I am a Type-Moon comic artist!

"Haha, no problem, no problem, what's up?"

"Okay, it's a stage play! Although there might not be enough time to memorize the script now, your cosplay alone is enough. Of course, the payment is negotiable!"

“Great! I happen to be quite interested in this too. A stage play... hmm, maybe it'll be surprisingly interesting. Hmm? By the way, Weber—”

"Ugh, what is it?" Weber walked over and said with a look of utter despair. He shouldn't have come over!

"How about we include him?" the Conqueror said, patting Waver on the shoulder.

"Hmm? Is this... a cosplay of Waver? The expression is very similar... but the clothes are different. Well, there's always a way."

"Haha, that's exactly right."

“However, although we have the Conqueror King's clothes, but…” The man cosplaying Gilgamesh held up his wig and compared it to the man's physique, saying, “He probably can't fit into it, right?”

"Hahaha, it's alright, it's alright! How could I, the King, come here without preparing other clothes?"

As he spoke, a sword appeared at the Conqueror King's waist without him noticing.

"Huh? When did this appear?"

"It's always been here! It's always been here!" Webber hurriedly used the suggestion magic he had finally improved over the past year, after his master Kenneth had been training him intensively to the point where he was almost vomiting, and said, "This sword has always been here!"

"Ah, that's right. I didn't notice it just now, but thinking about it carefully, it has always been there."

"Oh no!" The Conqueror King slapped his forehead and said, "I was having so much fun I almost forgot!"

"..." Weber's lips twitched. What could he say at this point?

So, the Conqueror King went to the toilet to change his clothes...

She changed back into the clothes she was originally wearing.

The moment he stepped out of the restroom—

"Oh oh oh oh oh——————"

"Oh oh oh oh oh——————"

Cheers erupted all around.

"Hahahaha—" Iskandar joined in the laughter: "Iskandar the Conqueror—Marching forth!!!"

Then, a group of cosplayers with cowlicks and glittery hair around them joined in chanting, "King—King—King—"

The scale and momentum were extremely large.

It attracted everyone around.

Looking at this character, who is over two meters tall, it's as if he really stepped out of a comic book.

Among them are quite a few people who cosplay characters that look very much like Artoria and Gilgamesh.

But... there is none like Iskandar!

The reason is simple: not everyone is over two meters tall. And not everyone has such large muscles while being over two meters tall.

This conqueror—

It looked like it was real.

Whether it's the hair, the muscles, the scars on the arms, the expression...

Even while playing, it felt like "a king is going to war"—

“Alalalalalala——————”

As the Conqueror King roared, the people around him joined in with "Alalala—"

This was arguably the most exciting comic convention ever.

The King of Conquerors stayed out until dark, only heading home after the convention closed. Many others were in the same boat... Normally, things wouldn't have turned out this way. But... looking at this bold and unrestrained man, who seemed like a true King of Conquerors...

I really have a feeling of wanting to stay by his side.

"Well..."

The Conqueror King, carrying large bags and bundles, walked towards a deserted area, sighing, "If only I had summoned Saber and Archer instead! Haha, just thinking about going to a comic convention together sounds so fun! Haha! Very well, this king has once again strengthened his resolve to conquer this world!"

"Can we rely on these things to be steadfast?"

Weber, holding a pile of things in his hands, sighed.

These are all items related to the King of Conquerors. There are figurines, posters, keychains, and even notebooks.

It was so bad he couldn't bear to look at it.

Moreover, almost none of these things were bought; they were all gifts from others!

"Haha, doesn't this prove it perfectly? They've all been conquered by my charisma and become my subjects! I knew it... I found it much easier than I expected when using the Reality Marble... Hahahaha. Doesn't this prove that countless people have been captivated by my charisma!"

As he spoke, he walked to a secluded spot, looked around, and drew the sword from his waist.

"ha----"

The next moment, his Noble Phantasm, the ancient chariot "Divine Chariot," descended before them accompanied by lightning.

"Alright, kid, let's go back!"

Chapter 116 An Outsider's Expectation of the Holy Grail

It's not just about being the Conqueror. In fact, Archer also felt that it was much easier for him to use his abilities.

However... unfortunately, it seems that Heracles, who fought him at the time, was also like that...

Their strength has probably increased somewhat.

No, or rather, it's closer to the original form in Valhalla.

Because of the added bonus of the legend of this land, they still have a lot of bonuses even though they are not in their original homeland.

Even the red Archer, whose legendary status was almost zero during his lifetime, has become stronger than before.

He did his own assessment. If the result of projecting the Holy Sword before was the collapse of his Spirit Origin... it seemed that now, even stronger, he would still collapse.

It will be a little slower, but I estimate we can try to save her with a Command Spell. Before, it was beyond saving even with attempts to save her.

At the same time... the Conqueror King's undisguised actions were naturally exposed to the eyes of others.

Right after using a Reality Marble, he's wandering around so ostentatiously...

While marveling at his boldness, we were also at a loss as to where to begin.

We could only watch as he swaggered around, had his fun, and then left.

Meanwhile, on the same day that the Conqueror King visited the comic convention... something else was brewing in two other places...

.......

"Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up. And so it goes, then five... huh? And then what was it again? I forgot..."

prison--

A man named "Ryunosuke Uryu" is imprisoned here.

"Hey—don't do anything unnecessary!" The police officer, who had been drawn over by the commotion, said to Ryunosuke Uryu, whose forehead was covered in blood.

The "bang bang bang" sounds I just heard must have been caused by this guy.

Judging from the bloodstains nearby, it must have been caused by him banging his head against the wall.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry to have caused you trouble, officer."

"Tsk!" The policeman gritted his teeth: "Why isn't someone like you sentenced to death?"

"I don't know... How would I know if you ask me? But... do you think if I died I'd become a Heroic Spirit or something? Haha, I guess not... Ah, was the commotion I caused too little?"

The policeman gritted his teeth, looked at the palm-sized, grotesque summoning circle the prisoner had drawn with his own blood on the ground, and scoffed, "Even if it were real, you can't summon anything with this."

Well, we should at least give it a try.

The summoning circle he drew was actually just a circle with a pentagram inside. Because, you see, that summoning circle was still too complicated for him; he was captured before he could memorize it.

There was a policeman who read the manga "Fate/Zero" and, in his spare time, did some research and discovered a person named Ryunosuke Uryu. Surprised, he investigated further.

Then he was arrested.

There's just nothing we can do about it...

"The Holy Grail... I really want to see it, if such a thing even exists."

......

"Hehehe, I thought it was someone else, but isn't this Kariya? What... what brings you back at this time?"

"Matou Zouken—!" Matou Kariya couldn't help but take a step back when he saw the old man suddenly appear in front of him, but he immediately lifted his leg back: "This has nothing to do with you, right? The Matou family has been destroyed now, and you are now a stray dog."

"Hehehe... That's true. And it's not just that. I was even on the Mage's Association's 'Sealing Designation' list... Honestly, it really gave this old man a fright back then, hehehehe..." Zouken Matou laughed wickedly, while taking a few steps forward with his cane in his hand.

"Really? You seem pretty relaxed."

"Hehehe, who knows? Oh well. Here you go—" With that, Matou Zouken waved his hand, and two books landed in Matou Kariya's hands.

"What's this?" Matou Kariya asked, looking at the two books without covers in his hands.

"This is Matou... no, you could say it's the essence of Makiri magic. You really need this, don't you...?"

"What—?" Matou Kariya stared wide-eyed, not understanding what this old bug was thinking.

"I don't know how this Holy Grail War will end, but one thing is certain: the next Holy Grail War isn't too far off... However, by then, the Mage's Association will probably be in charge. If you want to participate in the Holy Grail War, you'd better snatch a spot from the Mage's Association!"

"What a joke! Why would I possibly participate in any Holy Grail War? There's absolutely no need for it!"

"Hehehe... Kariya, no matter how much you deny it, you are still my son... I can still guess what you're thinking. However... I won't give you the Magic Crest, or rather, even if I did, you wouldn't want it, would you?"

"No, of course I'll take it if you give it to me."

"Oh?" Zouken Matou paused for a moment, then laughed as if he had just realized something. "Is that so... You haven't given up yet, huh? Hehehehe... You want to get the Magic Crest from me and give it to that little girl named Sakura? Fine, very well! Then I'll give it to you, Kariya... But do you really think someone who has distanced themselves from the magic path can get close to Tohsaka again?"

Kariya Matou clenched his fists, saying nothing. Only...

He clutched the book Zouken Matou had given him, a book of demonic arts he had long since abandoned—

Now...