FATE: Target of Grand Master

Xia Yan turned the task interface so that it was visible to both Feng Yan and Lan Muyan.

"Do you see if your tasks are the same as mine?"

After Xia Yan reminded them, Feng Yan and Lan Muyan realized they hadn't checked the mission information yet.

After reading the mission information, the two looked at each other and then simultaneously turned out their respective mission boxes, the contents of which were exactly the same as Xia Yan's.

really.

Since the opponent is Tiamat, it's not surprising that this is a collaborative trial.

"Why are there so many side quests this time?" Lan Muyan asked.

"Needless to say, BB has dug a lot of traps for us to fall into. Especially those three ???, they don't look like good people at all. If possible, we'd better avoid getting involved in unnecessary trouble."

Feng Yan planned to ignore the row of side quests, since completing the main quest alone would cost the three of them their lives.

To put it bluntly, even if it meant sacrificing one or two Servants to clear the game, Feng Yan believed he would accept the price, though he would be sad. Of course, the best-case scenario would be to suffer no loss at all, but Feng Yan didn't even dare to think about such an ideal situation.

"I don't think all these side quests are necessarily traps, or rather, even if they are traps, they are traps with both risks and opportunities. Those three... let's leave that aside for now. The quest to defeat those three goddesses is something we really need to do, since we don't have any extra Servants to assist us this time. Being able to recruit goddesses, just like in the original story, is a necessary condition for clearing the game. Besides..."

Xia Yan paused, then asked, "Are you really willing to just watch Siduri turn into Rahm?"

Any Type-Moon player who has read the original storyline cannot help but feel sad and moved by Siduri's plight. Now that they have the opportunity to change her fate, no one would refuse to do so.

"Alright. You're the leader, so we'll prioritize your opinion when making major decisions. However, we'll still offer our own perspectives."

Xia Yan nodded and said, "Of course. As I said, all members of 'The Lighthouse' are equal."

"Ahem... ahem... Lord Xia Yan, Lord Feng Yan, and Lord Lan Muyan, the battle just now must have been exhausting for all three of you. On behalf of all the people of Uruk, I extend my highest respect to you."

The three turned their heads and saw Siduli, along with soldiers, maids, and several ordinary citizens—a total of more than ten people—bowing to them.

"There's no need for that."

Xia Yan and the other two hurriedly waved their hands, and Xia Yan spoke on their behalf.

"No, the three of you fought so hard; we feel that this is far from enough. These are specialties of Uruk. Please do us the honor of tasting them; it is our small token of appreciation."

The soldiers placed a simple wooden table in front of the three people, and then the maids placed various fruits and drinks in front of them.

Seeing that Xiduli had said so, Xia Yan and the other two stopped refusing and started eating with great courtesy.

After arranging the local specialties, the maids did not leave. Instead, they went behind the three men and began to massage the shoulders of the three "heroes of Uruk."

This wasn't really an ambiguous gesture, since in that era it was perfectly normal for kings and the upper class to enjoy the service of the lower class. But Xia Yan was quick-witted and immediately shrank his shoulders and waved to the maid behind him.

He didn't want Morgan to see this when he returned, otherwise he would inevitably face additional difficulties. Euryale was also out of the question; she would be annoyed to death.

The maid looked at Xia Yan somewhat awkwardly, then at Xiduli. Seeing that Xiduli was not angry, but gently nodded her head, signaling her to leave, she breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, and withdrew.

Lan Muyan also refused the maid's service, and only he knew the reason why.

Of the three, only Feng Yan did not refuse the maid's service, after all, this was a rare opportunity for him to show off.

What's wrong with not having any beautiful female Servants?

Then I can accept the services of the other beauties in the trial without feeling guilty.

Can you Europeans with such a difficult constitution do it?

Feng Yan gave Xia Yan and Lan Muyan a smug smile. Xia Yan and Lan Muyan exchanged a glance and pretended not to see it, letting this guy show off for a while.

"Lord Xia Yan, I have another request."

Siduri knelt down beside Xia Yan, her face earnest, and said in a low voice, "I have discussed this with the Chief Priestess. Currently, the King's soul has gone to the Underworld, and Uruk urgently needs to be rebuilt. We need a capable person to temporarily assume the King's duties. I saw how you commanded the battle just now, and I think that among everyone present, you are the most suitable."

"Huh? Me? Siduri, I've never done management work before. Shouldn't you be looking for upper-class individuals with management experience among the current survivors?"

My experience is limited to directing teammates' movements and marking opponents on the football field.

Xia Yan added another sentence in his mind.

"It's alright. There's a first time for everything. To be honest, none of us who have survived can replace the king's duties. Because the king always likes to do things personally and often gives his subordinates a lot of troublesome tasks, everyone is already at their limit just by being busy with their own jobs."

For some reason, Xia Yan always felt that Xi Duli didn't give Wang any face at all when she was criticizing him.

"But I can't read the writing on the stone slab," Xia Yan continued to decline.

"It's alright, I'll read it to you from the side. Since you can talk to me, at least language communication isn't a problem."

As Siduli spoke, she moved her position closer to Xia Yan, which added a touch of oppression.

"What about government affairs? I don't understand anything about the defense of the Northern Wall Monster Front, negotiating with officials, or policies regarding civilian production activities."

Xia Yan vaguely remembered that Gilgamesh was someone who handled everything, big or small, and that if he were to replace him, he would eventually die from overwork.

"Lord Xia Yan is too modest. You see, you seem to know very well what the King usually does. The King's instructions once stated that if anything were to happen to him, a trustworthy person from among the Masters could be chosen to replace him."

You, Jiao Yulu, not only did you die from overwork, but you also had to drag someone down with you, didn't you?

Despite his inner turmoil, Xia Yan couldn't find a reason to refuse Xi Duli's smiling face as she leaned in.

"Xia Yan, why don't you give it a try? As my husband, there's nothing wrong with having experience as a king. Besides, I'll be there to assist you."

Morgan descended slowly from the sky, indicating that the task assigned to her had been successfully completed.