon hearing this, Weber smiled calmly.

"But you really need it, don't you?"

"That's right, hahaha! Kid, you understand me too well!"

The Conqueror King raised his sword and pointed it forward.

"As long as I still harbor ambitions for distant lands, the expedition will never end!"

"Sing the triumphant song—the army of the king!"

In an instant, the bridge was enveloped by Iskandar's magically abundant state of mind.

A vast plain, exposed to the scorching sun and swirling hot sand, descended upon this place.

Legions of tens of thousands of warriors appeared one after another.

This is Iskandar's most powerful Noble Phantasm, the Army of the King (Ionian Hetairoi)!

That was an expeditionary force that would inspire fear in anyone who looked at it.

All the weapons that Gilgamesh had unleashed from the Royal Treasury were shattered to pieces in that instant.

In just that instant, the Conqueror King, who was initially at a disadvantage, gained a complete advantage.

however--

Although Iskandar's offensive was very powerful, Gilgamesh showed no sign of panic at this moment.

He looked at the vast and mighty army, a smile playing on his lips, and began to mutter something to himself.

Just as the legion was about to charge at the Oldest King and kill him, a blade that no one in the world could replicate appeared in Iskandar's mental space.

That is the sword of discord (Ea).

"Enuma Elish, the star that separated heaven and earth!" Gilgamesh shouted.

A buzzing sound.

The indescribable ripples spread across the entire battlefield in an extremely short time.

The spirits of Iskandar's army vanished the moment they touched it.

Less than a second.

The King's army vanished with the shattering of the Iskandar image, leaving only the Gordias Wheel to continue its journey.

Then, even it stopped.

This was a complete defeat.

Iskandar's proud legions were nothing compared to Gilgamesh.

The Conqueror King glanced sadly at his sword, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Kid, we lost!"

"Let's try again!" Waver said anxiously. "I can supply you with magic power!"

“No.” Iskandar shook his head.

"That last time was already the limit that could be achieved under these circumstances."

Upon hearing this, Weber's eyes widened.

He realized that this failure was inextricably linked to his own incompetence.

"Iskandar, I..."

"There's nothing much to say." The Conqueror patted Waver on the shoulder. "Failure is something you have to face on the road of life."

"A loss is a loss. Making excuses will only make you look like you're making excuses."

"Kid, just admit it!"

Iskandar turned around and looked up at Gilgamesh.

"I admit I lost."

"but--"

"Can you let this kid go?"

"He was so young, he shouldn't have died here."

"..."

Gilgamesh nodded.