I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

No matter which magician it is, their desires are essentially the same.

The Holy Grail belongs to only one person; to obtain it, one must summon a powerful Heroic Spirit to increase the chances of acquiring it.

Tokiomi Tohsaka: "Its foundation is silver and iron, its base stone from the great duke of the covenant, its ancestor being my former teacher, Shubyin Augu. The winds of heaven came and were blocked by walls. The gates opened in all four directions but were all closed, emerging from the crown, circulating endlessly along the three-way road leading to the kingdom—"

Kiritsugu Emiya: "Declare! You are beneath me, your destiny entrusted to your sword. Answer the call of the Holy Grail; if you are willing to follow this will, this principle, then answer immediately—"

Weber Velvet: "I swear here: I will accomplish all good deeds in the world, I will eradicate all evil deeds in the world. I am the one who holds their chains, and you are the seven days bound by the three great incantations, the guardians of the Wheel of Restraint and the Scales!"

Chapter Three: My King is as Beautiful as a Fairy in a Painting

"Hahahaha, I never expected anyone would summon me! How exhilarating!"

A loud, unrestrained laugh came from the summoning circle. Even if you could only hear the voice without seeing the person, you could imagine the boundless passion of the newcomer.

As the laughter faded away, a tall, imposing man, over two meters tall, with bulging muscles, stepped out from the summoning circle.

He had short, wine-red hair and red eyes, wore a red cloak and ancient Greek-style armor, and although he had a rough appearance, his eyes gleamed with intelligence.

This person must be shrewd beneath their rough exterior; a classic case of appearances deceiving...

"Are you my little Master?"

Upon hearing the thunderous voice, the frail Weber instinctively trembled like a startled rabbit, feeling as if he had shrunk considerably standing before the imposing man.

This made the burly man frown, but he quickly relaxed.

Having forced himself to calm down, Weber tilted his head back and looked at him with a determined gaze. He took a few deep breaths and mustered his courage to shout out.

"Ah? Yes, yes! I mean, I am Waver, Waver Velvet! I am your Master!"

"Oh! It's quite a feat that you brought me here! You have some courage!"

The Conqueror King looked at the Master who had summoned him and nodded in satisfaction. Fear is not shameful, but one must muster the courage to try to face it; this is an essential quality for becoming a warrior.

"Hahahaha—then let's embark on a journey of conquest together, Master! Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, has appeared in the world as a Rider and will pave the way for you!"

The mighty Conqueror laughed and raised his giant bear-like hand, slamming it firmly onto Waver's shoulder. Before Waver could react, he was forced to the ground by the immense force.

"well??"

A bewildered Waver looked up at the Conqueror King, who was frozen in place. He felt as if half of his body had been smashed apart, and he winced and gasped in pain.

"You, you're trying to kill me!? Rider!"

Faced with Waver's questioning, the King of Conquerors awkwardly scratched his cheek with his finger and looked down at his little Master, who looked aggrieved.

"Hey, Weber, you're a bit frail. You need to work out more. I used to be just as skinny as you, but through persistent training, I've become a strong and upright man."

As the Conqueror spoke, he lifted Webber off the ground like a chick, which made the latter shout in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, hey, hey, is there any kind of Servant like you? You're completely out of control! And you should call me Master!"

However, the Conqueror King seemed to ignore all of Waver's complaints and continued to do as he pleased.

"Weber, where is our base? We need a solid camp to fight."

"Ugh, you're really something..."

Weber covered his face with his hands, feeling extremely tired. It was the familiar feeling of worrying and working overtime. He struggled in mid-air, waving his arms and legs wildly.

"Put me down, I'll take you there right away."

The two figures, one large and one small, left Fuyuki Park. Of course, Waver didn't forget to clear the summoning circle off the ground; matters of the mystical world shouldn't be known to the mortals so easily.

In the distant city of Einzbern, Germany, Kiritsugu Emiya had just finished chanting his incantation.

The magic circle on the ground emitted a blinding golden light, accompanied by faint colorful circles, which made him involuntarily close his eyes.

When Kiritsugu Emiya opened his eyes again, he saw a knight girl standing at the location of the magic circle, wearing silver armor and a blue battle skirt, with her light and soft golden hair elegantly piled on her head.

She was bathed in a saintly radiance; she was so beautiful, so noble, and so holy.

The knight girl slowly opened her eyes, her holy blue pupils looking at Kiritsugu Emiya with a hint of sharpness and scrutiny.

"Tell me, are you my Master?"

"You are King Arthur of Great Britain?"

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the girl in front of him, his tone filled with indescribable disappointment and anger, as if he had been cheated by an unscrupulous merchant on Taobao but could not get a refund.

"You are my Master? Servant Arthur has appeared in this world as a Saber. I will become your sword, and my destiny will be intertwined with yours. This contract is hereby established!"

After speaking, the girl knelt before Kiritsugu Emiya, like a noble knight swearing allegiance to his lord in ancient times.

But to the girl's surprise, her impeccable manners were all for naught.

Kiritsugu Emiya made no comment, merely giving him a cold glance before turning and leaving without hesitation.

Seeing that the man who was supposed to be her Master walked away without even looking at her, Saber felt a sense of astonishment and confusion from the bottom of her heart.

Then, Saber turned her gaze to Irisviel, who was also staring at her in astonishment from the other side.

Irisviel had recovered from her shock by this time. She had never imagined that the King Arthur, who had been famous for thousands of years, was just a young girl who looked like she was not yet an adult.

This is absolutely absurd!

Are all the scholars who write history books blind? Can't they even tell the difference between men and women...? (Online scammers, hurry up and take the blame!)

No wonder Kiritsugu Emiya was so angry; as his wife, Irisviel knew her husband quite well.

"Hehe! How should I address you? Miss, Kiritsugu isn't a bad person, you don't need to worry about it!"

Seeing the atmosphere growing increasingly heavy and tense, Irisviel took the initiative to break the deadlock, and the knight girl breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just call me Saber. Does Master dislike me? And don't worry too much about my gender."

Upon hearing Saber's words, Irisviel was visibly taken aback, but she also vaguely sensed that there seemed to be some hidden story behind it.

"Actually, it's nothing major. It's just that I never expected that King Arthur, who has been famous for thousands of years, would actually be a woman. It feels like I've been deceived by history."

"I told you not to care about my gender, but even so, I won't lose to a man!"

Saber's answer was filled with unwavering certainty, which made Irisviel wisely refrain from dwelling on the matter, but she was unsure how to start the conversation.

The two fell silent again. Compared to the unusually cheerful start of the previous group, the future of this group was really worrying because of the awkward Emiya Kiritsugu.

(Voiceover: Damn European spy! What else are you dissatisfied with after getting a five-star Saber? Even though she's fully ascended and wrapped in a blanket, her ahoge and intuition are definitely getting buffed! Did you expect to get the old Saber!? Although, I already have them all.)

About half a minute later, Irisviel touched her lower abdomen and looked at Saber tentatively, asking, "Um, even though it's so late, would you like some late-night snack? I'm actually a little hungry."

Upon hearing the word "midnight snack," Irisviel seemed to see a sparkle in the knight girl's eyes, and the ahoge (cowlick) on her head swayed excitedly from side to side, making her entire demeanor change.

The reserved knight girl pondered for less than a second before nodding heavily in response, "Yes, hunger is a great enemy."

Meanwhile, King Hassan is still en route through teleportation and is expected to officially arrive on the battlefield in the next chapter...

Chapter Four: King of Heroes

At this very moment, in the basement of the Tohsaka family home.

The magic circle, drawn from a gemstone solution, emitted a dazzling, brilliant light that was impossible to look directly at.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the enclosed basement, and golden lightning danced and leaped around the summoning circle, turning the entire circle into a brilliant golden hue.

The scattered air pressure relentlessly pressed down on everything, turning the once neat and orderly basement into a mess, but at this crucial moment, no one would pay attention to such a trivial matter.

Finally, the immense magical power of the Holy Grail connected the circuits in the summoning circle with a great place beyond the mortal realm.

From the dazzling, overflowing light, a golden figure slowly solidified from top to bottom, appearing in the very center of the summoning circle.

Its mere existence can cause such strange phenomena; simply standing there exudes an endless sense of oppression, like mountains and deep seas.

Such a great hero should only exist in epics and myths!

Such a majestic king should rightfully possess everything from the past and present!

Overwhelmed by this majesty, Father Kotomine Risei couldn't help but utter incoherent ramblings, repeatedly murmuring the same words as if suffering from dementia.

"We won! We've got this in the bag!! Kirei, this Holy Grail War is our victory!!!"

A majestic golden figure stepped out of the magic circle. Its boundless kingly majesty made Tokiomi Tohsaka and Kirei Kotomine not even have the courage to look directly at the figure. They could only bow deeply and bury their heads in their eyes, staring at the ground.

If it weren't for upholding the elegance of the Tohsaka family precepts and the pride of being the head of the Tohsaka family, Tokiomi Tohsaka might have already prostrated himself before the golden figure.

Her short, pure gold hair swayed in the gale, and heavy golden armor covered every inch of her body, with black chain-like ornaments around her waist.

His face was dignified and handsome, his appearance was so beautiful that it was beyond compare, and he carried an unparalleled majesty and solemn kingly aura.

This is precisely the demeanor of the ancient kings recorded and sung about in the oldest epics of mankind. This is how the hero-king named Gilgamesh should be!

The storm subsided, the commotion died down, and the basement returned to its dark and quiet state.

The golden king opened his closed eyes, his blood-red pupils fixed on Tokiomi Tohsaka, who remained bowing before him, and let out a cold laugh.

"Hmph! So it was you who summoned me, you mongrel!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was scolded at the beginning, did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he placed his left hand on his right chest and performed an elegant and standard aristocratic bow, showing a very respectful and humble attitude.

"It is indeed your subject, my king."

"Oh? Even though you're a bastard, you know how to respect the king? For that bit of self-awareness, I'll temporarily acknowledge you as my subject."

The King of Heroes was fairly satisfied with Tokiomi Tohsaka's reaction and performance. Although his soul was a bit corrupted, he wasn't the kind of idiot he hated the most.

Tokiomi Tohsaka bowed again with trepidation, displaying his humility.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I am deeply grateful and will remember it forever."

Gilgamesh nodded slightly, and at the same time noticed the summoning circle beneath his feet. His gaze sharpened, and a smile appeared on his face.

"A gemstone solution containing magic? Although it is still so inferior that I cannot bear to look at it, it is still barely worthy of summoning me. Shichen, you have put some thought into it."

"I dare not accept such praise. It is my greatest honor to serve Your Majesty," Tokiomi Tohsaka replied, maintaining his bow.

Upon hearing this conversation, Kirei Kotomine felt a chill run down his spine and secretly glanced at his master, Tokiomi Tohsaka.

He hadn't spoken up about it before for some unknown reason, which was why Tokiomi Tohsaka only needed cheap mercury to draw magic circles, but now it seemed that his master had obviously thought it through before doing so.

The purpose was to gain the favor of the hero king Gilgamesh from the very beginning.

If mercury, or even chicken blood, were truly used to draw the summoning circle, and considering the arrogance of this king before us, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In most cases, before the Holy Grail War even officially begins, their side will be wiped out by the King of Heroes.