The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Manjushri could not control the blessings bestowed by the gods very well, but most gods would not cast their will upon the gods, but would only bestow their power.

Perhaps only these unconventional deities would dare to play around.

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“Berserker, your wine is better than what I can buy.”

Having regained his original appearance, Rider and Manju returned to the courtyard together and entered the banquet.

The aroma of the fine wine naturally wafted into Rider's nostrils, making him unable to resist grabbing the wine glass and putting the wine in his mouth.

The wine was swallowed, and the previous incident could be considered as if it had never happened; after all, it wasn't a big deal. Uncle

"Of course, how could something found on a whim possibly be better than something obtained through effort and skill?" Lin

Manshu also took a wine glass and savored the exquisite wine, glancing sideways at Rider as she spoke.

"Besides, the wine I have here is nothing special; it's merely decent among the supernatural. To become a truly exceptional wine, you really need to go to Archer. That guy brought his treasure trove with him; his treasure trove must contain divine brews." (Bab)

After all, all Manshu could offer were decent wines purchased from better channels. 4

While it's better than the wines Rider buys directly from the market, it's definitely not comparable to the divine wines in Archer's treasure trove.

To rival that, one would likely need to invoke the power of Dionysus, infusing his divine essence into the exquisite wine. 9.

But with just the base ingredients, the liquor in their glasses cannot yet be considered a proper drink.

"Really? Even you, Berserker, praise it so highly. I never imagined Archer, besides carelessly throwing away his Noble Phantasms, would possess such a treasure. Next time I see him, I'll definitely make him bring it out so I can taste it."

Rider chuckled loudly, clenching his knuckles and raising his glass.

"How utterly shameless! Just because you've heard about it, you intend to forcibly seize that wonderful thing?"

"Of course, my way of kingship is conquest, and everything boils down to plunder and invasion."

Rider nodded, his face showing no doubt and a cheerful expression.

"Although I lost to you in the aerial battle just now, it's no defeat, Berserker. I am determined to obtain the Holy Grail."

"For most of the Servants participating in this Holy Grail War, this is beyond question. But Rider, I invited you only because you once held the position of Pharaoh."

"In the final battle to determine the true victor, besides me, only you somewhat align with my expectations."

Manshu stood up and said proudly.

"So that's why you invited me. We do have something in common with Berserker. Since we're both Pharaohs, why don't we settle our differences in a place where there are no swords?"

Rider downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, tossed it aside, and spoke in a heavy tone.

"The so-called Holy Grail War that takes place here is a ritual to determine who will hold the Holy Grail. Since it is only a selection process, it does not necessarily have to be won through fighting. As long as the remaining people agree on this selection, it can be successfully presented."

"You mean, you want to convince me that you are the most suitable candidate for the Holy Grail?"

Manshu chuckled and put down his wine glass, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

"Do I possess this confidence, Berserker, or do you not, believing your own stature and qualifications as king are inferior to mine?"

Rider finished speaking seriously, but a sly glint appeared in his eyes.

"That's a cheap trick, Rider. I agreed not because of your deceitful words, but because I won't lose to anyone."

Manshu let out a disgruntled laugh, picked up his wine glass again, and spilled the wine on the ground.

"Let us use the spilled wine in this cup as a mirror, and use it as a judge for comparison."

"Only the two of us can judge the two kings. We've really found a good referee."

Rider agreed, and with a hearty and cheerful gesture, he took the glass again, refilled it with wine, and handed Manshu a new glass of wine.

"Since this is a contest to see who is more deserving of the Holy Grail, let's first talk about the wishes placed upon the Holy Grail, otherwise there's nothing to discuss."

Rider waited until Manshu was seated, then cleared his throat and began to speak.

"I'm just waiting to hear your long-winded speech, to see what you can say that will impress people."

Manshu said with a smile that although only he and Rider were present at the moment, the king's banquet was still held, even though the location, time and people were different.

But one thing was enough to make people happy: at least Manshu was overjoyed and waiting to hear familiar words from Rider.

"I want to have a physical body, and the Holy Grail is only the first step of my desire."

"Conquest is a dream I hold dear, and the desire for the Holy Grail is the first step in realizing that dream."

"I want to be a living being reincarnated in this world, to stand tall and face the world with my unique body."

"This is the essence of conquering such behavior. To take action like this, to stride forward and achieve one's goals, is the essence of my dominance."

Rider clenched his fist and chuckled as he spoke.

"A good wish, Rider, but not enough."

Manshu didn't drink the wine in his glass until Rider finished speaking. Then he raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, a smile appearing on his lips.

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Chapter Thirty-Two: Cooperation

④ "Not enough? Then let me hear what you have to say, Berserker."

Rider scratched his head, looking troubled, but he was also curious about the answer from the person in front of him and decided to hear another answer.

"No one in this world suffered a more tragic end than him."

"It was as if everything in the world belonged to him, and prosperity and happiness were all his alone. But there were also wishes that he could not fulfill."

Manju spoke as if recalling something, responding with the lament of a god-king who reigns supreme in the heavens.

Since Manju has been acting in the manner of Pharaoh Osmandis, he is also conveying the words of the once greatest and strongest pharaoh.

"That is the supreme, perfect, unique, and must exist forever. But the finite lifespan constitutes the tragedy of all this."

"As the body slowly decays and dies, one can only helplessly fantasize, like the pharaoh, that one can be reborn at the distant end of time and embark on the path to godhood."

These were once spoken by the glorious Pharaoh to himself and to the gods.

Across a thousand years, the pharaoh who descended upon this land harbored hesitation.

He is that radiant and holy being, possessing the royal authority to rule this world.

He needs eternal life; this is the only desire he seeks in the Holy Grail.

Because he is the true master of this world, he must stand at the pinnacle of the world.

"Therefore, I demand eternal life from the so-called Holy Grail."

The only concern that existed before was whether the world was still worthy of the Pharaoh's rule.

Is this so-called era and world worthy of the Pharaoh's reincarnation and the return to power?

The final answer was affirmative, because the Pharaoh could still see the scenery of the past in this era.

This world still has the joy of battle, and one can gain the same exhilaration as fighting the Hittites through interactions with heroic spirits.

And the fact that saints and kings still exist in this world is already enough to bring joy.

So, what words should Manjusaka say after being tempered by this Holy Grail War?

He participated in a Holy Grail War based on nothing more than a vague and illusory promise, and what he initially gained was likely only hesitation and uncertainty.

Perhaps we need to question it, perhaps we should worry about the final outcome, or perhaps we should ask ourselves if the desire to be reborn is really worth it.

That's absolutely the same, and it remains so to this day.

The beauty of life's prime is so intoxicating that even the finest wine made by Dionysus cannot compare.

I must win, and not only win, but also satisfy my desires, and then win.

It's excessively greedy; wanting to grasp everything and embrace all things.

Let's save the question of choices for when we actually need to make one.

Before you can do it, tear all those options into pieces and fill them all in like fill-in-the-blank questions.

Whether it was the Pharaoh or himself, the final result and answer given were all the same.

"At the moment of my appearance, there were still questions about my wish: was this world truly worthy of my rule?"

"But now, at this point in time."

Okay, I admit it! I still want it!

This world is not the same world I used to rule, and I still have some attachment to it.

I want this world! Not for any other reason than that this world is destined to accept my rule!

There's no need for any other reason, I just want it, and everything is just like it used to be.

You must embrace everything and hold all things and phenomena in your hands.

"That's incredibly arrogant, Berserker. It seems like we can't reach an agreement at all."

Rider scratched his chin and looked down at the mirror formed by the wine on the ground, but he couldn't see anything, only the reflection.

Manshu raised his right hand and called out the name of the god Set. Sand condensed in his hand, and he blew away all the spilled wine on the ground.