Crossover Anime: Collecting Treasures from All Worlds Starting with Type-Moon

"Alright, alright, now that everyone's here, let's get down to business."

Setting down his wine glass, Iskandar, the Conqueror, began to look serious.

"If only the most qualified person can obtain the Holy Grail, then what constitutes the most qualified? In my opinion, it is naturally about one's vision and character. Only those with a sufficiently broad vision are qualified to obtain the Holy Grail!"

Iskandar stood up and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"What a joke! Since when have others been allowed to decide what's mine?" Gilgamesh quickly retorted after hearing Rider's words.

"Huh? Gilgamesh, are you saying that thing was originally yours?" Artoria was puzzled after hearing Archer's words, as they didn't match her knowledge.

"Although I have almost forgotten about it, there is no denying that it must belong to me. All the good things in the world are in my unique treasure trove—that is beyond doubt."

"I don't know where the thief came from, but he stole my things."

Gilgamesh's words were full of confidence, which was the demeanor of the King of Kings!

“I see. In that case, I think I can guess your identity now.” Rider said, and Irisviel and Webber on both sides opened their ears wide. Unfortunately, he didn’t continue.

“In that case,” Rider said, crossing his arms.

"How about you give me this cup? I'm sure you wouldn't be stingy with it if it were you," the Conqueror whispered in Gilgamesh's ear, as if afraid someone would hear.

"What a joke! My possessions are only ever bestowed upon my subjects and subordinates. Do you think some rat out of nowhere would dare to dream of obtaining my treasures? It's just wishful thinking."

Gilgamesh refused without hesitation.

"I see. That's true, but you don't actually have any wish to fulfill with the Holy Grail, right, Gilgamesh?" Rider, unwilling to give up, continued to ask.

"That being said, I simply don't want to let the thief who stole my treasure get away with it. If you are willing to submit to my subordinates, then I can still reward you with a few cups."

As if mocking him, he released two more halos, one above the other, with the upper halo constantly spilling out of the cup into the lower halo.

The Conqueror King, however, seemed somewhat puzzled.

So, what is the underlying principle behind this?

"It is the law, the law that I, as king, have established."

Seemingly understanding Gilgamesh's words, Iskandar sighed, poured himself another cup of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"There's no other way. As the King of Conquerors, I can't possibly be subservient to anyone. What a perfect king, so strictly adhering to the laws he sets forth—truly admirable. But even so—"

"As expected, I still want to take what I want by force! After all, I am the King of Conquerors. To conquer everything I can see and then plunder it is my way of the king!"

At this moment, Iskandar was full of pride and his demeanor was worthy of his title as the Conqueror.

Looking at Iskandar in front of her, Artoria felt a mix of emotions. She didn't speak, but just sipped the wine in her glass. No one knew what she was thinking.

“Now that Archer has finished speaking, it’s my turn to speak.” Iskandar put down his glass and stood up. His words were strong and clear, and even Irisviel couldn’t help but turn her attention to him.

"My wish to achieve through the Holy Grail is very simple—I want to obtain a physical body!"

Rider's words shocked everyone present!

Even Gilgamesh pondered for a moment, realizing that he couldn't quite understand the muscular man in front of him; this man always seemed to exceed his expectations.

"I will obtain a physical body, and from here I will begin to conquer this world again. I will once again make the name of Iskandar, the Conqueror King, resound throughout the world!" Rider drew the sword at his waist, and lightning seemed to flash across his body.

His bold words resounded throughout the Einzbern family castle.

"What? Are you crazy? You're just a Servant..." Waver, hearing this, rushed over, wanting Iskandar to explain, but unfortunately, Iskandar simply flicked his hand, and Waver was sent flying...

“Interesting,” Scáthach said briefly, looking at the Conqueror.

"But if you want to conquer the world again, wouldn't it be better to just wish for world conquest?" Artoria found it strange. Why go through all that trouble, trying to achieve something so futile?

"No, no, no, that's not how it's said, Saber. Conquering the world with the power of the Holy Grail was not my intention."

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Chapter 30: The Holy Grail Questions (Part 1)

"If I were to use the Holy Grail to fulfill my desire to conquer the world, then even my title of King of Conquerors would be in vain."

Seeing Artoria's puzzled expression, Rider shook his head. Even Irisviel seemed somewhat confused.

"Because this is my own unique path to supremacy! Conquest, conquest, and more conquest!"

Even Shen Qiu, who was watching from afar, couldn't help but sigh that Iskandar, the Conqueror, was indeed an extremely charismatic person.

It's no wonder that even after ten years, El-Melloi II still couldn't forget him, and even considered going to Fuyuki to participate in the Fifth Holy Grail War to summon him again.

“Mr. Shadow, shouldn’t we make our move now? This is an excellent opportunity for battle—we have the advantage in the number of Servants we have. If your Caster and Berserker team up with my Saber, even if things don’t go well, we can still force out two Command Seals, right?”

The one who spoke was Kiritsugu. Unlike Shen Qiu, who had groomed himself from head to toe yesterday, this man was still the same as before, slovenly and with a beard that hadn't been shaved in ages. Even from three or four meters away, he could smell the strong cigar scent emanating from the man.

Mr. Shadow was also the name he had told Kiritsugu Emiya. For Sakura and Shinji's safety, he couldn't reveal his identity for the time being.

"Kiritsugu."

Shen Qiu sighed softly as she watched the man constantly puffing on his cigar.

"Numbers are not the only key to victory or defeat, otherwise there would be no Battle of Waterloo. Since that's the case, I might as well tell you: that golden-glowing servant is named Gilgamesh, the protagonist of the oldest epic poem in human history, the Epic of Gilgamesh."

Looking at Kiritsugu Emiya, who showed no reaction, Shen Qiu continued.

"If you know the Servant known as the King of Heroes, you will know that he possesses the Gate of Babylon, which is considered the prototype of all Noble Phantasms. Theoretically, he has the ability to end the Holy Grail War in one night."

Shen Qiu glanced at Kiritsugu Emiya with a half-smile. After saying this, the magician killer finally seemed less composed. He turned and headed towards the Einzbern family library. Shen Qiu guessed that this guy was probably going to look up information about Gilgamesh.

The party on the other side was still going on.

"I've made up my mind, Rider, I'm going to kill you with my own hands." Gilgamesh suddenly said this after hearing Iskandar's wish.

"Hahaha, I've also got my eye on your treasures. Just wait, I'll plunder your treasures and wine as well!" Upon hearing Gilgamesh's words, the Conqueror King laughed heartily without any restraint.

“Then—it’s your turn, mysterious queen.”

All eyes were on Scáthach. In a sense, she was the king with the fewest records among those present, but also the most mysterious. Even Gilgamesh dared not underestimate this purple-haired woman.

"My wish?"

After hearing Iskandar's words, Master Shifu gently stroked his waist-length hair. It was a simple and lazy gesture, but it made Waver blush and his heart race.

"If I could, I would hope that the Holy Grail could summon someone who can kill me, but I know that this wish is probably difficult to fulfill, because even I don't know where the person who can kill me is."

The master's tone was calm and without a ripple.

"To actually want to embrace death, such a wish is truly..." Hearing this, Irisviel sighed. As a homunculus, her lifespan was only a short ten years or so.

"Caster, why do you want to face death? Isn't immortality something everyone dreams of?"

Waver was shocked when he heard Scáthach's words. Every magician desires eternal life, as only in this way can they have the opportunity to explore the "Root".

"madness."

Gilgamesh glanced at Waver hiding behind Rider and gave a brief, mocking remark. He recalled how, even when he was still human, he too had longed for immortality, but after experiencing a series of events, he had finally seen through the true nature of things.

"After experiencing everything and reaching the end, there will be nothing left in one's hands. Only when one truly embraces death will one's legacy be transformed into a hymn and passed down forever."

Therefore, the oldest epic in human history is none other than the Epic of Gilgamesh.

“No, immortality is not my intention, but a curse, a curse that came after I killed a god and entered the realm of the gods.” Scáthach shook her head as she looked at Waver.

But her casual words left an incomparably shocking impression on everyone present!

"Slayed a god!"

In today's world, gods have long since become ethereal legends, and people have gradually begun to disbelieve in them. If the Magicians' Association hadn't preserved records about the Age of Gods, even Waver wouldn't have believed that history.

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Chapter 31: The Holy Grail Questions (Part 2)

"Oh, you killed a god? That's interesting. No wonder I always sensed something strange about you."

After hearing his master's words, even Gilgamesh was not as calm as before.

It is important to know that Gilgamesh's life was actually a history of the struggle between human rights and divine rights. As a hero-king, he was determined to end Uruk from the rule of the gods, which angered the goddess Ishtar and his father, the god Anu.

After killing the Bull of the Sky, a divine beast sent by Anu to wreak havoc on the human world and punish humanity, Uruk formally broke with the gods, which also led to the death of his only friend, Enkidu.

This is why Gilgamesh hated the gods who were high above him even more than ordinary people.

Even though two-thirds of himself is composed of divinity, this is not contradictory.

“Caster, I’m very curious about what the gods were like before they died.” Gilgamesh, who was always a bastard, said something normal for once.

Scáthach thought for a moment, considering that this happened thousands of years ago.

"Actually, they are no different from humans. Before my god-slaying spear even pierced them, they were already terrified, kneeling and crawling, crying and screaming, with tears and snot flowing everywhere, promising me all sorts of benefits."

Scáthach remained expressionless, as if she were talking about the most trivial matter.

"Then my magic spear pierced his body, blood began to flow from his mouth, and then he howled incessantly before he died, his painful cries echoing throughout every corner of Ireland, until finally even his howls ceased."